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And Aithusa Makes It Happen
Humans are very odd creatures.
Aithusa decides this during an early stage in his life, more precisely on the way to Camelot three days after emerging from his egg.
Before hatching, he's grown up to voices, humming from ages away, quietly making their way through the shell of his egg, blanketing him in security. Through the old voices of his forefathers, he's learned many a thing. Of the turning of the world and changing of the seasons and the colour of the sky, before he'd gotten a taste of what colour really is. However, he's not heard much about humans.
First off, they're very different from one another, some tall and bulky, others short and muscled. They have different colourings and strange growth on their heads (and sometimes on their faces), some dark brown, others different shades of yellow. They also must be very prone to cold since they wear diverse kinds of things on their bodies, red and brown and blue and other various combinatio
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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
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Things That Merlin Isn't Allowed To Do (According to Prince Arthur)
Summary: A list which everyone in Camelot should be aware of, in which Arthur is a prat/possessive and Merlin is stubborn/too endearing for his own good. One: Animals. "Sometimes, Arthur thinks, Merlin is really, truly annoying." Pre-slash Merthur.
Author's note (2012-07-16): As I'm writing this note, this fic has nearly been completed and I'm in the process of going through this story a final time to adjust a few things (nothing major I promise!) and correct some grammar. I just want to say a HUGE thank you to all of the people who've read, favourited or added this story to their alerts lists; and also to all the people who might in the future do the same. Without you I'd never kept going with this story. It exists thanks to you. Some of you also have left ideas or little plot bunnies in their reviews and though I unfortunately didn't manage to make them all come alive, I u
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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
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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
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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
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A Prince's best friend
Chapter 4: In which the knights aren't insignificant background characters anymore
Merlin awoke to voices and something stroking his back and scratching his ears. Was it time to leave already? Or was Arthur attempting to annoy him or something? (Because it definitely didn't annoy him, on the contrary it was really nice.) He opened his eyes, purring it was pleasant to wake this way then he startled as he at first couldn't register where he was and, more importantly, it wasn't actually Arthur who was scratching his ears. He could recognize sir Leon and sir Bors pretty well, but was so unprepared at seeing them that he fell off the table.
Which, in turn, was incredibly embarrassing. Cats didn't fall off tables like that. He hated being so clumsy.
"Hey, do any of you recognize that cat?" sir Bors asked the other knights.
"I think it's the prince's. I saw the two yesterday evening walking down the halls, and then the kitchen staff mentioned
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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
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The People Knows It
Little can rattle the inhabitants of Camelot anymore. They've had their fair share of sorcerers both good and bad, of magical creatures of all shapes and sizes, of rampant kings, angry druids, peaceful druids, stuck-up princes and wrestling with wyverns.
Over the years, they have seen the initially arrogant, selfish and overall unpleasant prince turn into a strong warrior, a man firm in his belief of his people's worth and a just regent. When he finally becomes King, cheers echoes through the streets.
Lately though, the streets have been tense and silent. The King might not be aware of just how far and deep he affects his city. When his mood drops it's like a dark sheet abruptly falls over the city, chokingly.
"One of their tiffs, huh?" asks Gregory the guard when exchanging shifts with another. The other man nods. "Yeah. I could hear them yelling and jabbering like old wives."
Gregory sighs. Last time had been awful. The King had walked about
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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 (
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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
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Lily froze. Her thoughts fell out of her head, she couldn’t think of anything but one word:
“You need to marry me”, James repeated, on a bit less commanding tone.
Lily still didn’t know what to say, so she said the first thing that came to her mind:
“No?”, James asked. He looked frightened.
“I mean…”, Lily started out with a deep sigh. “Why do you want me to marry you in the middle of the night?”
“Because… I was thinking.”
“Horrible thing, really, especially if it leads to asking people to marry you”, Lily replied automatically. She didn’t mean to be so rude, but sometimes she couldn’t help it.
James went to the couch with big footsteps. Lily followed him. James sat down and pulled Lily’s arm closer to him, so she also had to sit down.
“I was thinking about this whole th
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Is it worth a tear, is it worth an hour,
To think of things that are well outworn?
Of fruitless husk and fugitive flower,
The dream foregone and the deed forborne?
(Algernon Charles Swinburne: The Triumph of Time)
Lily was tossing and turning in the bed, still trying not to think about the secret. She turned her thoughts to another direction.
That was one thing she was currently at the Potters. And that was another thing, that she could hear the snoring from the room next to hers. Maybe it was Sirius or James.
Speaking of, what if she snores? Mary had never complained about it, but Petunia teased her several times with things like that. Almost none of these were true, but Lily couldn’t be sure Petunia always lied to her. She didn’t feel like listening to Sirius’s mocking comments about her loud sleep patterns, so she tried no to sleep at all.
Interestingly, when she waited for it, the dream didn’t came, but right at the time she
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James Potter was an arrogant, boastful, stupid, hateful, disgusting cockroach.
At least, that’s what Lily wanted to think of him. But the more she was thinking about the awful happenings in the painfully near past, the more she thought the biggest victim of the whole thing was James. But looking at the matter as an outsider, he obviously wasn’t. No, it was Isabella and Lily tried to apologise her face to face, but the girl didn’t appear at meals and classes either after James broke up with her.
James was still upset because of what happened, but he didn’t avoid his friends anymore. Though he wouldn’t even have had to -- Sirius, Remus and Peter didn’t ask him why he was so gloomy, thus Lily assumed he told them about everything. At the table only James and Lily were quiet, the others were chattering in a carefree manner. No matter how he tried to hide his feelings, Lily could catch a few worried glimpses from Rem
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When Isabella opened the door on them, she wasn’t the only one to see Lily and James in the intimate pose they sat on the bed. It’s true her hand was to press the handle down, but Slughorn and all the rest of the present guests were standing behind her. The stunned silence was broken by the tipsy professor:
“Well, well! I forgot to close the door of my bedroom! How silly I am!”
The petrified people seemed to move again all at once. Lily stood up holding up to James’s arm. She tried to avoid Isabella’s look.
“Who did not taste my crystallized pineapples yet?”, Slughorn bellowed. “They are the finest quality in Europe!”
The crowd understood the poorly disguised call. They dissolved in a minute, buzzing; only Isabella continued standing there frozen.
“Isabella…”, James started, but the Ravenclaw girl raised her free hand and silenced him.
Lily, still blinking at the floor, a
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On Saturday, at seven o’clock, Lily was ready to go to her Potions professor’s party. She wore the forest green, satin, frilly, short sleeved dress robes her mother bought for her during the summer holidays with a pair of green moccasin shoes. She pinned up half of her hair. She didn’t want to make a huge fuss about her clothes and look, but she didn’t want to look like she didn’t even care about them either.
Only at the middle of the way to Slughorn’s office did Lily notice the air was a bit chilly in her pretty robes. She didn’t want to be late so much so she continued on her way.
A lot of people were bustling in Slughorn’s office. Just as Lily assumed, there were a lot of couples. She squared her shoulders and raised her head proudly. Some people greeted her and she greeted back, but then Slughorn caught her:
“Miss Evans!”, he shouted. His nose was already a bit red from the amount of mead he had drunk s
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"Couldn't we talk in a more hidden place?"
The hiss came from the half-length, black, greasy haired boy with the hooked nose. Lily frowned and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"I want a single answer, Severus."
Severus released a furious breather and grasped Lily's right arm.
"Hey, what are you doing?!", she screamed angrily.
"If you want answers, you'll give me something in return", he answered, without any emotions reflecting on his waxy complexion.
He dragged Lily to a shadowy corner.
"Get off me!", she flailed.
Severus pushed Lily away. She lost her balance for a moment, but she looked at him with pure hatred in her eyes when she regained it.
"What do you want?", he barked.
"Where are the Potters?"
Severus gave her a surprised glance.
