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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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The woman turned to them so quickly that only a blurry shadow could be seen. The man wasn't so fast, but he also looked at the four teenagers.
"Sirius!", Mrs. Black shouted, pointing at them with her wand so that she could examine them.
"James", whispered the woman on the floor.
Lily almost forgot about him, though his shoulder touched hers and he was constantly trembling -- either with anger or cold.
"Release them!", James shouted and lunged abruptly to the Blacks.
Two wands were raised at the same time. One of them was Mrs. Black's and red light jumped out of it. The other wand was Lily's who cried frightened: "PROTEGO!"
The shield spanned in front of James and the Full Body-Bind Curse glanced off of it.
"DON'T YOU DARE HURTING MY SON!", Mrs. Potter screamed and with one single kick, she floored Mrs. Black.
In that moment, all hell broke loose. Mr. Black slapped Mrs. Potter in the face with his bare hand. The thwack was terrifying.
The sound that came fro
Shadows of Love 3The wind of deathShadows of Love 3 in Romance More Like This
Black dots were dancing before Lily's eyes while Remus grabbed her right arm and pulled her about between the rows. They weren't the only ones to run around like crazy; everyone panicked and shouted James's name. Lily and Remus arrived to the bottom of the pitch but only some confused Ravenclaw students were there. Apparently, they didn't notice the accident and landed after James was taken away from the grass. One of them was as white as a corpse and tears were streaming down his face. Lily watched the beefy boy who seemed to be a Beater -- judging from the bat in his shaking left hand. She was so befuddled she lost the ability to keep in mind what to do in this critical situation.
Remus continued on his way with Lily's hand in his grip.
"He's not dead. He's got bumped in the head with a Bludger. They took him to the Hospital Wing.", he said while rushing towards the castle.
If Lily had kept her wits, she would have been relieved. But on this level of shock sh
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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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Where to hide?
This single question echoed in Lily’s head after her paralyzed legs could have been moved. She rushed over the floors and stairs, bumping into people. After the sound of the bell, almost everyone disappeared. Only a few, late students were running to their classes.
Lily had no intention of following them. She went up to the Gryffindor Tower and stepped into the Common Room. Just as she wished, no one was there. She climbed to the armchair in front of the fireplace.
Two cats appeared in the Common Room, the black Ragamuffin cat with the white vest of fur on its chest chasing the Russian Blue one. The black cat noticed her owner and stopped playing. She curled her long-haired tail as if she was asking what the problem was.
“Come here, Domino!”
The cat jumped on Lily’s lap. She mewed quietly and looked up at her. Lily looked at the beautiful, different coloured -- one of them blue, the other green -- ey
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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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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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"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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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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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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It was still almost impossible to believe. Had they really, truly, found the Urn of Sacred Ashes, the last earthly remains of the Prophet Andraste?
Alessar brushed his hand over his belt pouch again, knowing that nestled inside, wrapped a tiny envelope of oilcloth, was a pinch of those ashes. They had seen a High Dragon, they had been questioned by the shades of Andraste's contemporaries... they had somehow fought phantom copies of themselves, and they had even walked through fire. All of that to finally come to Andraste's final resting place. For a short time, their worldly concerns had seemed almost trivial in comparison.
He certainly wasn't the most religious person, but it was the Chantry, and their rules and laws and history, that he had little love for. Like many elves, he had a sense of reverence for Andraste herself, for what she had done and the message she had tried
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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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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 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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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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"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 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
Encounter: Chapter 5Damn, it's been 5 days since Altaïr woke up from the coma thingy. The 14th day in this fucked up hospital. Altaïr is doing fine now, and Lucy feels better about it too. I'm glad. But what's gonna happen next? When are we busting ass out of here? I mean, it's not like I want to go back to Abstergo, but I feel like there is something needed to be done there. I dunno. I don't know what.Encounter: Chapter 5 in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Why the hell am I writing this? I mean, noting down how I'm feeling shit. Well, there is nothing else to do other them sit down and scribble. It's only taking up very little time... I'm bored to death... Actually, Altaïr talks to us a lot. He tells me and Lucy stories about himself: places he has been to, his childhood, what is was like back in his time, his life as an assassin. I really think that he's an interesting guy... there's this feel about him. It's different. Everything is OK now but I still feel that there is something going on still in Ab
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 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
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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 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
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 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 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 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
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
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Sings-to-Trees had hair the color of sunlight and ashes, delicately pointed ears, and eyes the translucent green of new leaves. His shirt was off, revealing the sort of tanned muscle acquired from years of healthy outdoor living, and you could have sharpened a sword on his cheekbones.
