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"I hear Pripyat is pleasant this time of year."
Sniper stood watch, just outside the old travel agency building. Aside from somehow withstanding the rest of the block collapsing around it, the shop was impressive for having reasonably preserved brochures. Captain and Pilot would often amuse themselves by planning trips to countries that no longer existed, and Engineer would gather what they discarded for kindling. Whenever Sniper grew sufficiently bored, he'd call out with something he thought was witty.
It was a bit like that, being on watch; you'd either say something funny and die knowing your sense of humour was too good for this world, or you'd say nothing and die without validating your ego.
"Actually," Engineer spoke up from the Visit Asia section, a finger tracing over dusty advertisements as he moved along the aisle, "One of the last GOOD directorate broadcasts sent out was a list of anomalies brought on by the apocalypse, and apparently Chernobyl became the least radiated pla
ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
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Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...
But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?
I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 11865 Opera PopulaireThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 1 in General Fiction More Like This
The Opera Populaire was a large, thriving Opera House fulled with the most talented artist in all of Nightopia. It was a large theater with red velvety chairs and gold statues all around the room. The ceiling was very high above the floor, and in the middle of it was a huge crystal chandelier. Everyone was franticly getting ready for tonight's show. Back stage, all the stage crew members were making final adjustments to pros, costumes and backdrops, while the dancers stretched and started to practice. On stage was the Opera House prima dona: Claris Sinclair. She was running through a song from the production 'Hannibal' when-
"Attention ladies and gentlemen!" an old owl shouted at everyone, interrupting their work. "I know there have been rumors of my retirement floating around, and now I am here today to tell you that these are all true."
"WOOHOO!" everyone shouted, happy they will no longer be working for him. Owl was fuming at everyone's reaction so started to sc
Starlight's Story Chapter 1'Where am I? Who am I?' The tiny little girl wonders, then a faint voice answers, 'Starlight' 'Starlight, that's my name isn't it?' The girl slowly opens her eyes, and covers her eyes from the light that blinds her. She slowly starts to get up and look around her. There are luscious green trees everywhere full of strange fruits, and bushes full of blue, purple, red, and yellow flowers. She looks up at the blue sky with few clouds drifting by. 'Where am I?' She then hears a water rushing and splashing and starts to walk to where the sound is coming from. As she gets closer, she starts to hear what sounds like laughter. She parts some bushes in front of her and she is surprised at what she sees.Starlight's Story Chapter 1 in General Fiction More Like This
A big river with crystal clear water and in the river strange creatures are playing in the water. They have cone shape heads and halos on top, big eyes, small hands, light purple wings, and pointy ears. They wear a light purple vest with orange sleeves and red cuffs and a whi
Request: SolluxXKarkatKnock. Knock. KnockRequest: SolluxXKarkat in Humor More Like This
"Yo Karkat you home?" Sollux called from outside of Karkat's home.
It was a boring day for Sollux and he thought he stop by Karkat's house. He was wearing his regular clothes with his three-D-glasses.
"I'm coming." Someone shouted on the other side.
The door open and Karkat pop his head out from behind. "Sollux nice to see you again. What brings you here?" Karkat open the door more and step outside.
Karkat was wearing his regular black jeans with his gray t-shirt with his sign on it.
Sollux shrugged, "Just got bored and thought I stop by."
"Well why don't you come in?" Karkat smiled and step aside to let Sollux in.
"Sure, why not." Sollux walked into the house and Karkat close the door behind him.
"I'll go make some coffee. Make yourself at home." Kartkat said before going into the kitchen.
Sollux pulled himself out a chair next to the table and sat down. Karkat house was pretty normal. A few nick-knacks and crime novels, but nothing out of the ordinary. Sol
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 6Opera Populaire that Night: Showtime for II MutoThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 6 in General Fiction More Like This
That night was opening night for the Opera Populaire's new production of II Muto, and everything was set up and ready for the show. Ignoring the 'Nightmaren Ghost's' threats, Jackle and Chamelan gave Clairs the lead role as Countess, Helen the silent role of the Page Boy, and they did not leave Box 5 open, so they were in for it!
Clairs stepped out on stage wearing a very puffy pink dress that made her hips look the size of a hippo. She was also wearing clown looking makeup, and a really tall white wig that was probably as tall as her body.
Helen walked alongside Clairs on stage wearing a long white maid's outfit, and her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Hidden underneath the maid's dress, was a white men's dress shirt, with light blue tights, and tall black boots. The outfit made Helen look like a man because in the Opera, a man (the pageboy) is secretly the Countess' lover, so in order for him to stay undercover, he disguised himself as
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 10Helen's Bedroom next morningThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 10 in General Fiction More Like This
The next morning, Helen woke up right as the sun rose over the horizon. She looked to her right, smiling to see her love, NiGHTS, still asleep in the chair next to her. Getting out of bed she went and put on a long, flowing black dress, with a long black cape to go over it. On the table next to her bed was a vase with 5 roses tied together in a black ribbon. Helen grabbed them from out of the vase and headed for the door, but then she saw NiGHTS again, and she couldn't resist. Helen quickly and quietly kissed NiGHTS's forehead without waking him up, and then left the room, headed for her carriage.
As she walked out of the Opera House's entrance, she saw her carriage driver standing around in the falling snow, looking for someone who needs to go somewhere. As Helen approached him he smiled, and bowed to her.
"Good morning Miss Cartwright! Where would you like to go?" he asked excitedly.
"Could you please take me to the cemetery?" Helen asked quiet, and somew
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 8Opera Populaire ( about a week after II Muto )The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 8 in General Fiction More Like This
As the winter holidays passed, all of the cast members were gain time off until the annual Masquerade Ball that took place at the Opera Populaire every year on New Year's Eve to celebrate prosperous year, and prepare for the upcoming year. As tradition, everyone would sing and dance to the song "Masquerade" at the ball. Everybody had an assigned part to sing, because they had rehearsed this before the holidays, so were about to show the public what they learned. Anyone who was involved in the song/dance put their masks on as the maestro tapped his wooden stick on the podium, signaling the symphony to get ready. Suddenly people started to dance to the beginning music, and sing:
Paper faces on parade.
Hide your face, so the world will never find you!
Every face a different shade.
Look around -
mask behind you!
Flash of mauve.
Splash of puce.
Fool and king.
Ghoul and goose.
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 14Phantom's Trap DoorThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 14 in General Fiction More Like This
NiGHTS plummeted down for about 2 seconds until he splashed down into a pool of water. Just as he hit the water, he realized that he had fallen into a giant cage that quickly began to sink further and further underwater.