"What made you care about that ignorant moron so suddenly?" he tried to make a grin, but it turned out to rather be a snarl. "Maybe you should check your pumpkin juice in the mornings; Amortentia is a pre
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Lily sent an owl with a huge box full of the presents she bought for her family on the 23rd of December. She wrote her parents she would definitely not go home for Christmas, since it was her sixth year at Hogwarts and that means a lot of studying -- especially during school breaks.
She was reading all night the day before Christmas. She was so excited because of the next day, she couldn't sleep. 'It's because it's Christmas tomorrow', she thought but a part of her common sense (a very shameful part of it) suggested it was because of James's return.
She woke up for a loud scream. "MERRY CHRISTMAAAS!" She jumped out of her bed frightened. Her D.A.D.A. textbook fell down from the bed. "Me-Merry Christmas" Lily yawned for Mary and went to the bathroom to wash herself awake.
"Aren't you excited for what you got?", Mary asked.
"I am", Lily mumbled, and then spit the toothpaste she had in her mouth to the sink. "But I don't want to have dental caries."
"You're such a
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"Did I mention how much I hate you, Black?"
Lily's question spread between the hospital beds. James turned a page in the Evening Prophet and answered without looking at Lily: "Yes, you did. This was the fifty-second time."
"Still doesn't express the hatred I feel for him.", she grumbled and tried to sit up in the bed with several painful hisses coming from her mouth.
"You should be grateful, Evans", said Sirius from the opposite bed. "You don't have to study for a few days."
"I'll let you know if I want to burn as if I was in the ninth pit of hell again." She answered him with contempt.
Nr. 88746351 CRIMINAL FILE
LOCATION: United Kingdom, Scotland, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Charms classroom
INJURED: L. Evans, S. Black, P. Pettigrew, five Slytherin students, a Chinese vase, three windows, four benches, forty-six valuable books
CASUALTIES: a bunch of tulips
SUSPECT(S): S. Black
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Sound of approaching footsteps tore Lily and James apart. Mrs. Potter turned up in the basement again. She was followed by Sirius and Remus.
"James!", the woman screamed and sank on her knees next to his son. "Are you alright, sweetheart?"
"I'm fine", replied James and he sat up. "Is dad… he was just stupefied, was he?"
"Oh, yes", she sighed. "Rennervate!"
Mr. Potter batted his eyelids confused. He could slowly understand what was going on around him.
"Darling", he stammered, looking at his wife. "What happened?"
"I'll tell you everything at home", said Mrs. Potter and stood up.
"Where are the other Death Eaters?", Lily asked Remus.
"They Disapparated", he answered.
Lily glanced at Sirius. The boy was staring at his parents on the floor. James and his mother and father were too busy with reuniting, so only Lily and Remus could notice his conspicuous silence.
She stood up and stepped to him. She put her hand on his shoulder patronizingly.
"We should rev
Acceptance Dear Dad,Acceptance 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.
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It was true that his mental state seemed to be deteriorating all the time. The joke shop had been closed for days, now. He must have lost a lot of sales.
He didn’t care.
Why should he care? What did money matter, when they were richer than they’d ever needed to be? What did the shop matter, when the only other person who had shared the dream was gone?
What did anything matter, when he was half of a whole?
Yes, they worried. They all worried. His mother most of all, of course, as all mothers did. His father, who always seemed unsure of what to do around him now. His siblings… Well, they had all felt almost the same pain he had. Almost. None of them had lost their other halves.
He didn’t know what he was thinking half the time. The other half, his thoughts were incomplete.
You see, Fred had always been there to complete them for him.
A Tale of Two Ums: Part 1 Argh! That James Potter! I swear he's trying to make me pitch myself off the Astronomy Tower. I hate him and I hate his stupid glasses and his stupid hair and his stupid cute smile...A Tale of Two Ums: Part 1 in Romance More Like This
"Is your name Flipendo, Evans? Because you knock me off my feet."
"Your smile is like Lumos; it really lights up a room."
"You don't need Stupefy to be stunning, Evans."
"Shut up!" I screech at him. He throws a pick up line at me every time we finish a class and it drives me up the wall.
I realise that everybody is looking at me now and I suddenly remember that I'm a Prefect. I compose myself and say quietly, "Please stop that, Potter. It's very irritating."
I walk away and try to ignore the snickers of Sirius as he teases James. "Ooh, she got you, Prongs! She's beaten you with the powers of smarts and sensibility." He spits out the words like the plague and it's all I can do to not spin around and hex him into obli
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"James, if you'd just listened to me-"
"I'm fine, Lily!"
"I grew up in a Muggle household! I think I know how to work a camera-"
"It's just a cut, don't worry."
Two people come into view- a tall boy with square glasses, messy black hair and a cocky, reassuring grin, and an exasperated looking girl with red hair and bright green eyes.
"Hey there, Muggles!" says the boy.
"James, that was rude. It sounds discriminative!" berates the girl. She turns her attention to the camera, ignoring the boy's eye-roll. "Hello, everybody. My name is Lily, and this is James."
"I think they know that, Lily. They're reading this because they know us from the previous instalments in this fan series." James points out.
Lily rolls her eyes. "Whatever, James, it's only p
I love you, yes? Ron Weasley woke from his nightmare with a gasp, his pillow soaked with sweat. Hermione stirred next to him and turned over so she was facing him. Her hair was frizzed up again, forming a thin veil over her face. The rest of it was puffed up behind her head.I love you, yes? in Romance More Like This
"What's wrong, Ron?" she murmured drowsily.
He gazed at her for a moment, trying to claw his way out of the horror of his dream by seeing her face: unscathed, unharmed, and right there with him.
"Ron?" Her voice was more forceful now and she propped herself up on her arm. "Ron, if you have something to say, spit it out because you're looking at me in a very unnerving way."
Ron smiled. "Um, it's nothing. Nightmare." he croaked, his voice rough from sleep. He cleared his throat. "Go back to sleep."
"No, it's okay. What was it about?" she inquired, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
Ron didn't particularly want
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If you're reading this, I can only assume that you have won. If you had not, it would only make sense for you to be dead.
I can also assume that if this letter is in your possession, I was one of the casualties.
I know how you must be feeling, Harry. I need you to read this letter carefully. It's terribly important.
I want you first to know that no losses that occurred in this war were your fault. I know you feel the guilt, Harry. Understand that the people who fought in the battle did not fight it for you. They fought it for themselves, and more importantly, for the world. You were an extremely crucial part of the war, I do not deny that. But you were not the cause. This battle was inevitable. Whether it happened when it did, where it did, or elsewhere at another time. It would have happened eventually. Perhaps it is better that it happened now. Many losses would have been sustained in this fight, and if those same losses had not occurred had the battle not been when it ha
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“Mummy?” A little voice spoke, high, squeaky and confused. “Mummy, Daddy just left.”
Ginny frowned. “What do you mean, Lily?”
Her little girl sniffled. “Daddy just said something and then he left.”
“What did he say?” Ginny asked, a little worried now.
Lily shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“He said something about parents, and visiting, but you’re here, Mum, so why did he go out the door?” Albus piped up.
“And he wasn’t looking at us. Why was he being so strange, Mum?” James inquired.
Glancing at the swinging door, Ginny gave a little ‘oh’ of understanding. “James, is today Halloween?”
Ginny smiled ruefully. “Daddy went to visit his parents.”
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I never knew you.
Teddy’s eyes focused on the dirt, darting around the rain.
The cold drops mingled with the hot tears in his eyes.
Why was it you who had to sacrifice yourselves?
He didn’t do anything. He just stood. And he watched.
Why couldn’t you have stayed?
A bitter lump rose in his throat, and he swallowed it angrily.
WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?
He knew it was selfish.
Why couldn’t it have been someone else?
But he didn’t care.
I didn’t get to tell you goodbye.
He didn’t care about anything. Why should he? What was there to care about?
Did you love me at all?