He was saved from being a young maiden's fantasy—unless she was a very peculiar young maiden—by the fact that he was buried up to the shoulder in the unpleasant end of a heavily pregnant unicorn. Bits of unicorn dung, which was not noticeably more ethereal than horse dung, were sliding down his arm, and every time the mare had a contraction, he lost feeling in his hand.
It had been nearly two hours, the ground was hard and cold and his knees felt like live coals wrapped in ice. She'd kicked him twice, and if Sings-to-Trees hadn't known that it was impossible, he'd have begun to suspect that the unicorn had arranged a breech birth out of spite.
No, he was being unfair. It couldn't be any more fun for her t
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 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 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.
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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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
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That's the Way of Simon the Digger
"My drill is the drill THAT CREATES THE HEAVENS!"
Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann rushed to strike the Anti-Spiral mecha, and the two clashing caused a massive explosion that drove the two combatants back. From the damaged Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann launched Super Galaxy Gurren Lagann, ready to strike. The Anti-Spiral mech launched tendrils to stop Super Galaxy Gurren Lagann, but Arc Gurren Lagann went forward from inside the great mech. More tendrils came at Arc Gurren Lagann, and it launched Gurren Lagann to continue the fight. Still more tendril's came to stop Gurren Lagann, but the might of the human race would not be stopped.
"Simon!" shouted Viral as he ripped Lagann off Gurren and threw it at the Anti-Spiral, "Go!"
The Anti-Spiral race's representation launched it's own tendrils at Lagann, tearing off it's arms and legs, but Lagann barreled forward with more drive, not stopping for anything.
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My Will is Ever Stronger
“Can we stop to see Dayakka and Kiyoh?” asked Nia as she and Simon flew across the countryside on their way back to Kamina City.
“Do you just want to see Anne again?” asked Simon.
“No,” said Nia in a dispassionate manner.
“Don’t lie to me now.”
“Simon, Nia, welcome back.”
Simon and Nia turned to see Gurren Lagann flying right next to them, followed by a squad of Graperals.
“Hi Gimmy and Darry!” said Nia, waving her hand.
“How’s Gurrren Lagann working for you two?” asked Simon.
“It’s working pretty well,” said Darry, “We still have a few things to get used to.”
“Just be sure not to screw around with the samoflange,” said Simon, “If you break it, bad things happen.”
“What’s a samoflange?” asked Gimmy.
“Just don’t touch it,” said Simon.
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My Heart Burns with Green Willpower!
"How many days has it been since Simon went missing?" said Acting Supreme Commander Rossiu as he looked down on Kamina City from his office.
"Four days," said Yoko, "No one ever said that finding him would be an easy task."
"Nevertheless, we must continue looking," said Rossiu. At that moment, a call came in through to the office.
"Rossiu, we've got an unidentified object heading for Kamina City," said Leeron.
"How large is it?" asked Rossiu.
"It's the size off Lagann!" said Leeron, "And I'm detecting Spiral Energy!"
"Simon!" shouted Rossiu, "Where is it heading?"
"If my calculations are right, it should land on top of Parliament Tower!"
"I'm heading up there right now!" said Rossiu.
"I'll get everybody up there!" said Yoko.
"We're already on our way!" shouted Leeron before cutting off the call.
"Here we are," said Simon as he and Nia flew towards their home.
"Wow," said Nia, "The Earth l
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Our Will Shall Never Die!
“I swear it, I formed a Giga Drill when my ring was running on fumes.”
“That’s odd,” said Kyle Rayner over the communications device built into the Green Lantern ring, “It shouldn’t be able to do that. Got any idea on how you pulled it off?”
“Well, it did feel like I was channeling my Spiral Energy through the ring,” said Simon, “Do you think that’s possible?”
“At this point I’d believe anything,” said Kyle, “I’ll have the tech guys look into it, if they aren’t already.”
“Simon! Your lunch is ready!”
“It smells delicious,” replied Simon, “Kyle, I’ve gotta go to my other job. Talk to you later.”
“Of course. Lantern Rayner out.”
Simon picked up his lunch, kissed his wife, and went off to work.