NiGHTS tried to find a way out of the cage before it lowered all the way into the water; drowning him, for he forgot his mask that turns him into a dolphin. Holding his breath, he stuck his head under the water looking around for something; anything that would stop the cage from lowering. Suddenly, something shiny caught his eye: a lever. Getting one last breath before the cage was engulfed completely in water; NiGHTS was able to guide himself through the water, swimming to the switch frantically.
With adenaline rushing through his veins, he grabbed the lever and pulled for dear life. NiGHTS started to run out of breath, causing himself to pull harder. He knew he only had about 5 seconds of life left, unless he could get the switch to move. NiGHTS p
Request for Colanemo"How could he?" cried Noelle, "How could he?" She cried louder.Request for Colanemo in Romance More Like This
She slid her back against the wall and hold her knees tightly crying into them and ruining her school uniform. She had just witness her boyfriend kissing Hannah behind the school gym. They had been dating for six months and today was there anniversary. Her heart broke in two at the sight of it and ran away not wanting to believe it. It was raining like heck after school.
Noelle school uniform was a brown t-shirt with blue strips at the sleeve and a blue and white bow. She wore a brown skirt that stop above her knees with a blue strip at the bottom, white high knee sockets with red strip up top, and brown buckled shoes. She was drench from the rain.
On top of her head was a pink butterfly hair clip her boyfriend gave her. She snatch the butterfly clip out of her hair and looked down at it in her hands. The tears keep coming as she remember the time he gave it to her on there first date. She clasped her fingers around it and
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 2Opera Populaire: ShowtimeThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 2 in General Fiction More Like This
Later that night Helen's big debut, and she really stunned the audience! She looked gorgeous in a long red dress that showed off her curves and diamond barrettes in the shape of flowers clipped in her long blond hair. Not only that, but her voice was a sweet sounding Soprano pitch that could project all around the Opera House. She sang:
Think of me
Think of me fondly, when
We've said goodbye
Once in a while,
Please promise me you'll try
When you find,
That once again you long
To take your heart back,
And be free
If you ever find a moment,
Spare a thought for me
We never said
Our love was evergreen
Or as unchanging as the sea...
But if you can still remember,
Stop and think of me
Think of all the things
We've shared and seen,
Don't think about the things
Which might have been
Think of me
Think of me waking, silent
Imagine me, trying too hard to
Put you from my mind...
Recall those days,
Look back on all those times,
Think of the thin
Starlight's Story Chapter 6Starlight is sitting on a flat rock in Mystic Forest just singing. It is day time there and the sun shines very bright through the leafs. The sun makes her feel all nice and warm, the breeze light almost non existent, the sounds of nightopians giggling and laughing distantly, melt away all of Starlight's trouble. She doesn't sing any real words just random things. She just let's herself sing and let all her worries fade away.Starlight's Story Chapter 6 in General Fiction More Like This
She hears music playing and opens one eye slightly to see in the distances a nightopian playing with an xylophone. Then she wonders if she can play one. She's seen NiGHTS play his invisible flute many times and the nightopians just make them out of thin air.
She brings her hands to her lips, curls them so and blows. No sound. Well it's not the flute. She thinks and then grips her hands like she is holding something and makes swift and hard movements in the air but no sound. Not the drums or xylophone. She thinks again. She tries many different instru
You belong with me- Chap. 21 The girl looked down and couldn't help shuddering: she didn't like heights. That was exactly the reason she had chosen the Astronomy Tower; she knew that none of her friends would look for her there. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate their support and company, but she didn't want to talk about her father. It hurt too much, knowing that she was going to lose him and being unable of doing anything to help him. She closed her eyes, placing her cheek on the cold stone and letting out a lonely sob. She didn't know for how long she had been there, she had lost all sense of tiem; maybe an hour, two, three. Who cared? She carried on unperturbed when she heard the steps, and the door opening; she was too absorbed in her thoughts to let those noises seep through her consciousness. After a while the steps started again, but walking towards her, and this time the girl did notice them, though she didn't show any sign of doing so. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure standinYou belong with me- Chap. 21 in Romance More Like This
You belong with me - Chap. 29Despite the heavy velvet curtains were drawn back, lugubrious darkness filled the spacious room, giving the environment a melancholic feel that the soft notes emitted by the guitar contributed to generate. The one playing it was the thoughtful figure sprawled next to the tall window.You belong with me - Chap. 29 in Romance More Like This
He stopped for a second and took a long drag of the cigarette he was holding, shaking his head to take the silky hair out of his attractive face. Some muffled screams were heard some floors downstairs and the boy, leaving the cigarette in his mouth, strummed the strings again to avoid listening to them. Besides, music helped him relax.
He had gotten that old guitar just to annoy his mother, whom he had heard complain repeatedly about those 'filthy muggle instruments', but he had ended up liking it, even if no one knew about his hidden hobby. Smoking was another of his little signs of rebellion; he knew how much they hated it when the whole house reeked to cigarette. Besides, Kreacher had extra w
You belong with me - Chap. 28Lily went out of the bathroom, pulling up her red, shining hair. The ponytail softly brushed the base of her neck, a sensation that still felt odd to her, despite she had worn it shorter for quite a while now. It would eventually grow back, she told herself, toying with the tips of her locks with a bit of nostalgia.You belong with me - Chap. 28 in Romance More Like This
"Oh, come on, Bree. Don't be naïve. The Ministry is just as frightened as we are."
They were still talking about the same topic they did when the redhead had got into the shower: the blood cleaning movement that became more dangerous and important every day. The whole wizarding community was terrified and worried; many of them had never imagined that that extremist group party would acquire so much power.
"It's a war; we can't lie to ourselves anymore. It begun some years ago already, and who knows how long it'll last. " Sam said, and Lily shuddered.
Desapearanced, deaths, chaos, torture. No one knew who supported that wizard that called himself Lord Voldemort, and who didn
You belong with me - Chap. 26 Even if he wasn't in a hurry, Sirius went down the stairs two steps at a time, as it was usual in him. No one who observed that carefree and (to be honest) arrogant boy could imagine all he had been through, and all he had still to go through at his parents' house. You saw him passing by and you could admire his looks, envy his intelligence, hate his arrogance or laugh at his personality; but not a single person (except for his friends) advanced deep enough into his grey eyes and soul to see that actually, his life wasn't that happy. The disowned Black, the boy without a family because he had rebelled against something that was wrong.You belong with me - Chap. 26 in Romance More Like This
The dark-haired boy spotted a curly mane peeping out the sofa and he smiled without even noticing, approaching to her and covering her eyes with his hands. The girl placed her own tiny hand on his and smiled.