He remembered somethi
Omegle fanfiction!Stranger: Lily Evans (6th year) stared into the eyes of her former friend, Severus Snape. "I can't believe you just said that." She whispered her face pale her eyes wide. Snape had just called her a mudblood. Tears started to fall she turned around and fled, running across the grass towards the castle. Pushing open the large oak doors she sped inside, running up the stairs. She made it up the first few flights of stairs before she started to really cry. Turning, she went up a corridor into an empty classroom, where she sat in a corner, silently sobbing. (Please roleplay as someone from the Marauder Era)Omegle fanfiction! in Romance More Like This
You: Snape looked after her, his eyes wide. "I can't believe it, either," he said quietly, so that nobody else could hear.
Stranger: She brought her knees up to her chest as she started shaking her sobbing louder.
You: "Lily?" James paused as he walked passed the classroom. "Lily, are you..." He stopped, seeing that she obviously wasn't. He walked in and sat next to her. "Do you want to
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I look up, he’s trying to smile, but for once, it doesn’t help.
“It’s okay,” he says. “It’s okay. Don’t look down. Just look at me.”
“Jack,” I hear myself saying. “I’m scared.”
“I know, I know,” he assures me. “But… you’re gonna be alright. You’re not gonna fall in. Uh… We’re gonna have a little fun, instead!”
“No, we’re not!” I know I’m getting hysterical but I can’t help it, and my voice is getting high pitched and panicky and I’m breathing hard and I feel like I don’t even have a body, I’m just a voice and a pair of hyperventilating lungs.
“Would I trick you?” he asks, smiling.
“Yes!” I cry, a
HonestyI find it difficult to write.Honesty in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
comes out wrong fights mepulses clear and sharp inside my brainhead, but vanishes as I tryattempt to get it on paper.
I don't know if I've ever told anyone this, but I love to write on paper. Typing
dreivesdrives me up the wall.
Yet as soon as I put pen to paper?
That bubbling, unceasing
stestream of words that constantly flows throunthrough my mind?
See you later.
Worse than that frustration,
is when I dowhen I do write, I hate it.
I loathe it.
stupic stupidpitiful crap that makes me cringe when I read it later.
I ask myself "What were you thinking, you stupid, moronic,
I can't stand my own
Isn't that sad?
When I wa
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No horrible tragedy or disgusting flaw.
It's just something that happens
To all of us
And no one can escape it.
For some reason my mind rebels against this notion.
I have a friend (yes, it's always a friend) whose parents are getting divorced.
I won't tell you who it doesn't matter
I won't tell you why that also doesn't matter
All that matters is that it happened.
And now she wears a mask.
A mask of happiness, yes, but one all the more hurtful because of that
She laughs and cries in the same breath, and tries to pass the tears off as signs of
But I know better.
I've seen her without the mask.
I've seen it growing, as she grew and her troubles mounted.
I offered her my help if I could, but she didn't notice.
That might have been because I was hiding behind my own mask
The mask of social niceties
The one that says, no matter what, if they don't tell you what's wrong than nothing's
But that's also a lie.
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As a young author, I must explain
To you how hard it is to write refrains
That, without exception, have to rhyme.
This story took up too much of my time.
Still, you are owed some minor details
As to why this story is slightly derailed.
Firstly, the protagonist is somewhat based on the writer,
But only in name, not in intentions, you blighters.
Then, it involves zombies, so there's some horror.
Then add in a suicide and a dash of murder.
WAIT! Before you try to run away,
The gore is edited out, okay?
And there are reasons why she died.
She would have done more harm still alive.
One last thing before you read this story.
She is not telling them to dissect her gory
Body. The meanings symbolic, if you get the gist,
Except for what she gave to her aunts on the list.
Now, this story is written in the form of a letter,
Addressed to her living family members.
I apologize to whoever finds me first
I wish it had not come to this worst
Case scenario, but I will tell you how
This all came about. N
The Use of Rhetoric To Obscure a Lack of ContentThese words are supposed to mean something.The Use of Rhetoric To Obscure a Lack of Content in Free Verse More Like This
Let me ask you a rhetorical question:
Are you okay?
Sigh...Don't you know that it's okay to fall into the sea?Sigh... in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes you're just swallowed up, no need to break yourself free
They say it hurts to give up, 'cause it's something they've never done
They've never fallen from the light, gone days without a sun.
When you're already under and the tide's still dragging you down,
Why fight? You'll only be torn asunder, and there's such peace when you drown.
Fall into the inky depths, don't fear the darkened sea.
There are no monsters there that don't already live in me...
How to Get to the MoonFox frantically ran through the woods looking for his friend. "Raccoon!" He yelped. "Raccoon!!" He spotted Raccoon rifling through a trash can and sprinted over. "Raccoon!" He gasped as he drew near. "You'll never guess what's happening! It's so exciting!"How to Get to the Moon in Short Stories More Like This
Raccoon sighed. He'd only had an hour of peace from Fox's hyperness, and now he had to put up with it all through lunch? He turned and glared at Fox, already knowing that he would be dragged along to see this "exciting" thing, no matter what he said. Still, nobody ever said he couldn't finish lunch first.
"Do you mind?" He snapped. "I am trying to eat here."
Fox stopped yelping and looked abashed for a second. "I know " he whined, flattening his ears against his head in the most ingratiating way, "but-"
"No buts." Raccoon growled, and turned back to his trash can. Apparently the owners of the trash can had had a picnic earlier. There was a half-eaten chicken leg, and some blueberries, and the most amazing looking chocolate donut
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I fucked up
I messed up, screwed up
and now they tell me to suck it up
change my ways
like it's the easiest thing in the world
change, change, change
it's a dirty word, you know
I hear it and flinch away
because I am changing
not the way you want me to
not in an acceptable way
and I just
you say it like a gift, like it's something special
new and unusual, a thought I've never had before
before I ever came out of my mother's womb I knew change
I was change
standing there all put together
telling me to change
filth and superiority dripping out of your mouth
oh, you don't like your life
to change it
how do you think I got here?
did you know that?
with your can-do attitude and put together face
can you tell how hopelessly lost I am?
I wasn't always
lost, I mean
one day I just
found myself here
but hindsight's 20/20 you know
I can't go forward
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No my father prompt replies.
Yet here I stand with knife in hand,
Plotting the demise of man.
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Played their puppet games.
They pulled me one way
My heart pulled another
But they had a leash on my soul.
I followed their footsteps
To the left, to the right
They told me to leap, and I asked, "How high?"
They laughed, and tugged on my strings.
My hands are no longer my own,
But my heart still pulls at the reins
Again I move into the dance
Again without control
My body leaps
Through a hoop
Through a fire
Again I lose my soul.
They told me to sing, but at last I refused
I could not give them my final part
They can take my hands
Tie my feet
Even chain my soul
But they cannot have my heart.
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Alessar stood at the fringe of the woods, looking back towards the group's campsite. They had had to spend more time than expected fighting the maddened Havenite cultists, and he had no desire to try to climb halfway up a mountain -- with an injured guide -- near or after nightfall. Who knew who (or what) could be waiting up there? Instead, they reluctantly decided to camp for the night, outside of Haven proper; they would make their way up to the old temple in the morning. Genitivi had chafed at the delay, until Alessar pointed out that breaking his other leg while stumbling about on a mountainside would make it very difficult indeed to study the temple at all, once they got there. The scholar finally relented and was now sleeping soundly, probably for the first time in days.
It was getting late; supper had been several hours ago, and most of the others were talking qu
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Alessar stood in front of the campfire, arms crossed, and stared morosely into the flames. Their foray into Denerim had been dismal. He supposed he should be happy that they hadn't been caught and turned in to Teyrn Loghain for the bounty on their heads, but other than that, very little had gone well.
Not only had they not found Brother Genitivi, but it seemed that someone had tried to impersonate his apprentice, to throw any callers off of the trail of the Urn of Sacred Ashes. Bloody peculiar business, but at least they had been able to find Genitivi's research. It was going to be a long haul to the Frostbacks, looking for the little town of Haven, however; he figured they could stop at the Mages' Tower on Lake Calenhad on the way. He hoped that recruiting the help of the Circle of Magi would be a relatively simple thing, but nothing had been simple so far...