“Hey guys, I found something
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A Green Lantern Never Submits to Fear
"I now pronounce you man and wife," said Rossiu, closing his false holy book, "You may kiss the bride."
Simon and Nia kissed and the assembled guests responded with applause. Simon and Nia walked down the aisle, congratulations being given to them by their good friends. As the two entered the car parked outside the park where the ceremony was held, one thought crossed both their minds.
"That was the best wedding I've ever been to," said Gimmy at the reception.
"It's the only wedding you've ever been to," said Darry.
"Still, it was a beautiful ceremony," said Yoko.
"Indeed," said Rossiu, "You know, during the entire ceremony, I had a slight fear that something would happen that would end it on a depressing note, almost as if it was written by a hack who doesn't know how to end something without something bad happening that pisses people off."
There was silence for a moment.
"But what are th
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My Ring is the Ring that Outshines the Stars
Simon was greatly confused by the events that had just transpired. One moment he was squaring down against a Red Lantern, the next a green ring was talking to him and sipping onto his finger. But what was most confusing was what he was feeling right now. He felt stronger, stronger than any time before. He felt like he could go through hell and back if that's what it took to achieve his goals. He felt like he could withstand the might of the Anti-Spiral alone if that's what it took. He felt like he could take on anything.
As the green light that surrounded him faded, Simon noticed that he wasn't wearing what he was before the ring talked to him. Instead, he was wearing an outfit much like what Kyle Rayner wore, but with more green on the torso and the symbol in the center instead of off to the side. But what most confus
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Driving Will Construct! Gurren Lantern!
“Alright, let’s get an arms check,” said Kyle, “Ground units, how are you doing?”
“All rifles have been loaded with Spiral Energy bullets,” said Yoko.
“Ready to fire,” said Leeron, “I put everything I had in them.”
“Ok,” said Kyle slowly, “Mech brigade?”
“Both Gunmen and pilots are ready for battle,” replied Viral, running a hand across his mech, “You know, it’s nice to see Enkidudu again.”
“I understand the sentiment. Green Lanterns?”
“Rings charged and at the ready,” said Simon and Guy Gardner.
“Then all we’re doing is waiting for them to make their move.”
“Whatever it is, we’ll be ready,” said Simon.
For the next three hours, the entire city was on edge. All the soldiers, especiall
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My Ring is the Ring that Lights the Stars!
“JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM?”
With that exclamation, all assembled stopped for a moment to behold Gurren Lantern. The construct had the exact proportions of Gurren Lagann, and was colored in various shades of green. On the left shoulder attachment was the symbol of Team Dai-Gurren, and on the left shoulder attachment and imbedded in the circle on the mech’s forehead were the Green Lantern symbol. Finally, after a few moments, Parallax-Zetsubo spoke.
“I think you are a fool. And soon you will be defeated.”
“I’d like to see you try,” replied Simon.
Immediately, Gurren Lantern and Parallax-Zetsubo began to duke it out, trading blows with equal speed and power. After some time of watching, Viral, within Enkidudu, and Yoko rose to the top of a tall building.
“Our Green Lantern is fighting with all his strength and will!”
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Our Will Shall Match It
Simon paced around his yard, trying to add together the actions of the Anti-Spiral Corpsmen. He understood that they wanted to kill all the humans, and that Nia’s life with humans provided information for them as to how humans live and fight, but what he didn’t get was why they needed the metals he mined.
“I’d help if I knew what the metals could do,” said Simon to himself, “All this waiting’s got me uneasy.”
Then, at the corner of his eye, he saw a green streak. Simon turned to see Kyle Rayner landing right in front of him.
“Hey Simon, how goes it?”
“Kyle! What are you doing here?”
“I’ve got a report from the lab guys about Spiral Energy,” said Kyle, pulling up the report with his ring, “It seems that the green light has a few different shades to it.”
“Wow,” said Simon, “I never would have
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'Yes, yes, I'm well aware, that I promised...,'
Tony got cut short by a very upset tirade of insults against his person and he waited for the short moment it would stop.
'Pepper, I'm very close, you know? I just need a couple more days. I'll see you next week in London, I promise.'
The content of the insults turned obviously offensive and Tony took some distance from the cell.
'You know, I love you,' he seized the next moment of silence. But the line was already dead.
Tony put the cell aside and couldn't help but suspiciously watch it a few seconds longer, as if it might explode any moment.
