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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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A Prince's best friend
Chapter 8: In which Gareth makes his first move (or maybe second - or really, it might be the third if we take everything into account)
Merlin looked up from work when there was a knock on the door. He kept, just in case, a neckerchief on to hide his ears like Arthur had suggested, but it was so uncomfortable to hide both them and the tail, beneath his tunic, all the time. Once behind closed doors he released the tail again, subconsciously it twitched a little as he worked. Startled at the sound of knuckles rapping against wood, he turned around still holding the bedding he was about to change.
She stepped inside, smiling kindly. She wore a very beautiful, silvery dress and matching earrings. It was strange seeing her from this angle when he had spent over two days just being a little over a foot tall and looking up at everyone. Beside her was Gwen, whom he hadn't seen in days, she smiled widely at seeing him.
"Merlin! How are you? A
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originally uploaded at FF.net 13/10 2010.
Category: Merlin BBC
Warnings: angst, some violence; AU/what if-story
Setting: Change of season 3, episode 1-2, 'Tears of Uther Pendragon'
Pairings: Nothing is intended as romance, but there are Merthur and Mergana elements if you take it that way. Otherwise only friendships (and enemies).
Spoilers: Basically up to season 3 episode 1-2.
Summary: "Merlin is unsure if he's feeling regret. The battle has raged for hours "Arrest him!" cries the king."
Disclaimer: 'Merlin' is property of BBC and I make no claims, profits or money by doing this. I've written this as a work of fan-fiction, to be read freely for entertainment. By writing this I don't gain anything, but the pleasure to write. When I'm finished I'll return all the characters safe and sound Um, wait a minute, maybe not all of them.
A complete 3-chapter story first published on fanfiction.net late last year. I am currenly working on a cont
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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
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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
Take my handA promise, that's what I madeTake my hand in Free Verse More Like This
I told you I would not abandon you.
And I will keep that till I die.
Your stubborn, that's no doubt.
You're scared, I can see that.
Your lost and confused, just grab my hand.
You want to let go, but I grip your hand tighter.
The bridge is long, so long, it seems like forever.
You want to turn back, but I keep pulling you forward.
You complain that the bridge is never ending.
I tell you it's the figment of your imagination.
I also tell you that it's worth the wait.
Our feet hit solid ground again.
Instead of letting go of your hand, I keep it in mine.
Our eyes meet as we smile at each other.
We continue walking into the unknown.
That's our goal, keep moving forward.
Don't let go, promise me you won't.
Take my hand
Why?I should just ignore everythingWhy? in Free Verse More Like This
I should just forget what you said
I should just walk away
Yet I can not
I'm stuck here in the hell
My heart is dying
My heart is no longer filled with love
My heart is filled with hate, rage, and sadness
You were supposed to be there for me
I am your own flesh and blood
I see now that I am merely a ghost
I see now that I do not matter in your eyes
I see now that I do not belong
You wonder why I blocked off my heart to you
I guess I should just fade into the background
Every night I think about why you hate me so much
Every night I cry myself to sleep
Every night I wonder if I should just end this pain
Whatever I have done to you, I am sorry
Why do you hate me so much?
The PainI feel horrible for all the pain I caused youThe Pain in Free Verse More Like This
The pain and tears that feel your eyes crushed me
I want nothing more than to banish what I've done
We stand four feet, seven inches, away from each other
This distance crushed my heart
I took a step, but you flinched
I feel tears well up in my own eyes
You sniffle and wipe your face
As you were doing this, I wrapped my arms around you
I whisper that, I was sorry
You merely nod your head
My fingers clench tightly around you
I don't know how to reverse this pain
It was all because of my anger and stupidity
I wish I never called you a hopeless idiot. I'm sorry
I wish I never yelled at you for being stuck in depression
PressureI want to cryPressure in Free Verse More Like This
I need to cry
The gathering tears wouldn't fall
They couldn't fall
I can't breathe because of the pressure
I fall to my knees as I clutched my chest
As I struggled to catch my breathe
The tears fell onto the carpet
I slowly calmed myself so I could breathe
My eyes squeezed shut as I counted down from ten
I finally got my breathing under control so I could stand
I opened my eyes to feel the tears gliding down my face
The pressure finally disappeared from my body
A soft sob escaped me as I cupped my face
This is what I needed
A cry from my soul, a cry to help soothe me
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It scares me too. I worry about you
You also tell me it's pointless
I smack you across the face
Your expression holds shock
My hand trembles as I too stare in astonishment
Tears gather in my eyes as I back up from you
You gingerly hold your cheek, as you wince at the pain
My back hits the wall as I slide down it
You look over to me, as you take a step forward
I whimper as I scoot closer to the wall
You kneel in front of me, and tell me it's alright
You say that you deserved it
That someone needed to hit you
That someone needed to do something
That someone needed to pull you from the darkness
My head was buried into my arms as I cried
You smile softly as you sit next to me
You stretch out your legs as you gaze at the ceiling
You tell me, "We're in this together, remember that."