Not even reunit
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Zevran sat near the fire, as was his habit after supper. Frequently, this time was spent mending his gear or sharpening his blades, sometimes accompanied by a bit of chat, sometimes not. Tonight was one of the rare occasions that he had little to work on while the others went about their business, and he found himself examining the pair of Dalish gloves that Alessar had given to him.
The assassin hadn't understood at first; he was perfectly happy with the light, well-worn leather gloves he already had, and it took time to get a new pair of gloves properly broken in. Given the constant threat of werewolf attacks since they'd entered the forest proper, the story about his mother's gloves that he had told the Grey Warden in the Dalish camp had been last thing on his mind in the past couple of days. It was just another of those personal bits of trivia that he seemed to let slip with unsettling re
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Alessar glanced over as his fellow Grey Warden trudged up next to him. The group walked in a loose formation when they were on the move across the countryside, and the elven Warden was currently taking the lead -- not because he actually needed to lead, but because he wanted some time alone to think.
Of course, by now, Alistair knew exactly why his comrade would isolate himself at the front of the column, and usually he would leave him in peace. But they'd become a little closer since the events at Redcliffe, even if Alistair had been furious at Alessar's decision to let Lady Isolde sacrifice herself. They had discussed it at length, and while Alistair was still unhappy about it, he no longer held it against the other Warden. They had tried to do the best they could to keep the greatest number of people safe. These were wartime decisions, and Alessar privately thought
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The Wardens' party had been to the Gnawed Noble Tavern before, assisting the Denerim city guard with some out-of-control mercenaries; the barmaids recognized them, or at least, they recognized Alessar and Zevran, who stood out as openly armed elves, and the group was immediately offered drinks. Alessar demurred politely, saying that they were there for business, and inquired where they might find the Antivan merchant they were meeting.
The girl who answered seemed nonplussed, if not a little nervous, as she directed the party to the first guest room in the back. They entered cautiously, keeping an eye out for anything as mundane as a mechanical trap or a sneak attack, but the way was clear.
Ignacio waited in the innermost room, two silent guards looming in the corners. Alessar knew Alistair and Zevran would make sure their exit route would not be blocked off -- at least, not from the inside -- so for
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Alistair held up his shield against the hail of arrows as he looked around, trying to find his fellow Warden amidst the madness of battle. What had caused Zevran to cry out like that?
He only realized that the elven archer had fallen when he saw Wynne making her way towards his supine form, freezing the single genlock in her path with a focused burst of cold. Alistair couldn't make out her expression clearly at this distance, but she didn't look particularly worried...
Zevran, on the other hand, was fighting like a demon, recklessly chasing down genlock archers and single-handedly dispatching them with brutal slashes of his daggers. He was usually quick enough to evade their blundering counterattacks, the templar knew, but he was going to get himself hurt if he was fighting blindly.
"Zevran! Pull yourself together!" he shouted, wondering if the elf would heed him. After all these month
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Alessar stood at the window, his hands braced against the sill as he looked up at the thin silver sickle of the moon. It looked sharp enough to cut the velvet of the night sky, he thought, then sniggered a little at his own overly dramatic metaphor.
"What is so amusing?" Zevran joined him by the window, setting his wooden cup down on the sill. The two elves had gone through most of the gifted bottle of wine while Zevran regaled the Warden with humorous anecdotes from his previous line of work. Of course, the wine made most everything funny, but the assassin had a self-mocking mode of storytelling that was quite engaging. Eventually, though, Alessar had wanted a moment to clear his head, and had opened the shutters to the cold night air.
The head-clearing effect was somewhat dampened by Zevran's proximity, however. The other elf's hand rested companionably on Alessar's s
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"You do realize this is probably a trap, right?" Alistair murmured as the companions followed the distressed woman who had begged them for help.
"Could be." Alessar glanced sidelong at his fellow Grey Warden. "If it is, we're ready for it. If it's not, then someone honestly needs help."
"Does this altruism really pay all that well?" Morrigan said in the bored, disparaging tone that she used when she was irritated. "Grey Wardens -- roaming the countryside, finding lost children, fixing broken wagon axles and solving marriage disputes. It's all so very noble."
Alessar ignored the woman's pointed remarks. She seldom saw the value in doing what the others considered "the right thing" for the sake of one's conscience. Of course, she had a point, sometimes, and they did have more important tasks, but this was right in their path, after all.
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Alessar was roaming around the Denerim market, passing time until his companions were to regroup, when he was distracted by a handsome display of daggers for sale. While graceful in design, the weapons were clearly meant to be functional, and their lines seemed somewhat familiar. Trying to recall why, he paused to examine the blades more closely.
"Ah, another customer. Please, feel free to browse my wares, and do let me know if I can help you with anything."
While the voice was unknown to him, the accent was not, and Alessar finally remembered where he'd seen such craftsmanship before. Zevran's original Crow dagger had been like this: elegantly simple, well-balanced, and razor sharp. He glanced up at the Antivan shopkeeper, who was eyeing him intently.
Maybe he's afraid I'm going to try to steal one, the elf thought a little sourly. He had gotten plenty of dis
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Alessar kept tugging at the hem of his tunic. It was strange not to be wearing at least part of his armor, and stranger still to be wearing such fine clothes. Not that these were overly ornate or formal, but they were better than pretty much anything he'd ever owned, aside from his ill-fated wedding clothes.
The grey and blue tunic and trousers had been provided by Arl Eamon ("Not even gifts, Grey Warden, just a simple courtesy," the arl had said with a tired smile as he had the Wardens' party presented with clean clothes suited to their status), and were slightly too large -- unsurprising, considering his elven stature, after all. But it was a kind gesture, and it certainly wouldn't hurt to have presentable clothing in the future, especially if they were going to be muddling in politics in Denerim...
There was a quiet knock at the door. That was another odd thing -- having a door, let alone an
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Jarlaxle stirred faintly, roused by the clanging of a buoy mixed with the splashing of ocean waves and the cries of sea gulls. The world had changed a great deal since 878 DR, when he'd been born. Now it was 1978, and Skullport's harbor was filled with steel battleships and cruise liners. Jarlaxle had grown old, although his mother than been older when she died. But there was no evil goddess to keep him alive unnaturally long, and the Weave had been exhausted, making magic die. And Jarlaxle was sitting on his private beach letting the soft rays of the sunset warm him. He got cold easily these days; he fell asleep accidentally.
But he was never so far gone as to miss the approach of the human walking up the beach toward him. The man wore white pants and a white shirt, the pants rolled up a few inches so he could let the waves lap over his feet. The shirt was unbuttoned, providing a
Less Than PerfectLess Than PerfectLess Than Perfect in Drama More Like This
Description: At age 14, Entreri is a lieutenant in the Basadoni Guild, and his personal mantra is ‘less than perfect gets you killed.’ Pasha Basadoni has taken an interest in his newest officer, though, and challenges Entreri’s perception. The moment has a strange effect on the boy.
Disclaimer: Belongs to RAS and Wizards of the Coast, not me. No profit is being made.
Author’s Note: This story is built directly upon RAS’ 1994 story “The Third Level” in the Realms of Infamy. For those of you who haven’t read it, this story establishes a somewhat different history than is presented in RotP, and it also focuses at the end on how Entreri is promoted soon after joining the Basadoni Guild. Entreri thinks to himself often in the story that “Less than perfect gets you killed.”
This fic is also inspired by the interesting relationship between
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The hard, flat voice was exactly as Jarlaxle remembered it: "I never wanted to see you again."
"You told me to fare well or fare ill; you didn't care which." The drow offered an empty smile, hoping Entreri didn't see through it.
"I still don't care." Entreri stood from behind his office desk in the Copper Ante. "Whatever your scheme is now, I refuse to be a part of it."