"Hi, Sirius." The boy uncovered her eyes and went round the sofa, flopping down next to
You belong with me - Chap. 35---You belong with me - Chap. 35 in Romance More Like This
December's glacial weather made no one wait, and the students swarmed around the Castle, wrapped in wool hats, gloves and scarves, their noses red and their breaths shaped as white trails of fog. The grounds offered a splendid view, with the frozen lake and the grass covered by a thick and spotless layer of snow; apart from being a source of enjoyment for those bold enough to leave the shelter of the school's walls to embark in snowball wars or ice-skating races on the freezing lake.
For the older students, however, December implied a great deal of study and infinite homework, especially for those in fifth or seventh, although the sixth-years didn't stay behind; Christmas holidays, so expected by all of them, would be a good break from the stress provoked by the prospect of the exams.
"I'll never be able to learn this." Peter was saying, desperate, his head buried into a thick Transfiguration book. Lily, sitting right in front of him, looked up and smiled sweetly.
"You still have t
You belong with me - Chap. 42SEVENTH YEARYou belong with me - Chap. 42 in Romance More Like This
Going back to Hogwarts had always felt like going back home, but Lily didn't remember to have ever wished to go back as badly as that year. The sound of the trunk's rollers accompanied the one of her anxious steps, which quickly led her across the station despite it was still early. The slight, inexplicable ghost of a smile flickered across her lips, responding to whatever her mind was thinking as she walked through King's Cross. As she approached the platform 9 ¾, her heart beat faster and faster, and even though she pretended she didn't know the reason, deep inside she knew what was that impatient joy all about.
After going through the magical barrier, she casted her green eyes over the platform, but among the faces of students and relatives – some familiar, and some others not – she couldn't find her friends'.
She glanced at her wrist-watch again: still early. She tried to calm her anxiousness, walking slower towards the train, dragging
You belong with me - Chap. 27And just like Christmas had come and gone, next year arrived and the first month went away so quickly that anyone noticed, and then another one, and then the next. While for the younger students April started as a quiet month, for the seventh and fifth years, the mere course of the time was stressing; each day that went by exams were closer, and the teachers reminded them about it with piles and piles of homework. But once again, Easter Holidays were coming, and with them, an excuse to get away from their worries.You belong with me - Chap. 27 in Romance More Like This
"Seems like this year I'll be spending Easter at home," Lily commented looking at the parchment, puting her books in her rucksack and placing it on her shoulder, tottering a bit as she did so. Remus delicately took it, putting it on his back effortlessly.
"I'm going home too," he said, leaving next to her the classroom where they had met the Head Boy and Girl to arrange their last patrols before the holidays. "I'd stay but I think it'd be good for my mum to see me." He
Interviews: Lily Evans1)What gender are you?Interviews: Lily Evans in General Fiction More Like This
I'm a girl
2) What is your age?
3) Are you human?
4) Do you have any bad habits?
I don't think I do
^Eating chocolate the way you do it is considered a bad habit, sweetheart^
Oh, please, don't start, Eli. I didn't mess with any of your interviews.
5) What is your favorite food?
I can eat anything. Seriously, anything.
-Sometimes I worry about your health, Lils, darling -
I knew if I was the last one I'd have to stand all of your nonsense I worry about your mental health, Becca, but I did not interrumpt your interview.
'I don't mind if you eat a lot.'
Shut it, Potter. And leave.
6) What is your favorite ice-cream flavor?
Chocolate, of course.
7) Are you a virgin?
Ok, please don't start with these questions; Sam has already warned me about this whole thing. I'm a really nice person, but I', not that patient. So don't push it.
'Wait, I was interested in t
You belong with me - Chap. 41The voices woke her up; a soft, unintelligible whisper that penetrated her conscience, making way through her dreams. It took her some minutes to realize she wasn't asleep anymore, and as she woke up, the sounds around her became more and more clear, and she could distinguish the voices of Sirius, Sam, Peter and Eli chatting cheerfully a few feet away, though not too loudly, probably to avoid waking everybody up. It took her a few more seconds to remember where they were, but she didn't open her eyes nor she moved; she just laid there observing the back of her eyelids, gathering energies to get up.You belong with me - Chap. 41 in Romance More Like This
Then (when her body was still in the process of deciding if she would get up or not), she felt something warm under her hand. It had been there since the moment she woke up, but she had only been aware of it then. She slightly moved her fingers, almost involuntarily, and her heart skipped a bit when she realized James and her had slept holding hands.
But it felt nice.
She wasn't sure how to
You belong with me - Chap. 30SIXTH YEARYou belong with me - Chap. 30 in Romance More Like This
"Late again?" Sam snorted with resignation when two dark-haired heads, and a sandy-haired one popped inside the compartment with rehearsed angelic smiles.
"Seems like you already know us quite well," Potter said innocently, widening his white smile even more.
"We're afraid our admirors (who had offered us a place on their compartment) could kidnap us." Sirius added, and his friend slapped him in the nape. Sam rolled her eyes and Becca looked at him with disdain.
"Shut it, Padfoot; you're not helping," Pettigrew told him off in a low voice, making Bree and Rebecca laugh.
"Can we stay?"James requested, pulling his best puppy eyes.
"Please?" Peter added,
"Pretty please?" Sirius said childishly, and even Becca laughed, and said:
"Whatever, stay. Black bothers me with his mere existence, but there isn't much I can do about it." Sirius threw her an irritated look, and sat quite offended next to Bree, kissing his friend on the cheek, who inevitably blushed, though it
Aithusa Makes It Happen - Part 2/3Aithusa Makes It Happen - Part 2/3 in Romance More Like This
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
Conversations with a dragon - 2/2Conversations with a dragon - 2/2 in Humor More Like This
Merlin/Arthur pre-slash. Follows Coversations with a dragon 1: On princes, destinies and idiots. Originally uploaded at www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net. Time for more silliness and some oblivious/innocent!Merlin and smug!SlashDragon (and obvious!Arthur somewhere in the background). Warnings: unbetaed, slash, AU. Some spoilers/references to season 1, episode 11 (I think it's that ep, anyway). See description below for full info and link to part one.
Conversations with a dragon:
On warlocks, destinies and prats
"I think Arthur's been enchanted."
Large yellow eyes regarded him closely. "And what makes you believe that?"