In it together
A Child to a TeenagerBeing a child, you only want loveA Child to a Teenager in Free Verse More Like This
Being a teenager, you only want freedom
Yet a child might get shunned instead
Yet a teenager might be caged
The love that a child wanted turned horrid,
The child was yelled at, neglected and hated
The teenager was never shown how to experience life,
The teenager was treated nothing more than crap
No love, no freedom, just useless
Nothing more than a pile of trash
Years go by, the child turned into that teenager
And that teenager learned to ignore the pain
Ignoring the loneliness of the betrayal, always alone
Nowhere to go, nothing to live for
Always stuck in the hell called "home"
Some things a child cant handles very well
A Child to a Teenager
SeeThere is much we are blind toSee in Free Verse More Like This
A man once said to me
"Keep your heart open, but on a leash"
"Never see with your eyes"
"See with your feelings"
At first I was disbelieving
Yet now, six years later, I understand
My friend, plagued with depression
I see there is still a glimmer of hope in his heart
Though to others, he's a lost cause
To me, he can be saved
I am there when he needs me
I continue to be a supporting shoulder, a hugger, and a sister
Even now, there are those who judge him
They only see with their eyes
They do not see with their feelings
They remain blinded by this
"See with your feelings"
Is what he told me
Not HeartlessIt's not that you're heartlessNot Heartless in Free Verse More Like This
It's that you're not thinking
You're saying things that are sounding cruel
I was angry about that
It hurt me more to say that
You're so deep in depression you can't see properly
I don't mean to be rude, cruel or mean
I only said that to try and open your eyes
I love you so much, but you're in so much pain
I don't wish to contribute to it, but it's hard
Sometimes I have to say what's on my mind
I know this hurts you, but it helps to know what others are thinking
I know you're angry at me
I'm glad you are
But you had to see how much you needed to know
I'm sorry, I really am
Brother-T.3.C.When we met, I was shy, awkward, and scaredBrother-T.3.C. in Free Verse More Like This
As time when by, I learned to feel more open to you
We talked daily, hourly, monthly, and close to a year
Each conversation we had, held so many emotion
Each on different views on life and death
Love and sorrow, even the meaning of life
Every day, I waited to meet you and have our talks
When we didn't meet, I'd feel sad and nervous
But you'd make up for it the next time
I smiled as you give me advice to help people in need
In return, I'd help you with whatever we could
We had an equal trade between us
This lead up to slowly become a family
You were my brother, my mentor, my friend
You know these all too well
When you're sad, I try to cheer you up
When you're angry, I let you rant
When you need someone to listen, I'm here
I'd hold your hand during hard times,
I'd laugh when you're happy
I'd do anything for you, because I can
It's called being a family for a reason
Love"It's been awhile. How have you been?" You sayLove in Free Verse More Like This
"Alright, I guess. I missed you though." You smile
"I missed you too." You ruffle my hair
I smile at that the action
"But tell me the truth, what's the matter?" I look away
"I don't want to bother you." You sigh quietly
Your hand strokes my cheek
"Lil' Sis, you aren't bothering me." You grab my hand
The warmth from your hand makes me relax
I ended up telling you everything
Your fingers rub soothing circles my arms
I look into your eyes to see kindness and love
"Don't you feel better? Never hold it in." I sighed
"These were trivial matters, stupid things." You noggie me
"Regardless, it's my job to look out for you."
You begin to pull me forward
"Time for ice cream and video games!" I laugh
You are someone I can depend on, Big Brother
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 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
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Loki felt his mind calming. It was done. Tony Stark, the Iron Man, finally belonged to him.
But serenity was accompanied by exhaustion and Loki winced at the sudden sharp pain behind his eyes.