"Can you say that when you'll benefit also? Especially without hearing the deal?"
"I can." Entreri pointed at the door. "Goodbye, Jarlaxle."
The drow left as asked, feeling strangely defeated.
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Entreri expected a white flash, but all that happened was that he awakened in the last place he remembered being: a low couch in the Maranelli Guild penthouse. He sighed and pushed himself in to a sitting position, something that wasn't as easy as it used to be. He was sixty years old now, and he'd packed on forty pounds, making him overweight but not obese.
Still, he could most certainly tell the difference forty pounds made; he lost his breath in fights sometimes. However, he had no motivation to change his lot. Life held no meaning for him. Besides, he was a lieutenant in the Maranelli Guild, so he was plenty rich enough to eat and drink what he liked when he liked.
And that was exactly why he had a hangover.
Entreri groaned at the sharp pain in his head. Fortunately, the curtains were drawn over the windows, so the light wasn't too bad. He struggled to his feet, sighed, and headed toward the dining hall. He
Learning TraditionsLearning TraditionsLearning Traditions in Humor More Like This
By Ariel-D and Surreptitious Chi X
Description: To Entreri’s vexation, Jarlaxle discovers the Surface tradition of birthdays. Crack!fic/crack!fluff.
Disclaimer: Artemis Entreri and Jarlaxle belong to WotC and RAS. No profit is being made.
A/N: I played Artemis, and Chi played Jarlaxle. Written for Christmas, but since there is no such holiday in FR, we went with general birthdays.
Set after Servant of the Shard. Ignores all that comes afterward.
Artemis Entreri knew he was having a bad day when he settled at the corner table at the tavern only to realize the long table beside him was filled not only with people but also presents. Before he could even suggest to Jarlaxle that they find a different tavern, he was assaulted by the song he hated most in life – the North's birthday song:
"It's your birthday, it's your birthday,
We gift you first with a unicorn wit
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"Damned drow! Don't die."
The words seemed to reach Jarlaxle through a soupy haze. An errant thought nagged him, the thought that something important had happened and he needed to remember what. No answers followed, though.
"If you die now, I'll never forgive you."
Jarlaxle wanted to either laugh or frown laugh at the thought he'd die so easily and frown at whoever was making such odd pronouncements over him. As though he would die! But no sooner had he thought that than he remembered being in a fight, one worse than usual. Yes, that was right. He'd been close to breaking the ball that would whisk him off to a place even he couldn't predict, but if he'd been in that much trouble, why wasn't he safely elsewhere?
Wait. There had been someone else. A few someone elses, really. That crazy child of his long-dead friend and his equally insane lov
Divergent Paths 3"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I Divergent Paths 3 in Drama More Like This
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
"The Road Not Taken," Robert Frost
Chapter Three The Difference, Age 14
Gaara had to wonder if he was making any difference. He wondered if he'd be allowed to make a difference.
Stopping in the last village at the edge of the forest, Gaara and his siblings considered the small selection of restaurants. They'd never stopped there for supper before, having always come through early in the morning or late at night.
"Not much to chose from, jan," Kankuro commented, surveying the stores with a distinct lack of enthusiasm.
"Anything's better than rations." Temari crossed her arms. "And I insist on fresh, hot tea."
Lured by the smell of frying meat and baking bread, Gaara headed toward the nearest restaurant, his siblings trailing behind him. His thoughts weren't on food, though
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A gleaming sword with a red blood trough, its reapers dancing in torchlight. "Have I ever mentioned that I hate drow?"
Glittering daggers that Jarlaxle could throw faster than human eyes could track. "Many times, khal abbil."
Back to back they stood, surrounded by dozens of red, glowing eyes. Entreri could feel the heat from Jarlaxle's back against his shoulder blades. "We must be perfect."
"We're always perfect."
Entreri decided Jarlaxle's cheerful tone didn't cover his irritation and confusion. No, that wasn't true it covered it to everyone's ears but his. The mercenary didn't know why his own kind attacked them.
"To what honor do I owe this visit?" Jarlaxle asked, sounding airy. Entreri wasn't fooled.
The tall warrior in front grinned as the other foot soldiers remained silent and still. "Something a litter spider told Matron Baenre. We he
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By Ariel-D and Kgemeni
Description: Jarlaxle seeks the Cleansing Stone, but acquiring the Stone comes with a price. In the process, Jarlaxle and Entreri both have to face their inner fears. Set post-SotS.
Disclaimer: Artemis Entreri and Jarlaxle belong to WotC and RAS. No profit is being made.
A/N: I played Artemis, and Kgemeni played Jarlaxle. Warnings for brief sexual violence. Contains some fluff and some rather stiff irony.
Set after Servant of the Shard. Pushes against what comes afterward.
The clang of metal ringing against metal filled the air. Artemis Entreri held in a growl as the disembodied sword attacked him; he hated fighting wizards. He slashed through the magical sword, dispelling it, only to find a swarm of magical missiles headed his way. He sheathed his dagger and switched Charon's Claw to his left hand, catching the missiles with his gauntlet
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As his friend entered the forest clearing, Jarlaxle grinned at him. "So how goes the training of Entreri Junior?"
"Don't call him that." Entreri glanced at Tai, the "junior" in question, who had collapsed on the ground and leaned against a tree twenty feet away. The young priest of Hoar looked like he'd instantly fallen asleep, his long black bangs hanging into his tan face. "In another five years, he might make a decent fighter."
"Such a cruel assessment!" Jarlaxle pulled a blanket from a pouch on his belt. "I think the boy comes along well." He spread the blanket on the ground, pausing as it produced a veritable feast. "So much better than rations." He took a seat and smiled at Entreri, clearly waiting for him to join in.
With a longsuffering sigh at Jarlaxle's endless supply of magical items, Entreri sat cross-legged on the ground. Every meat he could want present
Elf vs. Orc 2Celadon Toadstool was delirious.Elf vs. Orc 2 in Fantasy More Like This
The funny bit—uproariously funny, it seemed to her—was that she knew she was delirious. The world was billowing around her. It looked as if someone had meticulously painted the inside of a cottage on silk, and then hung it in a gentle breeze. The corners floated inward and collapsed back out again with a sigh.
That someone would go to all that trouble, painting a cottage on silk, was hilarious.
She knew she was wounded. She couldn't quite remember how she'd been wounded. Imagine not remembering a thing like that!
This also struck her as hilarious.
Her name, in Orcish, was Urrsharruk-gah, and she had skin the delicate gray-green of the gills of cave mushrooms, and eyes the color of stolen gold. Her hair was thick and dark and she wore it tucked under her helmet to keep enemies from being able to grab it, which was problematic, because she'd lost her helmet somewhere along the way, and she wasn't in the best of shape anyway.
Even in her immense good humor
Elf vs. Orc 7This was easier said than done.Elf vs. Orc 7 in Fantasy More Like This
She gave him some very practical suggestions about how to tie the ropes. A bit of slack between the feet, enough to shuffle, not enough to run. A rope around the neck as a kind of leash in case she attacked him. He could tell she'd done this sort of thing before.
Sings-to-Trees, at that point, would have been happy just untying her completely and pointing her in the direction of the outhouse, but he had a horrible feeling he'd disappoint her if he didn't at least try to hold up his end. So he steeled himself to stay awake a bit longer and got the ropes set up, and hauled her out of the bed.
Then she wound up needing to use him as a crutch anyway, since her knees kept buckling, so it was a bit of a moot point.
"Can you hold this?" he asked, handing her the leash rope after a few brutal hops toward the door.
"What if I try to escape?"
He sighed. "Just yank it if you feel yourself getting any ideas."
She started laughing, then they took another step and the
Elf vs. Orc 6He got a nasty start a few hours later, when he came in to check on her.Elf vs. Orc 6 in Fantasy More Like This
He'd tied her hands, her feet, thrown a loop or two around her waist, and roped everything to the bed, the chair, and the fire iron, just for good measure, He'd done everything short of hog-tying. She wasn't going to get loose in a hurry.