Tony let out an irritated sigh and mechanically scratched over his chest, before he noticed what he was doing and stopped. He knew he shouldn't fiddle with it, but the scars around the arc reactor were still itching from time to time.
He took a deep breath, straightened in his chair and leant over the workstation again.
'Ok, where were we?'
He pointed the laser at the zoomed-in 3D hologram
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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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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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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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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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'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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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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Defeated. But not broken.
Enraged. But in chains.
Asgard grew right in front of them, peeled out of the nothingness while Thor led Loki back home to be on trial and judged for his crimes.
But Thor didn't know what was to come. And so it hit him without warning when the Tesseract suddenly exploded in a blinding light, throwing him back and crushing him to the ground. The light was accompanied by a screeching sound that grew in intensity to the point of physical pain.
Then silence, darkness.
Along with two dozen grim Jötuns surrounding them.
Half of the Frost Giants instantly took care of the still stunned Thor, dragged him away from Mjölnir and held him down with combined forces.
While keeping a close eye on Thor, Loki held out his arms, impatiently waiting for the shackles to be removed. Finally freed, he allowed himself a moment to rub the pain out of his wrists, then took off the gag enclosing his jaw.
Thor's staring eyes were like fire. Rage, disbelief, humiliation and pai
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Exhaustion, Oh my limbs, my body whole.
What they feel that my heart does not.
I just wish to return to my place of slumber,
where what is dreamt came make me regret.
The cold sweat is the moment I awaken...
Knowing nothing, and remembering little.
Hunger, my belly for fulfillment so sweet...
The theory behind so many burdens,
the many weights on these weary shoulders,
That I have ever called my own.
And now my knees are my feet,
covered with the hoof prints of a dead horse.
Tell me God, the Creator in a Kingdom his own...
Tell me of my purpose in the method you wish...
Tell me once more if not a million times...
As for this all, the new and unwanted-
I have no push left in me...For this---
I feel nothing...
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Bound and left for the beasts,
what awaits is no end
No shade finds my flesh,
and the catching fibers
are slowly burnt to a crisp
And such a darkness,
the vision of my eyes,
Whatever lies ahead
The rotting time,
The old home of my mind...
the dust and asbestos
what fragments remain.
left for my demons-
I'm simply waiting for time
to drag me away and down,
for the rotting feast...
to begin waiting
for this life
to fade away
with every bite.
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Stained, my face with sorrow,
wash it clean with a kiss on the morrow.
Embrace me not from afar,
And allow my soul to shine brighter than any star.
I swear to you that we are only stronger,
and hand in hand, we'll last through eternity and longer.
We fear the same occurences do we not my dear?
I dread the end of this blessing, but the future is unclear.
My darling, you need not worry of my intentions...
It is only the expected obstacles that bring tensions.
Wipe the worrisome tears from those beautiful eyes,
for it will never be our devoted passion that dies.
Calm your caring heart, as I am here to stay.
And away from my vows to you, I shall never stray.
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Unhinged, the floodgates collapse
The waters weighed so heavily on them that in the dark of night
do they unwillingly liberate the transparent stillborn
unto the dry soil once adjacent to the gates.
Two clocks tick, their gears turning at the uneven tempo
Unwound, rusting to a screeching halt on the command of the flood.
Time stops at the hinder, And neutrality dies on impact.
What a sight as I close my eyes,
Late at night when energy dies.
Taken to flight my psyche then flies.
Do as one might, the cold sweat brings about my cries.
Fighting my fight, in where my imagination lies
The withered flowers ashen and in bloom
Be my soul to cower, from the ever impending doom.
Two clocks tick, one my own and the other my fate.
The flood arrives to consume
and to the end does the time die and go black...
Open my eyes to the dark if night
An abyss before me to lay back down...
down where the floodgates come unhinged
and my imagination lies.
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Watching, my eyes saw the swaying limbs
thin and starved by winter winds...
Dancing, like moving cracks on the window,
Through which I did stare.
Imagine, the image so morbid above as I gazed.
unnerving to the anchoring blood,
drying up within the veins of my limbs,
much like the branches that sliced the air...
The roots dug deep into my back,
and the anchored blood began to freeze...
My vessels, destroyed by glaciers,
of icy blood, that once flowed.
The travesty, of the bullet plunged into my heart,
whose beat slows, and withers and fades.
Too and so soon, the loss of my life...