"Well," Merlin said, gesturing with his free hand, "he's been acting odd like he's been hit on his head; he's too nice. I took him to the physician to be examined but he's got no head injury, and Gaius says he's not ill either; he's got no fever or anything. He has defied his father more than twice in two days to spend time with me (
A Prince's best friend - 8A Prince's best friend - 8 in Romance More Like This
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
Trust - Part 1/3Trust - Part 1/3 in Drama More Like This
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
A Prince's best friend - 1A Prince's best friend - 1 in Romance More Like This
Category: Merlin BBC
Pairing(s): will be Merlin/Arthur, possible allusions to Merlin/knight(s)
Genre(s): humour, romance
Warnings: slash (male/male) and pre-slash
Summary: "It started when Merlin turned himself into a kitten (an accident, he swears!) and went downhill from there, especially as Arthur has to weedle him from gushing kitchen maids, plotting knights and a cunning Morgana AND keep this a secret from his father. Merlin really was an idiot who let himself get turned into a bloody cat."
Originally posted at FF.net under the same penname and title, work in progress.
Set before season 2, after season 1, with a good Morgana. I miss her. I also disregard whatever Gwen/Arthur romantic advances that's been going on, sorry if you're fans of that pairing.
A prince's best friend
Chapter one: In which Merlin has an accident (...no, not that kind of accident!)
Large blue eyes, uncanny on that face too intelligent and sharp and steady stared u
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Author's note: Originally uploaded at www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net. Pre-slash, Merlin/Arthur. AU, assuming that Arthur knows about the dragon and has gone down to visit it in the past. And pure silliness and slashy goodness because TSD (the slash dragon) ships Merthur and I couldn't resist. That's my only excuse, really. See description for full info.
Conversations with a dragon:
On princes, destinies and idiots
"When you talked about merlin and destiny and all that, I thought I thought you meant the bird! The bloody bird like a metaphor for luck or freedom or something!"
The dragon looked very amused. "A bird? To be your destiny? You think too low of me, young Pendragon."
"I can't believe this!" Arthur cried in dismay. "Not only is he a complete clumsy stupid idiot, a bloody peasant who's got no idea of respect or anything, but a warlock too, supposedly the one the help me unite and rule Albion (destiny and coins and yadda ya
A Prince's best friend - 5A Prince's best friend - 5 in Romance More Like This
Author's note (Please read! I know it's annoying, I promise I won't write more of these on this story):
I know that a few OCs appear in this fic, sorry if you don't like that, but I need them to fill the scene. Gwaine in this fic is not exactly the same Gwaine as in season 3 episode something, as in he didn't meet Arthur and Merlin like in that episode. (You may think of him as the same kind of person though with his appearance/looks, and similar personality.) Here he and his brother (OC) have been knights of Camelot for years. But I like Gwaine a lot though I prefer season 1, which is why I made him appear here. Sorry if I've confused anyone. (And sorry if characters act out of themselves.)
Another canon character appears in this chapter. SD kind of difficult to write. I'm unsure about the exact size of a dragon, so I pretty much guessed (I believe there was an interview or something when a producer of the show mentioned the dragon's size: does anyone know which one? It'd be really
A Prince's best friend - 3A Prince's best friend - 3 in Romance More Like This
A Prince's best friend
Chapter 3: In which Arthur finds himself strangely possessive for some obscure reason
'You snore a lot you know,' Merlin commented next morning, finding himself in a curled arm, quite safe with a husky scent of pure Arthur embedded in the sheets and pillows, the prince himself still deeply asleep. And it was also then he realized that his furry little body was in Arthur's arms in Arthur's bed and he shot up, blushing well, would be blushing, if the fur hadn't been in the way out of the blonde's tender grip.
'Oh my god, I slept with Arthur!' Merlin panickedly cried, err, yowled. In truth he wasn't really bothered by the fact itself of sleeping with Arthur (it was a rather, erm, nice thought actually); mostly he was scared of the man's reaction. It was one thing, expressing affection, like at dinner yesterday, stroking against the man's ankles or licking his nose (though that had been a total accident. Yes, ho
A Prince's best friend - 9A Prince's best friend - 9 in Romance More Like This
A Prince's best friend
Chapter 9: In which there's falling out, coming down and making up
It was late and his front was soaked when he came back home. Percival (probably on Arthur's orders) had insisted on 'escorting' him all the way Merlin was terribly annoyed and angry with Arthur still, and therefore a bit annoyed with Percival though the knight was only following the commands of said prince. In fact the gesture was rather sweet.
But it also meant he couldn't take a detour, go somewhere private and use his magic for awhile to take out his frustration, nor could he free his (by now extremely twitchy) ears and tail. He settled to kicking a stray small rock down the corridor, grumbling about stubborn bigheaded dollopheads. The knight lingered by the physician's door. Merlin wondered if he planned to sleep out there on the stone floor, if Arthur had ordered it. Stupid princely orders. Stupid prats.
Gaius wasn't, for once, buried to the nose in an old script or stran
Long Live the King - Part 9Long Live the King - Part 9 in Drama More Like This
Author's note: I struggled with this chapter, especially the first scene, so I'm still not a hundred percent pleased with it. I've got the following one-two chapters planned out quite thoroughly, so I hope to be able to update and finish this story soon. (Oh, and readers of 'A Prince's best friend': I'm working on it, I swear.)
Long Live the King 
"They will reach us by mid-day in tomorrow. Another patrol just returned," Sir Leon says, distressed. He is standing before the prince in the hall, several others waiting around them. Knights, soldiers, ordinary guards, council members, a few servants who aren't busy elsewhere. The prince has held a short, straight-forward speech he's never been one for riddles and drawn-out monologues about the situation. He's quickly assessed the situation.
Merlin stands somewhere behind him: Arthur can sense him, but still not see him.
"Are we sure of their numbers?"
"The scouts report up to seven thousand, milord. They'
Shadows of Love 1Shadows of Love 1 in Short Stories More Like This
The ones we love can hurt us the most
Lily was sitting in the common room on a couch in front of the fireplace. She was reading Hogwarts, A History for her next History of Magic lesson. She tried to concentrate on the legend of the Chamber of Secrets, but it wasn't that easy, as a loud applause and screaming started in the common room. Lily turned her head.
James Potter came down the stairs. There was a white little lily between his teeth. Lily rolled her eyes and returned to her book. After a few minutes, James stopped next to the couch. He stared at the girl without saying a word. Lily sighed angrily and glanced at him impatiently.
Lily's look changed from upset to shocked while James unbuttoned his shirt. He unfolded it, sticking his chest out. There was a writing on his skin with red ink under his tie, which read: 'WANNA DATE?'
James smiled with the flower in his mouth and looked questioningly at Lily.
"No." she said concisely.