He wasn't sure why he was bothering, really, since he had a horrible feeling that if she said "Will you untie me?" he might do it, and if she said "please," he'd definitely do it.
Still, she didn't seem to be a threat conscious, so maybe that was okay.
Then, because his feelings were still churning and there was nothing for emotional turmoil like hard work, he'd gone off, fed the chickens and the gargoyle, picked peas, turned the compost heap, washed his hands and made soup. By the end, he was really quite exhausted, and ready for at least a nap in his chair.
Then he came back in to discover that her fever had vanished and she was shivering violently with cold.
It Was A DayIt was a day a little bit like todayIt Was A Day in Free Verse More Like This
the way the clouds threw shadows over the hill
the day you realized that you weren’t going to find your future.
You were never going to go to Mars
You were never going to open the door that led, inexorably, to Narnia
(or even Telmar, you weren’t picky, and you were confident of your ability
to lead the revolution.)
Inigo Montoya was not going to slap you on the back
and invite you to take up the mantle of the Dread Pirate Roberts.
There would be no sardonic Vulcans or Andorians;
you would never be handed an elegant weapon for a more civilized age.
That was a strange day.
It ranked up there with the day that you realized that everybody else saw the you in the mirror, not the you inside your head. Not the you that was lean and tough and clever, not the you with perfect hair and a resonant voice that never said “Um….?”
Not that you.
No, they got the one that was fat and wobbly and stiff inside with
Elf vs. Orc 8Celadon woke up in the elf's arms.Elf vs. Orc 8 in Fantasy More Like This
This sounded a lot more romantic than it actually was.
For one thing, learning to sleep in proximity to another person is an acquired skill. You learn what to do with the arm that always seems to get stuck between you and where to put your feet and whether they mind having a leg draped over theirs and who can use whose arm as a pillow without nerve damage or a sore neck. Then there's the whole complex negotiation of blanket treaties and sheets and who gets what and who needs layers and who has to stick their feet out.
Without acquiring these vital habits, you wake up pretty much like Celadon—stiff, sore, with a knee wedged into your ribs and blankets tangled around both of them like sleeping anacondas.
While it's traditional when parties of the opposite sex find themselves entangled for someone's hands to be in an embarrassing position, that actually wasn't the case. She was pretty much in the elf's lap, where one of his knees was up and digging into
Elf vs. Orc 4She let him go. She couldn't do much else. He was an elf, sure, but there were rules, and you didn't kill healers and you didn't kill priests.Elf vs. Orc 4 in Fantasy More Like This
The rage had to go somewhere. You couldn't go from halfway to gnawing your shield back to normal just like that. Celadon swallowed it, bitterly, the stone shattering, the red sea pouring through the wreckage. She threw her head back and snarled with the pain.
The elf lay sprawled on the ground beside the bed, holding his throat, his eyes closed. He was breathing in tight little gasps. She could have stomped on his head, but of course she wouldn't.
She was furious. Mostly at herself, truth be told. It had been so obvious. He'd checked her bandages, he hadn't been wearing armor, and this was as far from a cell as you could get. What more did she need, a sign saying "Non-combatant, please do not throttle," in several languages? But she'd been so mad—and scared, yes, let's be honest with ourselves—that she hadn't seen past the Enemy.
Elf vs. Orc 3Sings-to-Trees was being strangled.Elf vs. Orc 3 in Fantasy More Like This
He'd always expected a patient to kill him some day, but he'd thought he would be a lot older, and it would be an angry bull or a careless moment with a manticore or something along those lines, with an outside chance of being crushed under a nearsighted troll. He really hadn't anticipated anything like this.
The orc had been giggling to herself for a few minutes, and when he tried to talk to her, she only giggled harder. He didn't know if she could speak any of the languages, or if she was so delirious that she wasn't even hearing him. He had no real idea what the normal temperature for an orc was, but her skin burned against his fingers, and if he had to guess, he'd say she was running quite a high fever.
There was something very surreal about a giggling orc. It wasn't malicious, like when pixies left flaming piles of pixie-crap on your doorstep and hid to watch you step in it. This was a throaty, genuinely amused chuckle—reduced to a s
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The donkey's name was Quick.
His front hooves were neat and dexterous and opposable, and his back hooves were the size of dinner plates and had unassuming steel shoes. He had a pale grey hide and pale pink nostrils, and ears like enormous fringed fans, and if you lifted up his cowl far enough, you would find large, slightly worried brown eyes, with the devastatingly long eyelashes reserved for beauty queens and large ungulates. He was a small, neat-footed donkey who kept his elbows tucked in and could vanish into a crowd much more easily than a bipedal donkey wearing a yellow robe with checkerboard edging had any right to do.
He had a goldfish in a plastic bag. She was a small, neat-finned goldfish with kinder eyes than are usual among fish. Quick was only guessing about the "she" pronoun. He wasn't sure how to tell the difference, or if it mattered one way or the other. Well, it probably mattered to another goldfish. He wasn't sure if the kindness of the goldfish's eyes was really the
Elf vs. Orc 5Sings-to-Trees's primary thought through the whole violent encounter was Not the throat again!Elf vs. Orc 5 in Fantasy More Like This
His neck hurt. He felt like a troll had used his esophagus as a dance floor. This could not be healthy. If he lived through this, he swore he would be nice to his throat for the rest of the year. Hot teas. Scarfs during winter. Anything.
For awhile, he didn't think he was going to live to see sunrise, let alone winter.
Then she'd apologized. The orc had stood there, with a distinctly sheepish expression on her face, and she'd apologized.
None of his patients ever apologized. Most of them couldn't talk, and it didn't seem to occur to the ones who could.
Half of him wanted to reply automatically—No, it's okay, these things happen, don't worry about it—and the other half was jumping up and down screaming You just tried to kill me, you green-faced lunatic! You can't just apologize for trying to kill people!
Perhaps fortunately, his throat was aching too badly
Elf vs. Orc 9Sings-to-Trees' head shot up. He knew Fleabane's barks like the back of his hand. Short, rapid barks, not grating, hysterical ones--somewhere between a greeting and a warning. Fleabane knew the person approaching, but he didn't really like them.Elf vs. Orc 9 in Fantasy More Like This
That meant it was either one of the humans from down the road (excepting Matilda, who brought cheeses and always had a tidbit for a hungry coyote) or the rangers.
"Shit!" Sings-to-Trees leapt to his feet and began kicking Celadon's armor under the bed, followed by the extra blankets.
Celadon got unsteadily to her feet. "What is it?"
"Company. Might be rangers."
She could have asked questions, like "Are you going to turn me in?" or "Why are you panicking, if they're your people?" but Celadon was not inclined to waste time on stupid questions. She looked around hurriedly for a hiding place.
Sings-to-Trees caught her elbow. "Do you trust me?"
"Does it matter?"
"I suppose not."
Getting her into the hiding place was awkward, but Celadon took it in s
Encounter: Chapter 6"... so we're discharging you today."Encounter: Chapter 6 in Fan Fiction More Like This
At those words Desmond breathed a sigh of relief. It was what they had been waiting for, so many days. At last Altaïr was well enough to leave the hospital.
The weeks spent here had been bitingly torturous, mentally and physically. It had been hard to stay in a small place for much of a day and worry ate at his mind.
On the other hand, in such close proximity with Altaïr unsettled him. The overwhelming desire to touch him warred with his sanity and relationships with him and Lucy. Two different things, walls he shouldn't breach but if he did, what would happen? Ever since the night he had so nonchalantly caressed Altaïr's face, he'd been even more disturbed. Desmond shook his head in disgust to clear away his thoughts and paid attention to Lucy again.
She was discussing arrangements and Altaïr's condition with the nurse now. Since it didn't really involve Desmond much he went over and squatted next to Altaïr's bed. A
Encounter: Chapter 1Weapons flashing, angry voices. "Assassin! Assassin!"Encounter: Chapter 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
The assassin- Altaïr Ibn La Ahad- scaled the wall, desperate to escape the guards. He let out a cry when an arrow struck his back. Fire ran up and down his spine.