Now I play the game of patience...
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I left my soul back home,
all the way back and on its own...
I left my soul back home,
Leaving my heart as cold as stone.
Here stands my being,
damn near without emotion,
In spite of what I've been seeing,
Am without a decent devotion...
Tears fall from the cracks in that accursed sky,
A rain fallen from ducts on high.
I take the pain unnaturally, by and by.
I recall the moments that had my tongue in a tie,
and still does my beating heart seem to live a lie,
and then I see nothing but stars in that accursed sky.
I can't help but wonder,
if I am acknowledged when I pray,
When I have, this heart beats like thunder,
Yet still does my faith keep my questions at bay.
I can feel the memories burning through,
searing out, the pitiful thoughts to ensue,
the ravaging fear, and sudden fits I never knew.
But my mind is but a prison that reminders bring me to.
Languid I am,
the man of few words here and now...
Still in love, and to my shepard a lamb...
yet still a shell of myself, as th
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The era is now passed through which I lived and favored,
and my patience then packs its bags for hiatus,
with which to remind me that perhaps
brighter days lie in sunny hammocks ahead.
Here and alas lays the road to that sunny setting,
upon which I walk and tread the changing tide.
The next item on the list of Fates agenda and her passionate affair with time...
the seconds will carry on like the beats of my undying heart.
The fire that burns in my eyes, through which I see is only assuaged
by the tears they produce...
the tears I produce in my longing for some peace of some sort.
Yet those tears shall only accompany the sweat of my efforts.
Once upon a time, in the dream come true through which I slept,
did a fairy tale once exist…
that tale of my tale through endless times of a dream come true
and gone by in the era that I once lived and favored.
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My endless imperfections
shout to the very core of my soul,
Beating away at my humility,
To bare reminder
that I do not deserve you
in the slightest...
Grace is your very essence,
as you embody that which is perfection.
Whereas my rush
to find the flaws of my name,
You tell it tales true,
of the feelings you hold.
Abnormal is my persona,
and infinite apologies are due,
Many thanks, just as much,
are in order...
To God, to you....
Beauty be what has enraptured my heart
for the eternal hour at hand,
You and only you are the whom
that I most desire,But never deserve.
Draco the IncompetentPairing: Harry Potter/Draco MalfoyDraco the Incompetent in Romance More Like This
Rating: a mild T
If the story seems familiar, it's because it has been made into a comic-- info below.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I just play around in it for fun
"Don't be silly, Draco. No one is staring at you. Come along."
Pansy was just flat-out lying to him. As he followed her into the clerical department of the Ministry, absolutely everyone stared at Draco. Several middle-age ladies exchanged significant looks. As he passed them, he could hear them whisper: "A pity, isn't it? Such a promising young man. Did 'outstanding' in most of his OWLs. Something terrible happened to him in the war, though. A shame, such a handsome boy unmarriageable."
Pansy led him through the desks and to a small office. A sixtyish woman looked up from her work. "Ah, here he is, our new errand boy. How are you today, Draco?" she said in the sort of voice one used for dogs and small childr
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Rating: A very mild T
I'm leaving. It's time for this to be over. I will be long gone when you read this.
You're like a whirlwind; you leave destruction and chaos in your wake. And you just go on hurting me. But you are so breath-taking, so beautiful that I can't help but love you. I can't believe it's real, the way you make me feel. The nights are good. Beyond good. I can lay all my troubles down when I lay with you. But every day, I end up begging for the least amount of consideration, and it's breaking my heart. I have to take care of myself. I'm sure you understand.
Before the ink dried, Draco crumpled the parchment up, then incinerated it with a wave of his wand. Moments later, the door opened. Harry looked briefly surprised to see Draco still there; he most likely expected the other man to leave after the lamp-throwing, Quidditch trophy smashing fight that they'd had that morning. Draco stood in the living room uncertainly, twisti
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"I want to go by myself," Draco announced to his parents. It was his eleventh birthday, which was a very important day. He had gotten his letter from Hogwarts at breakfast, which, even though it was expected, had made him deliriously happy. Now all three Malfoys were headed to Diagon Alley, for ice cream at Fortescue's and to pick out an owl to send to Hogwarts with Draco. Lucius and Narcissa were just about to step into the drawing room fireplace when Draco got up on his tiptoes and grabbed his own handful of Floo powder.