'Is everything alright?' Tony asked considerately.
'Yes,' Loki waved him off impatiently.
He had let Tony Stark keep most of his personality so he could continue performing his role. He only took away his free will.
Freedom... As if anyone could ever truly be free.
Loki rubbed his temple to get rid of the pain. He was tired.
He took a deep breath and straightened himself. There was still too much to prepare before he could permit himself some rest.
And he had a new tool at disposal. Looking over at the now-tamed Tony though reminded Loki of his last defiant gaze and he felt an urge for retaliation.
'Kneel,' he commanded and watched Tony go down on one knee obediently and without a word, lowering his head before him.
Strangely the deed didn't grant him the desired satisfaction. There was something
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'Loki?' Tony addressed him with an anxious sense of foreboding in his voice, following his glance up to the skies over Manhattan, New York, where the tremendous portal was opening right now.
'This isn't my doing,' Loki warded off any blame, though he knew exactly who was causing this sudden change of events.
They had come, way too soon: Thanos and his forces.
They had come to conquer Midgard as well as in search for him and the Tesseract. And they wouldn't stop before they had achieved both their goals.
'Then who...?' the Iron Man attempted to ask, facing Loki again; his palm was still resting on Loki's chest, covering his heart, and ready to trigger the repulsor.
An ear-shattering roar from above answered his suspended question, when one of the Chitauri war beasts broke through the opening, accompanied by hundreds of single warriors, swarming out like a flock of released birds.
'Damn,' escaped Tony, before he lowered his hand and took one, two steps back, watching the sky and already
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Tony finally broke free and jerked awake with a deeply shocked gasp, trying to focus on his surroundings and fit them into his troubled perception.
Something terrible had happened. Danger. Death. Fear. Defeat. Humiliation.
The concerned faces staring down at him were familiar though and granted him a touch of relief.
There was Pepper sitting right next to him and looking more shaken than anyone else present, Director Fury furrowing his brows behind her, Steve opposite of them, frowning with a gloomy countenance, Banner with his arms crossed, Thor at the end of the bed and even Barton, Romanoff and Hill watching him with anticipation from near the door. And they were accompanied by a woman Tony only knew from pictures as Jane Foster.
'Is this my funeral or why the long faces?' he wondered, still trying to shake off the shadows which grasped for his mind.
'You're lucky; it's not,' Fury responded gravely.
Tony managed to focus on the dark-skinned man.
'What happened?' he asked wearily, al
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For the next eight hours, Tony buried himself in patching up the damage Thor had caused to the Mark VI suit, hoping to focus his troubled thoughts on the task and failing.
He just couldn't shake off the memory - no, the whole sensation - of Loki's presence within his mind, finding his imagination wandering back to him over and over again.
Back to his eyes, his voice, his nearness, his affection, his trust, his shared feelings. And somehow Tony felt like he was betraying him.
Eventually, Tony declared repairs for impossible without proper installations, dropped the attempt and decided to use the Mark VIII that Barton and Romanoff had brought from the Stark Tower in the upcoming battle.
He was just having his third Scotch, sitting in the hangar and staring at the red and golden Iron Man suit which was getting an upload of Jarvis's software, when he heard footsteps approaching and glimpsed over his shoulder to see Thor warily coming over.
'May I keep you company?' he asked attentively.
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S.H.I.E.L.D.'s weapon development facility was located underground, its surface area mostly deserted and spaciously fenced.
Loki stood on top of a small hill outside the guarded fence surveying the waste grounds, right next to the completely suited up Iron Man. Even Loki was fully armored, wearing the Horns of Mischief and carrying the scepter in one hand.
'There,' Tony's artificially rendered voice sounded somewhat alien beneath the iron mask when he pointed at the driveway leading underground and the transporter attempting to enter.
Loki nodded und waited patiently until the vehicle stopped, before he lifted the scepter and fired a blue gleaming energy discharge at it.
The van instantly exploded in a consuming fire taking down the gate and most of its framing structure.
'Go,' Loki commanded, whereat Tony ignited the jets and took off to carry on the deed of destruction.
Loki followed using portals of space and time created by the Tesseract powered scepter.
The havoc wrought by the Ir
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Loki stepped through the aether and entered his throne room in Jötunheim, instantly adjusting his body to the freezing temperatures of this realm.
'My Lord,' the Head of his guards greeted him, respectfully bowing.