In his pause during the climb, an archer took advantage and shot another arrow at Altaïr. It hit his right arm, making him lose his grip on the wall. Altaïr dangled from the ledge with his left hand, pain shooting up his arms and back as he tried to swing his legs up to get back. The first time didn't work, the second he barely made it on.
By this time one of the guards had attempted to go after Altaïr. A sword in his hand, he scrambled up the wall. With his terribly injured state Altaïr had trouble reaching the top. The guard approached him, taking a jab with his sword and missing. But he had slipped on something; the guard glanced down to see wet blood. Glancing up he saw Altaïr's blood dripping on him. It gave him courage that the as
Encounter: Chapter 7There was finally a light that glowed dimly into the trunk. Desmond could see it through his half-closed lids, and he smelled the open, fresh air above him. His eyes snapped open and he instinctively sucked in air that, for once wasn't dry and stuffy. He saw a shape above him, illuminated by light from behind.Encounter: Chapter 7 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Lucy?" he asked. Augh. The light hurt after spending so much time in the darkness; he felt like a zombie awakening. Screwing his eyes he tried to sit up. "We're there? Here? Whatever?"
Lucy nodded and someone else joined her. "You look dead," the new person commented in his deep voice. Desmond had to smile at that. Altaïr extended his hand out to him, and Desmond took it gratefully. With a tug Desmond raised himself to a crouch and gingerly jumped/slithered out of the car. It bounced slightly after his exit.
"Ohhh," Desmond groaned and doubled over. A burning ache started in the right half of his body, clenching and unclenching. His feet and hands felt numb, than tingled as
Encounter: Chapter 11Desmond blinked at Ezio, feeling stupid. He was stunned by the entire turn of events he was experiencing. Fuck, this was crazy. How is it possible for his ancestors to practically come back from the dead, not to mention travel in time? Wasn't his life already so messed up? What did he do to deserve this? He wasn't a bad man. Well, maybe he did get himself into shitty situations more often than nor but it--Encounter: Chapter 11 in Drama More Like This
He shut his mouth as he realized he was blathering out loud like a madman. Ezio was staring at him. Since when had he started to talk aloud?
Desmond started to apologize for being so freaky, but he heard the door creak open and he turned to see who it was.
"Desmond? Lucy?" Altaïr called out, walking calmly into the room. As he neared them, he must have seen the stranger as a threat, because he froze and stiffened. A hard mask came over him and he growled, "What's this? May you be stabbed by a di--"
"Altaïr," Lucy cut him off sharply, looking from him to the It
Encounter: Chapter 2As if on cue, Lucy rushed into the lab. She muttered something about Dr. Vidic needing her for something. Her high heels clicked as she walked to the Animus purposefully only to stop when she saw Altaïr.Encounter: Chapter 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"How did this happen?" she demanded, knowing that neither Desmond or she knew.
"I don't know. The Animus screwed." Desmond eyed Altaïr, almost fearfully. The aura around the Animus was smoldering and had a dangerous feel...
Lucy seemed really stunned to see Altaïr. Blood she did not mind, but to just see him there... it was painful to just look at his wounds or the look of pain and failure on his blank face. For a moment she stood stock still, unsure of what to do or say. Be sensible! her thoughts yelled at her. Report it to Dr. Vidic! Clean this up!
"Help him," Desmond begged. His dark brown eyes looked beseechingly into Lucy's blue ones.
Shaking her head Lucy sighed. "I can't. He's gone." It seemed so, seeing how much Altaïr had bled. There was almos
Encounter: Chapter 3Desmond and Lucy were still crouching together, his arm around her shoulders, when the paramedics finally arrived. Footsteps sounded down the hallway, many voices too.Encounter: Chapter 3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Right here!" one of them called above all the others. The group of paramedics moved into the lab. There were about five.
Reluctantly Desmond pulled his arm away and he and Lucy stood up. The head paramedic headed towards them, a serious look on her face. "Tell me what has happened," she ordered kindly.
Immediately Lucy took charge. She didn't exactly lie, nor tell the truth either. She made a good sound of pretending to be scared. "This man. We found him here, just on the ground. He had several wounds- we tried to treat him."
"What kind of wounds?" the paramedic asked, holding a paper.
"I don't know." It was best to lie, that way he didn't have to explain. Desmond shot a look at Lucy. Get out of this situation- fast. But take care of Altaïr.
For the next few minutes Desmond and Lucy were questioned. What
Encounter: Chapter 8And so Desmond was left alone with Altaïr. Could luck get any worse than that for him? Other than that he was kidnapped, kept hostage by an organization straight out of history, and not knowing if you'd still be alive the next day? Well, not technically, but everything sounded better when you exaggerated facts.Encounter: Chapter 8 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Anyways, it wasn't so bad when you were lying on a bed and dead-beat.
He couldn't understand why he felt this way for Altaïr. Firstly, he was a guy. That totally went against his supposed straightness. Secondly, he was related to him, even is somewhat distantly. And, he loved Lucy! Lucy!!
This stupid desire for him...
"Are you all right?" Altaïr asked, his soft footsteps tapping the floor as he walked towards him.
He sat down on the bed next to Desmond, making it creak slightly. "You seem very out of it."
"As I said before, tired.'
"You looked very tense."
"Ah, well." Was he? He tried to loosen his body and imagined himself melting into the bed, wit
Encounter: Chapter 12"No. This can't be happening..."Encounter: Chapter 12 in Drama More Like This
Desmond sat on the ground like a small child, his legs crossed with his head in his hands. "This doesn't be make any sense."
He felt a light touch on his shoulder and when he looked up he saw the piercing hazel eyes of the Italian assassin looking at him with mild concern. "Are you all right?"
"No, I'm good." It came out sounding like a question. Rising up steadily now, Desmond tried to regain his composure. This had to be one of the most undignified things he'd ever done--freaking out in front of a man like Ezio Auditore! And from what he'd seen in the Animus, Ezio was a pretty tough guy, but he was such a kind friend, brother, son, nephew, lover, that Desmond was sure that Ezio would understand. But poof, there went his first impression moment.
It was foolish of him to be thinking such things at the moment, and he felt silly. What was more important was the matter of Ezio, Altair, and the Animus that (perhaps, probably, most likely, definitely) brough
Encounter: Chapter 10Ezio heard the footsteps pounding behind him and the angry voices shouting death threats. Shocked civilians scrambled out of his way, gasping at the sight of the chase.Encounter: Chapter 10 in Fan Fiction More Like This
The white-hooded assassin looked back over his shoulder to check on his progress. Even though he was running as fast as he could, there were two guards quickly gaining on him.
Shit! Run! he yelled at himself. There was no chance to fight against so many people without getting seriously injured, or worse, dead. His legs were getting tired but he couldn't afford to stop if he wanted to get away with his life.
He rounded a corner in the busy street, searching for a way to lose the guards. With his heart pounding in his chest, he made a split-second decision to awkwardly duck into an alleyway.
Taking precious seconds, he took a couple steps back to make a running start for a wall. Leaping up he grabbed an outstanding brick and began to haul himself up.
By then, the guards had found him and were yelling angrily from b
Encounter: Chapter 4It had been 9 days since Altaïr had been admitted into the hospital. The first 7 days were in the Intensive Care unit. Days of waiting... worry... unknowing... Since in the IC, visitors were not allowed to stay. They could come and go and certain hours but were not able to stay in the room with him for the night. So Desmond and Lucy lived in the hotel a few blocks away from the hospital for a week. Everyday visits were made to Altaïr, but all this time he was unconscious. Maybe it was a coma; the doctors didn't know. Lucy thought it was an effect from the Animus as this was different from other coma states.Encounter: Chapter 4 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Than on the 8th day, Altaïr was moved to the normal wards, as the doctors declared him healing quite well from his many wounds. Much to Desmond's and Lucy's relief. But Altaïr was still not awake, which troubled the couple and confused the doctors. There was no telling when he would wake up from this... nothingness.