"I suppose," his mother said. "Don't forget to speak very clearly, dear."
"I know, I know," he replied impatiently as he stepped in, carefully avoiding the andirons. "Diago-CHOO!" He was surprised by an explosive sneeze just as he threw the powder at his feet.
Dozens of rooms flashed by rapidly. Draco's trip through the Floo network ended with him
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Disclaimer: The Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, and I do this just for fun.
(Prompt: Draco sees Harry giving Ginny a ring)
Draco walked jauntily down the street, his shopping basket swinging on his arm. He had all the makings for a perfect romantic dinner: oysters, champagne, and strawberries with chocolate for dipping. Draco and Harry had been dating for a couple of months now, and yesterday Harry had proposed becoming a couple. Draco, helpless before the Chosen One's good looks, had readily agreed. Harry was coming over to Draco's place tonight, and Draco was sure that Harry'd be spending the night. Draco started feeling warm all over as he imagined what else they could do with the chocolate besides dunk strawberries in it.
His eye was caught by a glimpse of Harry through the window of a fancy restaurant. Harry was sitting across from Ginny Weasley, she of the copper hair. Harry pulled a little black box out of his suit jacket and held it toward her, flipping
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Rating: PG for mild suggestiveness and language
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I make no money from this
Harry pursued the dark wizard known as Greasy Pete down Diagon Alley and into Gringotts, not able to use any spells to bring him down because of the throngs of back-to-school shoppers. A stunning spell strong enough to knock down a full-grown man could seriously harm a child if it went astray. Once inside the bank, the fugitive leapt over a counter. A startled elderly witch had her wand out, and when she saw Harry come running in her direction, she hit him with a Confundus. By the time his mind cleared, Harry's wand was gone, and he'd been bound by an Incarcerous. The fugitive had his wand pressed to Harry's neck. "Come any closer, and the famous Harry Potter is dead!" the man shouted, stopping two other Aurors in their tracks.
Greasy Pete dragged Harry backwards. It was quite awkward,
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FLUFF WARNING--the only way this could possibly be any fluffier is if Harry and Draco grew bunny ears and tails and went for a ride on a unicorn.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I just play around in it for fun.
The note said, 'Your great ugly brute of a dog got my precious Princess in a family way. YOU can take care of the results.' It was attached to a wooden crate with a blanket in it; the blanket wriggled, and small, high-pitched grunts could be heard. Harry lifted the blue flannel to find six squirming pups.
"Dumbledore thinks if the two of yeh work tergether ter save these poor wee abandoned babies, ye'll learn how ter get along," Hagrid said.
"But--but--but I have the Tournament!" Harry protested.
"Yeh've got plenty o' time till the next challenge, Harry."
Malfoy picked up a brindled puppy by its scruff, dangling it in the air. "Merlin. That's the ugliest creature I've seen in
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Disclaimer: The Harry Potter uinverse belongs to JK Rowling, and I just play around in it for fun.
[I fudged the CoS timeline just a teeny bit. Artistic license]
The drawing room was lovely. The illusion of falling snow was so realistic that the candlelight made the snowflakes sparkle. Unmelting icicles hung from the mantle of the fireplace. The Christmas tree was eighteen feet high, and fairies sat in its boughs, twinkling and preening whenever a human looked their way. The figures in the nativity scene that was displayed on a sidetable actually moved; Mary took her baby from the manger and showed him to the three Magi, who knelt down in homage.
The long table was covered by a white linen cloth embroidered in gold. Fat red candles had holly wound about their bases. Three people sat at one end of the table, silently eating their Christmas feast of roast goose with chestnut stuffing, Brussels sprouts, and roast potatoes. The soun
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Draco could not believe this was happening to him.
"Pansy, you stupid bint!" he hissed. "Get away from me, you treacherous woman!"
Pansy pouted, not looking at all repentant. "Come on, Draco!" She whined, scowling at his unwillingness to cooperate with her scheme. "Just kiss me already and be over with it!"
The nerve of her.
"I'm not kissing you!" he snarled, trying unsuccessfully to back away from her. "You're the one who put me here in the first place!"
"But Draco!" she insisted, drawing closer. "You know it's just an excuse. I know you've been wanting to kiss me for ages now! I've seen you looking, you know. At the table at breakfast, lunch, dinner..."