Lily stood up with her book in her hand. She he
Shadows of Love 10The plan is afootShadows of Love 10 in General Fiction More Like This
"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
Shadows of Love 4Unexpected giftsShadows of Love 4 in Romance More Like This
Lily sent an owl with a huge box full of the presents she bought for her family on the 23rd of December. She wrote her parents she would definitely not go home for Christmas, since it was her sixth year at Hogwarts and that means a lot of studying -- especially during school breaks.
She was reading all night the day before Christmas. She was so excited because of the next day, she couldn't sleep. 'It's because it's Christmas tomorrow', she thought but a part of her common sense (a very shameful part of it) suggested it was because of James's return.
She woke up for a loud scream. "MERRY CHRISTMAAAS!" She jumped out of her bed frightened. Her D.A.D.A. textbook fell down from the bed. "Me-Merry Christmas" Lily yawned for Mary and went to the bathroom to wash herself awake.
"Aren't you excited for what you got?", Mary asked.
"I am", Lily mumbled, and then spit the toothpaste she had in her mouth to the sink. "But I don't want to have dental caries."
"You're such a
Shadows of Love 5The full moon risesShadows of Love 5 in General Fiction More Like This
"Did I mention how much I hate you, Black?"
Lily's question spread between the hospital beds. James turned a page in the Evening Prophet and answered without looking at Lily: "Yes, you did. This was the fifty-second time."
"Still doesn't express the hatred I feel for him.", she grumbled and tried to sit up in the bed with several painful hisses coming from her mouth.
"You should be grateful, Evans", said Sirius from the opposite bed. "You don't have to study for a few days."
"I'll let you know if I want to burn as if I was in the ninth pit of hell again." She answered him with contempt.
Nr. 88746351 CRIMINAL FILE
LOCATION: United Kingdom, Scotland, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Charms classroom
INJURED: L. Evans, S. Black, P. Pettigrew, five Slytherin students, a Chinese vase, three windows, four benches, forty-six valuable books
CASUALTIES: a bunch of tulips
SUSPECT(S): S. Black
Shadows of Love 17And all the men and women merely playersShadows of Love 17 in Drama More Like This
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
Shadows of Love 13Always by your sideShadows of Love 13 in Drama More Like This
Sound of approaching footsteps tore Lily and James apart. Mrs. Potter turned up in the basement again. She was followed by Sirius and Remus.
"James!", the woman screamed and sank on her knees next to his son. "Are you alright, sweetheart?"
"I'm fine", replied James and he sat up. "Is dad… he was just stupefied, was he?"
"Oh, yes", she sighed. "Rennervate!"
Mr. Potter batted his eyelids confused. He could slowly understand what was going on around him.
"Darling", he stammered, looking at his wife. "What happened?"
"I'll tell you everything at home", said Mrs. Potter and stood up.
"Where are the other Death Eaters?", Lily asked Remus.
"They Disapparated", he answered.
Lily glanced at Sirius. The boy was staring at his parents on the floor. James and his mother and father were too busy with reuniting, so only Lily and Remus could notice his conspicuous silence.
She stood up and stepped to him. She put her hand on his shoulder patronizingly.
"We should rev
Shadows of Love 11Night of the recklessShadows of Love 11 in General Fiction More Like This
Lily, James, Sirius and Remus huddled together under James's Invisibility Cloak.
"Where exactly did you get this Cloak?", Lily asked.
They were sneaking on the Hogwarts grounds, towards the Whomping Willow.
"It's inherited in our family.", James whispered.
"You wore it when… when we were in the Hospital, didn't you?", she inquired.
"Yes, we did, Evans, but would you stop questioning us when we're on such an important mission?", Sirius hissed.
Lily shut her mouth and mutely followed them under the Cloak. She had no idea how they would get through the Willow's flapping branches, but she didn't dare asking it -- they were still too close to the castle and the boys might have sent her back.
"I'll be right back", said Sirius, he slipped out of the protection of the Cloak and transformed into a large, black dog.
Lily watched him amazed while he ran under the branches of the tree. The plant suddenly froze as if Sirius immobilized it.
"C'mon", James whispered.
Shadows of Love 27I would never hurt youShadows of Love 27 in Drama More Like This
Lily decided to start practicing for the forthcoming exams as soon as she got back to school. She kept the promise she made for herself, and so she reread her textbooks.
On Tuesday, she was on her way to lunch, just after she had received James’s letter from St. Mungo’s. He wrote he was going back to Hogwarts the next day, so Lily was in a very merry mood. She intended to share the source of her joy with Sirius and Remus too, because Sirius had been upset for those three days since school started, as James wasn’t there to practice for their match against Hufflepuff; and Remus was worried about his friend. Everyone seemed to be so sad and down around her at school that day, but she felt happy.
But before she could turn left on one of the corridors with a wide smile on her face, someone called her name:
She looked around, but no one seemed to be waiting for her. And then, behind a giant stone column, she caught the sight
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
Shadows of Love 12Save your hideShadows of Love 12 in Drama More Like This
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
Acceptance Dear Dad,Acceptance in Romance More Like This
I'm writing because I've got something to confess. Well, it's not so much a confession as a statement, because it's not something I regret. Even if it's something you do.
I've finally got a girlfriend; she's great and I care about her a lot. She's smart and she's nice and she's beautiful. And I don't care if you don't approve, because I love her.
It's Rose Weasley.
I'm sorry if I disappointed you, Dad. I'm done with trying to live my life by your rules, but I'm sorry if this upsets you.
I didn't really want to go into Slytherin, you know. The Hat was considering Ravenclaw, but chose Slytherin. I didn't argue, but I wanted to. I didn't because I knew you wanted me to be Sorted into Slytherin.
I regret it.
This won't be another choice I'll live to regret. I'm not leaving Rose, even if you disown me. This is my choice.
I love you, yes? Ron Weasley woke from his nightmare with a gasp, his pillow soaked with sweat. Hermione stirred next to him and turned over so she was facing him. Her hair was frizzed up again, forming a thin veil over her face. The rest of it was puffed up behind her head.I love you, yes? in Romance More Like This
"What's wrong, Ron?" she murmured drowsily.
He gazed at her for a moment, trying to claw his way out of the horror of his dream by seeing her face: unscathed, unharmed, and right there with him.
"Ron?" Her voice was more forceful now and she propped herself up on her arm. "Ron, if you have something to say, spit it out because you're looking at me in a very unnerving way."
Ron smiled. "Um, it's nothing. Nightmare." he croaked, his voice rough from sleep. He cleared his throat. "Go back to sleep."