When Altaïr changed units, Desmond and Luc
Drarry fanfic Pt 2 Harry had just finished his homework when the sun began to set, and waiting for Hermione to get packed up, he played with the grass, tearing the lush blades from the ground and running them through his fingers. He toyed with the idea of trying to get them to levitate but Hermione was finished and Ron had finally given up being patient and was now pestering them to hurry up. As he stood up he saw the familiar figure of Ginny running over to him. He was happy to see Ginny but was aware of a niggling annoyance in the pit of his stomach, before he could figure out what it was Ginny had flung herself at him and was giving him a bear hug. He hugged her back and the four of them went off to the main hall. Harry tried to ignore it, but he had a funny feeling about the way Malfoy, who was in front of them, had given a beseeching and almost sad look towards him before disappearing into the building.Drarry fanfic Pt 2 in Romance More Like This
Over the next few weeks, both boys found themselves thinking about eac
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It was a particularly warm summer afternoon and Harry was letting his mind wander. It was the last lesson on a Friday afternoon, and while everyone else around the school was having a fun lesson in the sunlight, Harry and the rest of Gryffindor, along with Slytherin, was stuck copying out the uses of Asphodel in the dungeons. While they wrote, Snape kept a watchful eye over them, occasionally asking a student, usually from Gryffindor, to stop talking or show him their work. Harry gazed mindlessly around the room and his eyes soon settled on a blond head a few rows in front of him. A thin shaft of sunlight from a small window very near the ceiling of the room came to fall on the boy's head. Harry noticed that the few stray hairs escaping the gelled mass glinted golden in the sun. The boy must have felt Harry's gaze as he turned and glared at him. Harry quickly looked back to his parchment and dipped his quill in the ink, hoping that Malfoy wouldn't no
Drarry fanfic Pt 4The boys locked eyes for a second, blushing deeply.Drarry fanfic Pt 4 in Romance More Like This
"Malfoy, what are you doing around here?" Harry asked him, squirming in the awkward moment.
"Potter, you like me don't you." Draco knew it would just be easier to get to the point rather than try to build up to it, making it even more awkward. He was also worried that putting it off would give him time to chicken out and lose all the confidence he'd spent the last two hours building up. Harry was taken aback at the bluntness of Draco's statement and his heart sped up. What was going to happen?
"No, I..." he started.
"I've seen the way you look at me, Harry," Draco lowered and softened his voice. He knew that being harsh was not going to get the answer out of Harry. Harry felt his heart flip at the sound of Draco saying his first name in a tone of voice which was genuine and silky without its usual sarcastic sneer.
"W...why are you here?" Harry spluttered out the question, shaking hard. He was looking at the floor, not darin
Drarry fanfic Pt 12 The heat hung heavily in the air like an unneeded blanket smothering everything under its weight. Although it had only just gone eight in the morning and the sun hadn't even begun to shine at its full capacity, the air was hot and humid. Even the wind, which had begun to pull at the leaves and chase pieces of paper from the desks as it invaded the room through the window, carried some warmth with it. Each sound was intensified, people laughing and chatting sleepily, owls hooting as they returned from a night's hunting and the deep, rhythmetic rumbles of Ron Weasley snoring.Drarry fanfic Pt 12 in Romance More Like This
Harry contemplated throwing something at him to get him to shut up but decided that he was already awake and had little hope of getting back to sleep in the heat. He reached over for his glasses and slipped them on. He saw that the time was quarter past eight and most of the boys were still asleep, apart from Semus, who Harry knew had gone to the library to practise his spe
Drarry fanfic Pt 5 Draco closed his eyes and wound his arms around the Gryffindor's waist. He felt Harry put his arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. All the confusion melted away, everything was perfect. Draco felt Harry pull away, but he held him tight. He didn't want the magic to end, not just yet. He didn't want to wake up from this dream, not just yet. He didn't want to sink back into reality, not just yet. In his heart, he knew it'd have to end and he'd have to wake up and go back to the cold reality of what his friends, let alone his father, would do if they found out, but not just yet. Harry obliged and kissed him again, even more passionately than the first time, giving Draco a few more moments to feel his stomach fill with butterflies and the electricity race down to his toes.Drarry fanfic Pt 5 in Romance More Like This
Harry wound his arms around Draco's neck. This was the moment he'd dreamed of, and it was as perfect as his dream. Almost. A mixture of guilt and worry niggled in his stomach, even over rid
5. Two Months of Hell - DrarryHarry found that over the past few weeks he had very little time to spare. Each teacher had given the eighth years a massive amount of homework and even saving the wizarding world, and also the Muggle world, did not slacken his load. He also had to put up with doing the paired assignment which meant that even his free lessons were spent working. Harry voiced these grumbles over lunch and found that the others had equally less free time.5. Two Months of Hell - Drarry in Drama More Like This
“How do you have time to do that?” Harry exclaimed as the others arranged yet another trip to Hogsmeade.
“Why don’t you?” came Ron’s reply. “We still manage to have time free and we’re doing all of the same work as you.” Harry thought for a second and realised that he seemed to spend a lot more time on the paired project than anyone else. Even Hermione didn’t have Ron working all of the time and that was a big feat.
“Malfoy does have to get high marks,” Herm
4. Two Months of Hell - Drarry “Harry, can I talk to you?” Harry’s stomach turned over. He’d been dreading this.4. Two Months of Hell - Drarry in Drama More Like This
According to Ron and Hermione, Ginny wanted to discuss ‘feelings’ with him. Ever since the battle ended they had been a couple but he knew Ginny wanted a worded conformation.
“S’pose,” he replied, grudgingly. This was something he really didn’t want to do in the slightest. He stood up and followed Ginny to a more secluded area. They both sat down and Ginny held his hands in hers. merlin, Harry thought to himself as he groaned inwardly. He lent across and tried to silence her with a kiss, which she returned for a few moments before pulling away.
“We need to spend more time together,” she said softly. Harry felt a little guilty. “I can’t remember the last time we actually spent the afternoon for just us.”
“Sorry,” he murmured. “It’s just, the project for transfiguration e
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Draco lay in bed. He was angry as he'd had yet another fight with his friends. He'd come into the Slytherin common room in a rage after a run-in with the mudblood, the weasely kid and potter's girlfriend asking him what he'd done to Potter. Why did they think he'd done something to Potter! As he sat heavily on a chair between Crabbe and Goyle he ranted,
"Can you believe Potter? He thinks I've done something to him! He's the one planning something against me! Who does he think he is anyway! Him and his stupid mudblood friend! And the Weasley girl, trying to reason with me! What does he see in her anyway?!..." Draco babbled on, his voice getting louder and faster as he went. "...Him and his beautiful green eyes!" As he said his last line the room became quiet. Pansy stifled a small sob and left the room.
Suddenly the room became noisy. A series of angry and mocking voices merged together, overwhelming him.
"I just mean
ThunderThunder rumbled gently above them and rain pattered on the windowsill. Flashes of lightening leaked in around the curtains and lit up the dark room. A particularly loud bout of thunder rolled over them and John gasped and pressed himself closer to Sherlock. Sherlock ran his fingers comfortingly through the ex-soldier's hair. they lay huddled together under the duvet just listening. Their breathing settled back in synch and John's heartbeat calmed slightly but it still thrummed quickly against Sherlock's touch. Pins and needles prickled his hand because his arm was trapped under John's body. Sherlock rolled over on to his back, pulling John with him so the older man's head was pillowed by his chest. Sherlock wrapped his arm tighter around John's hips and looked down at the man pressed against his chest. His hair was in need of a cut and free of its usual gel it stuck in all directions. John had most of Sherlock's t-shirt balled up in his hands so the blond tufts of hair tickled SherlockThunder in Romance More Like This