She was seriously the most idiotic person in the world. She'd shoved him under this charmed mistletoe in the Great Hall at dinner and expected him to kiss her! People had figured out what was going on and were craning their heads to get in a good look. She was causing a spectacle, one t
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The next day, Harry was walking to Potions when he saw Malfoy walking ahead of him, by himself. Perfect. He looked in his bag and picked out a paper blossom from the multitude he'd filled the inside with. He had spent the entire night previous going through the book and picking out things that made him think of Malfoy. He was prepared for however often he ran into the Slytherin, for at least a day.
He sped up his steps and just as he was passing Malfoy, spun on his heel, into the other boy's path. Malfoy drew up short, and it looked very much like he had no idea what to expect. Harry smiled widely at him and presented Malfoy with his latest creation. It was a hibiscus flower, one that meant "delicate beauty". Malfoy probably wouldn't like being called "delicate", but he didn't care. To him, Malfoy's stunning features were delicate, like spun-sugar crystals on cakes, or frosted edging on cold glass.
Malfoy looked to be stunned speechless. This flo
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Harry sat in one of Dumbledore's chairs munching on a biscuit, waiting for Hermione to finish explaining the functions of Fred and George's mints. In typical Hermione fashion, she hadn't simply told Dumbledore her conclusion, she first had to take him through every single step of how her suspicions had been raised, theories tested and conclusions reached based on her previous week's worth of experiments. She had charts.
Harry sat back and let her lecture roll over him, occasionally eating a biscuit or lemon drop. Dumbledore was also sitting back and waiting for her to finish with the slight difference being that he was actually listening.
"Excellent, Miss Granger. How extraordinary. I must speak with the Weasley twins immediately, as well as the rest of the Order. I'll be certain that you, Harry and Ron attend in order to give everyone a thorough briefing of the effects."
Harry bit back a groan. As much as he wanted to be included in Order meetings
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To Harry's horror, Malfoy spent the rest of the day meticulously cataloguing who turned what colour on a piece of parchment. He managed to catch a glimpse of it over lunchtime, while Malfoy sat in the Great Hall with his friends, furiously scribbling, and glancing around once in a while to take another look. He caught Harry watching him, and smirked at him. Harry's cheeks flared with heat and he quickly ducked back out of the Hall before Malfoy could figure out what was going on.
As for himself, there was an alarming amount of purple directed his way, and it was no wonder it had taken so long to pick Malfoy out of the vast multitude. In fact, Malfoy wasn't even the only Slytherin to be purple, although all of Malfoy's yearmates were red.
Sometime in the afternoon, the mint glow faded, and he heaved a sigh of relief.
"Hey, did yours fade already?" Ron asked over dinner.
"Yeah, mate, it did. Do you think they really work?" Harry asked, still worri
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Malfoy was really beginning to alarm Harry.
He was following Harry around the castle, just far enough back that whenever Harry tried to turn around to catch him, he'd slip away before Harry could get to him. Harry had no idea what had brought this on, only that it was rather worrying. Had Malfoy figured out what the Mood Mints did, or was he still trying to puzzle it out?
It's not as if he could just ask the prat.
Even Ron and Hermione had noticed.
"I'll go push his head in," Ron offered, scowling in the direction of blond hair.
"No, Ron, don't," Hermione scolded him. "We need to find out what he's up to, and the best way is to keep letting Malfoy follow Harry around."
"What?" Harry yelped. "Why would we do that? What if he's plotting my demise at this very moment? I'd like it if I could just relax for a moment without worrying that he was sneaking up behind me."
"Well, what we could do is wait until Malfoy is following Harry and then me and you c
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"What are you staring at, Potter?" Malfoy snarled, the corner of his mouth curling up in derision.
Harry could only stare in mute fascination at the light violet glow surrounding his arch nemesis, shocked into utter silence.
Malfoy sneered at him and tried again, "I see your brain's gone the way of Longbottom's. Just wait, next your bank account will go the way of Weasley's."
Harry knew that Malfoy was insulting him and that he should do something about it, such as hex Malfoy's mouth shut. But he was entirely beyond anything but confused horror. No matter what expression or gesture Malfoy made, the purple corona wouldn't budge.
"Did you hear me, Potter?" Malfoy waved a hand in front of his face. "Your face reminds me of the back end of a hippogriff."
Obviously it didn't, if the purple glow could be believed. Which Harry wasn't entirely sure it could be, and he was going to find out immediately. Without another word, he turned and walked awa