"No, it's okay. What was it about?" she inquired, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
Ron didn't particularly want
A Letter from Remus LupinDear Harry,A Letter from Remus Lupin in General Fiction More Like This
If you're reading this, I can only assume that you have won. If you had not, it would only make sense for you to be dead.
I can also assume that if this letter is in your possession, I was one of the casualties.
I know how you must be feeling, Harry. I need you to read this letter carefully. It's terribly important.
I want you first to know that no losses that occurred in this war were your fault. I know you feel the guilt, Harry. Understand that the people who fought in the battle did not fight it for you. They fought it for themselves, and more importantly, for the world. You were an extremely crucial part of the war, I do not deny that. But you were not the cause. This battle was inevitable. Whether it happened when it did, where it did, or elsewhere at another time. It would have happened eventually. Perhaps it is better that it happened now. Many losses would have been sustained in this fight, and if those same losses had not occurred had the battle not been when it ha
Halloween Ginny turned as she felt a tug on her pant leg.Halloween in General Fiction More Like This
“Mummy?” A little voice spoke, high, squeaky and confused. “Mummy, Daddy just left.”
Ginny frowned. “What do you mean, Lily?”
Her little girl sniffled. “Daddy just said something and then he left.”
“What did he say?” Ginny asked, a little worried now.
Lily shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“He said something about parents, and visiting, but you’re here, Mum, so why did he go out the door?” Albus piped up.
“And he wasn’t looking at us. Why was he being so strange, Mum?” James inquired.
Glancing at the swinging door, Ginny gave a little ‘oh’ of understanding. “James, is today Halloween?”
Ginny smiled ruefully. “Daddy went to visit his parents.”
Why It was grimly appropriate how these things never happened on bright, sunny days.Why in General Fiction More Like This
I never knew you.
Teddy’s eyes focused on the dirt, darting around the rain.
The cold drops mingled with the hot tears in his eyes.
Why was it you who had to sacrifice yourselves?
He didn’t do anything. He just stood. And he watched.
Why couldn’t you have stayed?
A bitter lump rose in his throat, and he swallowed it angrily.
WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?
He knew it was selfish.
Why couldn’t it have been someone else?
But he didn’t care.
I didn’t get to tell you goodbye.
He didn’t care about anything. Why should he? What was there to care about?
Did you love me at all?
He remembered somethi
Frost's sister It’s cold… the ice is cracking… and I’m scared…Frost's sister in General Fiction More Like This
I look up, he’s trying to smile, but for once, it doesn’t help.
“It’s okay,” he says. “It’s okay. Don’t look down. Just look at me.”
“Jack,” I hear myself saying. “I’m scared.”
“I know, I know,” he assures me. “But… you’re gonna be alright. You’re not gonna fall in. Uh… We’re gonna have a little fun, instead!”
“No, we’re not!” I know I’m getting hysterical but I can’t help it, and my voice is getting high pitched and panicky and I’m breathing hard and I feel like I don’t even have a body, I’m just a voice and a pair of hyperventilating lungs.
“Would I trick you?” he asks, smiling.
“Yes!” I cry, a
A Tale of Two Ums: Part 2 "Hey, Potter!"A Tale of Two Ums: Part 2 in Romance More Like This
I groan. Not him! Not during Quidditch practice! "What do you want?"
The boy grins at me and motions for me to fly down. "Can't talk to you when you're all the way up there, can I?"
"Did you ever think that might be strategic?" I mutter. I fly down anyway. "What do you want, Black? I'm busy. We've got a match on soon."
Sirius holds up his hands with an expression of mock surprise and defensiveness. "That's no way to talk to your best friend. You'd have thought I was old Regulus."
"Regulus is younger than you."
"Doesn't act like that." Sirius stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks at me cockily. "Don't you want to know what I came for?"
"To annoy me?" I suggest. I actually do, but I can't look like I do or he'll torture me.
Sirius grins at me mysteriously and I want to punch him, but he won't tell me if I piss him off. "Come on, you know you want to know," he
Omegle fanfiction!Stranger: Lily Evans (6th year) stared into the eyes of her former friend, Severus Snape. "I can't believe you just said that." She whispered her face pale her eyes wide. Snape had just called her a mudblood. Tears started to fall she turned around and fled, running across the grass towards the castle. Pushing open the large oak doors she sped inside, running up the stairs. She made it up the first few flights of stairs before she started to really cry. Turning, she went up a corridor into an empty classroom, where she sat in a corner, silently sobbing. (Please roleplay as someone from the Marauder Era)Omegle fanfiction! in Romance More Like This
You: Snape looked after her, his eyes wide. "I can't believe it, either," he said quietly, so that nobody else could hear.
Stranger: She brought her knees up to her chest as she started shaking her sobbing louder.
You: "Lily?" James paused as he walked passed the classroom. "Lily, are you..." He stopped, seeing that she obviously wasn't. He walked in and sat next to her. "Do you want to
Amends They worried, he knew that.Amends in General Fiction More Like This
It was true that his mental state seemed to be deteriorating all the time. The joke shop had been closed for days, now. He must have lost a lot of sales.
He didn’t care.
Why should he care? What did money matter, when they were richer than they’d ever needed to be? What did the shop matter, when the only other person who had shared the dream was gone?
What did anything matter, when he was half of a whole?
Yes, they worried. They all worried. His mother most of all, of course, as all mothers did. His father, who always seemed unsure of what to do around him now. His siblings… Well, they had all felt almost the same pain he had. Almost. None of them had lost their other halves.
He didn’t know what he was thinking half the time. The other half, his thoughts were incomplete.
You see, Fred had always been there to complete them for him.
A Tale of Two Ums: Part 1 Argh! That James Potter! I swear he's trying to make me pitch myself off the Astronomy Tower. I hate him and I hate his stupid glasses and his stupid hair and his stupid cute smile...A Tale of Two Ums: Part 1 in Romance More Like This
"Is your name Flipendo, Evans? Because you knock me off my feet."
"Your smile is like Lumos; it really lights up a room."
"You don't need Stupefy to be stunning, Evans."
"Shut up!" I screech at him. He throws a pick up line at me every time we finish a class and it drives me up the wall.
I realise that everybody is looking at me now and I suddenly remember that I'm a Prefect. I compose myself and say quietly, "Please stop that, Potter. It's very irritating."
I walk away and try to ignore the snickers of Sirius as he teases James. "Ooh, she got you, Prongs! She's beaten you with the powers of smarts and sensibility." He spits out the words like the plague and it's all I can do to not spin around and hex him into obli
The Devout, The Divine, The DeceasedThe Devout, The Divine, The Deceased in Free Verse More Like This
Three are they,
Of Heavenly origin.