'Gather the forces,' Loki ordered, ignoring all courtesy. 'We have to be ready as soon as possible.'
The Giant took the command without a word, just lowered his head again and left to carry out the task.
Loki watched him walk away for a second, then swallowed hard and turned to approach his crumbling throne. He needed to sit for a while. His knees were still shaking.
So he dropped on the cold, stony seat and buried his head in his hand.
Why did he give in? Why did he surrender? Why did that man have to taste so damn good?!
Loki couldn't help but remember. Their first merging, their second, their third... And with every detail his blood rushed through his veins more and more ferociously.
Loki clenched his fingers to a fist and violently slammed it
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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
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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
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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
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À partir daujourdhui, tu tappelleras Mathieu en honneur dun évangéliste catholique, ainsi que pour le Saint Pape
Quest-ce que ça veut dire?
Don de Dieu
Matthew woke with a jolt, flat on his back. He had just dreamt an event that seemed to have happened a thousand years ago. He groped in the dark for his glasses, and soon realized a single tear was rolling lazily down his right cheek. He raised his hand to greet the falling drop of salt into his palm, right before more of them joined in. Matthew lurc
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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
Where good men go to die.Unwashed bodiesWhere good men go to die. in Free Verse More Like This
bent over scorched earth
toiling as sweat draws rivers
in the dust upon their faces.
clinging to skeleton wrists
feet dragging and kicking dust
choking rebellious songs in their wake.
like a welcome blessing
drowning out the conscious pain
of being aware of their destiny.
deep in their minds
may cause a slight discomfort
reminding them of former lives lost.
like a tidal wave
drowning the echoes of pasts
they do not wish to remember.
shattered like jigsaw puzzles
no longer fitting the frame
like tatters of cloth upon bones.
falls upon scorched earth
exhaling as tears draw furrows
in the dust becoming their graves.
Mister Sandman, bring me a dream.Mister Sandman, bring me a dream.Mister Sandman, bring me a dream. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One that will make the little ones scream.
Don't fly away, we've just started to play,
and who needs pretty wings anyway?
Mister Sandman, bring us your dust.
In the power of pharmacy we trust.
Don't fly away, you can't hide anyway,
and weren't your wings cut off the other day?
Mister Sandman, bring back my dreams.
I'm sick and tired nothing is what it seems!
Don't fly away, don't force me to stay...
I want pretty wings like yours one day.
The heroes of old.Let the old heroes restThe heroes of old. in Free Verse More Like This
beneath ancient stones
buried in history and dressed in legends.
Let the old kings rise
in marble and gold
for all to see and praise in forgotten stories.
And when time comes
for the legends to breed life
let then the old heroes serve their kings
in ever lasting stories of the golden past.
Requiem for the DeadTake my hand, you will understand,Requiem for the Dead in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that our lives are footprints in the sand.
All that's been done, and all that's been said, becomes a requiem for the dead.
So light a thousand candles for me, and pray for my soul in all eternity.
Standing alone, my heart is a stone,
all that I loved is gone.
My heart is hollow, too empty to follow,
nothing but a shadow.
There is no tomorrow, there's nothing but sorrow,
no words when all's said and done.
From cradle to grave, you are but a slave,
a simple being that no one can save.
All that is done, and all that is said, becomes a requiem for the dead.
So light a thousand candles for me, and pray for my soul in all eternity.
I am alone, stripped of flesh and bone,
a thousand sins to atone.
A creature of shadow, lonely and shallow,
reach out and I will follow.
Hiding my sorrow, there's another tomorrow,
when all has been said and done.
Close your eyes, there are no more lies,
it is time to cut the ties.
All that you've done, and all that you've said,
How It Works: Chapter 1How It Works: Chapter 1 in Drama More Like This
"Where have you been?!" cried Spike, his tail twitching with anger, but his shoulders sagging with relief. Twilight sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with a hoof.
"What's wrong Spike?" she looked around. Her bed was still tucked made from the day before, but it was slightly rumpled, as she had fallen asleep, without getting under the blanket. The first rays of sun blinked through the windows.
"What's wrong?! We couldn't find you anywhere, that's what's wrong! We've been searching for you since noon yesterday!"