Governed by the Highest Throne,
and led by the Horsemen.
Devout are the Grim Trinity.
As death has never ceased
So true to the cause are they...
By cursed and divine blades.
The Patrons of the Deceased and Dying...
and of those related to the involved.
Divine by right is the Angel...
Unholy by cause is the Demon...
Leader by title is the Nephilim.
By them are taken souls guided,
Through them are souls
released or enslaved.
The White MorgueThe White Morgue in Free Verse More Like This
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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Tragedy, abrupt to my very soul,
that left me far from whole.
The withered memory born unto my dreams again,
refreshed and once more binding me by chain.
The reopening scars I once upon a time, thought healed,
gape wide to open for the flood gates, red and revealed.
My witnessing eyes bleed out old tears from a rusted well,
Attempting again to put back out the fires of this age old Hell.
The rising waters find my feet and climb,
the two floods meet, where their cause is rhymed.
My heart from which the blood and tears flow,
now at where the pain does ever grow.
Close these outpouring wounds, build back up the walls...
Make for my feet, the forward movement from where my future calls.
Once again I will shed my skin,
leaving behind the marks of where I've been.
3. There and Where, at the Tear and Wear3. There and Where, at the Tear and Wear in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bound to the eternal wait like shackles to the chain,
There where my thoughts taunt me,
Like my once angelic kin...
Where "what if?" & "although..." are merely tools of the trade.
Here the black fire burns the fledgling dove to a crisp,
And the arachnid of the abyss consumes the ashes,
Only to spit them back into this haunted mind.
Such psychology to leave us in wonder by the unexplained neutral party of existence...time, the unstoppable inevitability.
The unmelted flickering candle that burns
a freezing fire in the heart of my heart.
What I know of truth is little, especially in this Hell,
where I live only to await
judgments of our Father, now my adversary...
Here where blackened is the light at the end of the tunnel.
The each and every blink of these old and bitter
eyes see only the encompassing fate at road's end.
Here and bound to the years of eternity where I watch humanity tear away at itself...
Never again will grace know this rearranged face bound in chains.
Here and now where
Ignorance is FearIgnorance is Fear in Free Verse More Like This
What knowing have you
of what you speak?
The rotten fruit from which
you've bitten and consumed,
has truly brought to you
the seeds of idiocy.
What have you done,
to comprehend such words as provocative?
As pure and professional
are the letters that I form to art.
Doubt I that you
know a significant thing.
The ignorance you so proclaim,
is the fear from which you flee.
You dread whatever is misunderstood,
and without reason do you lash outward
with teeth and claw,
like some rabid beast, tormented by disease.
In the end, the clarity has marked
that yours is the feeble mind.
Yours is the debate of madness,
and the indecency of your own nature.
In the end, you know nothing,
because you are nothing.
The Slow Descent into DementiaThe Slow Descent into Dementia in Free Verse More Like This
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.
The Changing TideThe Changing Tide in Free Verse More Like This
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.
Deserving of NothingDeserving of Nothing in Free Verse More Like This
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.
Free Spirit Fail SafeFree Spirit Fail Safe in Free Verse More Like This
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.
The Suffering I DisavowThe Suffering I Disavow in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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
Encounter: Chapter 2As if on cue, Lucy rushed into the lab. She muttered something about Dr. Vidic needing her for something. Her high heels clicked as she walked to the Animus purposefully only to stop when she saw Altaïr.Encounter: Chapter 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"How did this happen?" she demanded, knowing that neither Desmond or she knew.
"I don't know. The Animus screwed." Desmond eyed Altaïr, almost fearfully. The aura around the Animus was smoldering and had a dangerous feel...
Lucy seemed really stunned to see Altaïr. Blood she did not mind, but to just see him there... it was painful to just look at his wounds or the look of pain and failure on his blank face. For a moment she stood stock still, unsure of what to do or say. Be sensible! her thoughts yelled at her. Report it to Dr. Vidic! Clean this up!
"Help him," Desmond begged. His dark brown eyes looked beseechingly into Lucy's blue ones.
Shaking her head Lucy sighed. "I can't. He's gone." It seemed so, seeing how much Altaïr had bled. There was almos
Encounter: Chapter 3Desmond and Lucy were still crouching together, his arm around her shoulders, when the paramedics finally arrived. Footsteps sounded down the hallway, many voices too.Encounter: Chapter 3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Right here!" one of them called above all the others. The group of paramedics moved into the lab. There were about five.
Reluctantly Desmond pulled his arm away and he and Lucy stood up. The head paramedic headed towards them, a serious look on her face. "Tell me what has happened," she ordered kindly.
Immediately Lucy took charge. She didn't exactly lie, nor tell the truth either. She made a good sound of pretending to be scared. "This man. We found him here, just on the ground. He had several wounds- we tried to treat him."
"What kind of wounds?" the paramedic asked, holding a paper.
"I don't know." It was best to lie, that way he didn't have to explain. Desmond shot a look at Lucy. Get out of this situation- fast. But take care of Altaïr.
For the next few minutes Desmond and Lucy were questioned. What
Encounter: Chapter 8And so Desmond was left alone with Altaïr. Could luck get any worse than that for him? Other than that he was kidnapped, kept hostage by an organization straight out of history, and not knowing if you'd still be alive the next day? Well, not technically, but everything sounded better when you exaggerated facts.Encounter: Chapter 8 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Anyways, it wasn't so bad when you were lying on a bed and dead-beat.
He couldn't understand why he felt this way for Altaïr. Firstly, he was a guy. That totally went against his supposed straightness. Secondly, he was related to him, even is somewhat distantly. And, he loved Lucy! Lucy!!
This stupid desire for him...
"Are you all right?" Altaïr asked, his soft footsteps tapping the floor as he walked towards him.
He sat down on the bed next to Desmond, making it creak slightly. "You seem very out of it."
"As I said before, tired.'
"You looked very tense."
"Ah, well." Was he? He tried to loosen his body and imagined himself melting into the bed, wit
Encounter: Chapter 12"No. This can't be happening..."Encounter: Chapter 12 in Drama More Like This
Desmond sat on the ground like a small child, his legs crossed with his head in his hands. "This doesn't be make any sense."
He felt a light touch on his shoulder and when he looked up he saw the piercing hazel eyes of the Italian assassin looking at him with mild concern. "Are you all right?"