"I'm a grown pony, Spike. I don't need to let everyone know what I'm doing and where I am going," Twilight grumbled. She didn't remember much from last night, she just knew that her eyes were stinging and her head pounding. Twilight walked to the bathroom and turned on the water. Looking in the mirror she found a warped reflection staring back at her. Her mane stuck out in all directions, there were circle
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Chapter 17: Realization
"Which one is it Sugarcube?" inquired Applejack looking through the window of the hospital's nursery.
Flim, who stood surround by the five mares, opened his mouth to reply but was instead cut short.
"Oh! Oh! I love guessing games!" Pinkie Pie chirped, her blue eyes scanning the room. "It is that little filly?" A small white unicorn filly stretched and yawned in her crib, red hair peaking out from beneath the blanket pink blanket.
"No," answered Flim grinning like a fool.
"Oh, well it is that one then?" Pinkie enthused, pointing out a blue unicorn colt with a white and blue mane.
"No," Flim said again.
"Okay, I got it for sure this time!" she said and looked thoughtfully at the foals before her.
After a minute of this Rainbow snapped, "Oh Flim would you just tell us already?!"
"Well only because you asked so nicely," he replied, going into the nursery and picking up one of the sleeping bundles. He walked back toward the eagerly awaiting group, the foal nestled sa
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The Apple family were swamped with ponies clamoring to buy the cider they had spent the past hour making. They wouldn't notice if she slipped away, no one would in this sea of ponies.
Twilight focused a picture of the, what had they called it? Super Speedy Cider Squeezy, in her mind and teleported. She found herself on the side of the road, next to a small cafe, several miles outside of Ponyville. Her eyes immediately picked out the bright red and white mane of one of the brothers.
"Hey!" she called out. The stallion turned around, it was the one without the mustache.
"We're leaving," he replied, "No need for any more trouble." He looked anxious.
"I don't want trouble, I want answers," said Twilight standing her ground.
"And what answers would those be little filly?" asked Flim.
"You're machine. I've never seen anything like it. How does it work? The mix of machinery and magic is amazing!"
A look of surprise crossed the stallion's face, then he smiled. "Well that's a lot of technical t
what we call war_cI have devil's water running through my coal-veins. Every morning, I get up and touch the mirror just so that I can fall into the reflection. Every change branded into the underside of my skin so that I can see their bitter stones sinking slowly through the uncharted rivers of my body. I am a façade. I am a lie. I have swallowed hearts and slung love at walls of destruction just to watch the plumes of smoke rise up the city atmosphere. I have watched my crumbling capillaries tie together into hangman's knots, my lips dyed red with lover and enemy alike. I worry with every bloodied swallow, with every collapsing groan - oh lover, I worry you are next.what we call war_c in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If I were anything but ash and molten hopes I would worry too. But I have lost myself in the cracks between desperation and shame, and now I find myself drowning, pouring out your devil's cup into my wanting throat. Scalding my teeth, numbing my tongue, twisting my spine until the heat of it breaks me down, and knocks me out. I
we set the ship on fire.Youre crazy.we set the ship on fire. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Most likely. Is that a problem?
I dont know yet. It depends what kind of crazy you are.
You havent figured that out yet?
Im still working on it. Want to give me a few hints?
No, not particularly.
Alright, duly noted: bitch-crazy isnt out of the running yet.
Arent you clever? I think bitch-crazy should be leading the pack.
Its fighting gypsy-crazy for the lead.
Yeah. The kind of crazy that keeps your feet moving even when youre sitting down. The crazy that explains why when I look in your eyes I dont see lakes, but wild oceans. The kind that would explain why youre ten miles ahead of everyone else with no intentions of slowing down.
Its because Im running away half the time.
Away from what? Me?
Maybe. From feeding someone my heart
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anastasia is lovely with smoke-grey eyes, black-pearl-hair and a laugh that unfurls like fog. she is cunning with a witty tongue and spends her afternoons pirouetting across sunstruck-wooden-floors. she has a horizon-mouth thats molded into curved lines around piano-teeth and can make a violin weep with clever fingers.
and i am running late with a coffee stain on my wrinkled shirt and a scar on my bottom lip from putting my nose where it didnt belong. i am tripping over my own feet and dropping my purse and shoving back my wildly curling hair with dry, calloused hands.
i am here with my too-large mouth asking too many questions and painting the world with just enough cynical humor to make the romanticism shrivel in the corner. i am sitting on the pier but when im watching the ocean, im not thinking about how its turning into rain to splatter on orchids. you