"No, I'm good." It came out sounding like a question. Rising up steadily now, Desmond tried to regain his composure. This had to be one of the most undignified things he'd ever done--freaking out in front of a man like Ezio Auditore! And from what he'd seen in the Animus, Ezio was a pretty tough guy, but he was such a kind friend, brother, son, nephew, lover, that Desmond was sure that Ezio would understand. But poof, there went his first impression moment.
It was foolish of him to be thinking such things at the moment, and he felt silly. What was more important was the matter of Ezio, Altair, and the Animus that (perhaps, probably, most likely, definitely) brough
Encounter: Chapter 10Ezio heard the footsteps pounding behind him and the angry voices shouting death threats. Shocked civilians scrambled out of his way, gasping at the sight of the chase.Encounter: Chapter 10 in Fan Fiction More Like This
The white-hooded assassin looked back over his shoulder to check on his progress. Even though he was running as fast as he could, there were two guards quickly gaining on him.
Shit! Run! he yelled at himself. There was no chance to fight against so many people without getting seriously injured, or worse, dead. His legs were getting tired but he couldn't afford to stop if he wanted to get away with his life.
He rounded a corner in the busy street, searching for a way to lose the guards. With his heart pounding in his chest, he made a split-second decision to awkwardly duck into an alleyway.
Taking precious seconds, he took a couple steps back to make a running start for a wall. Leaping up he grabbed an outstanding brick and began to haul himself up.
By then, the guards had found him and were yelling angrily from b
Encounter: Chapter 4It had been 9 days since Altaïr had been admitted into the hospital. The first 7 days were in the Intensive Care unit. Days of waiting... worry... unknowing... Since in the IC, visitors were not allowed to stay. They could come and go and certain hours but were not able to stay in the room with him for the night. So Desmond and Lucy lived in the hotel a few blocks away from the hospital for a week. Everyday visits were made to Altaïr, but all this time he was unconscious. Maybe it was a coma; the doctors didn't know. Lucy thought it was an effect from the Animus as this was different from other coma states.Encounter: Chapter 4 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Than on the 8th day, Altaïr was moved to the normal wards, as the doctors declared him healing quite well from his many wounds. Much to Desmond's and Lucy's relief. But Altaïr was still not awake, which troubled the couple and confused the doctors. There was no telling when he would wake up from this... nothingness.
When Altaïr changed units, Desmond and Luc
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 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
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Izayoi's laughter filled the meadow they lay in. As always the Inu no Taishou was captivated by the sound of joy. He had heard other ningen laugh through out the centuries many ningen women had attempted to become his concubine. Many attempted to capture his attention with their wiles, but their laughter was feigned, Izayoi's burst from her filled with her zest for life. Shutting his eyes, he let his thoughts drift back to the first time he had heard the joyful sound.
The Inu no Taishou walked through the halls of yet another Daimyo's castle, his gaze forward and as always his nose slightly crinkled at the foul scents of the ningen inhabitants. Why he had allowed the flea to convince him to accept this meeting was not a question he was willing to ask himself at that moment. He was not interested in the ningens or their pitiful problems that inhabited his territory. Protecting them was his duty he was their
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Izayoi watched, tears gathering on her lashes, as the Inu no Taishou examined the infant. Silver white hair still stained from the birthing slid like silk between his fingers. A clawed hand traced the tiny too still ears atop the head, feeling the downy softness of the fur. Tiny hands examined and miniscule claws stroked, little toes counted. The tears slid down her cheeks as he bent and kissed each tiny foot.
She marveled at the dichotomy of the man… youkai she shared her life with. He was a fierce and ferocious demon capable of killing with a flick of his wrist and a tender and loving soul that stroked the seemingly asleep child with such tenderness.
"It is time, Izayoi." He commanded, watching as she nodded and handed the precious bundle to the priestess he had sent for.
She watched as the priestess took the child and left the room. Following silently behind she took courage in the stiffness in
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The carcass of the great beast hung in the workshop; from it they would fashion weapons and armor. Sekiei worked with a skill borne of practice in removing the skin and flesh, exposing the bones as the village priest murmured the prayers to exorcise the youkai's spirit.
He worked, allowing the chanted prayer to distract him from the muffled cries of his wife. Would Heiwa bear him a son or a daughter? He had prayed that the child would be blessed with his wife's eyes of deepest brown. Some of the villagers were certain that the child would be male and others equally certain of a girl. Sekiei did not care as long as the child was healthy. He knew his thinking was strange, but perhaps it was his father's tales of the priestess the Shikon No Tama had been entrusted to. The stories of her defeat of the hanyou even with a mortal wound had always been his favorite. Perhaps that was why he felt different from other men about a girl child. With a shake of his head, he put such thoughts from his
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Dark. Weight pressing down, compressing ribs and lungs, unable to breathe. Lungs scream for air. Gasp for breath. Mouth fills with dirt. Fear. Fingers curled, nails ripping through earth, ripping into the bed. Pain. Arm brushing another, cold, clammy, dead flesh. Eyes clenched shut. Fear. Dig faster. Scramble for air, light, and life. Sound. Thud. The crack of wood splintering. Brightness seen behind closed lids. Another hand. The bite of beads against the palm, cloth, fingers - warm living fingers. A voice.
"Sango," her name breathed softly in her ear as she is pulled to a firm chest. Held, comforted like a child as her body shudders and her mind releases the nightmare. Lips press against her forehead as sobs racked her body. "A nightmare," the voice comforted. "It was only a nightmare."
She shook her head, "No. Not a nightmare. A memory."
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Shrine steps swept, stone basin filled for visitors to perform the Misogi Harai, golden eyes swept over the shrine for any uncompleted task. Finding none, they rolled heavenward, a bored sigh escaping lips. Four long years had passed since he had decided to stay with
her. Three years,three hundred and sixty four days exactly since he had discovered that the well was closed.
Out of place, in a time he had difficulty understanding and probably never would, head filled with sounds that grated on sensitive hearing and artificial smells that overpowered him. Yet, it was as much home as where, no when, he had come from. He had always been out of place, now he was merely out of time. His ideas were often ridiculed as outdated and old fashioned. He had learned to keep silent.
A dark head appeared at the top of the stairs; with each step more of her face appeared. Their eyes met and a smile crossed her face, her briefcase falling from her hands as she ran towards him to be caught and spun in hi
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A blank board stares back at her; brushes, pens, inks, and notes litter the desk upon which she rests her elbows. How often she has studied a similar board... a quest this time, a simple quest. A smile crosses her face as she envisions the quests within the quest - a girl searching for her place within the maze of adolescence, a boy of two different worlds seeking acceptance, a young man searching for love, a young woman searching for her brother, and a child seeking what was stolen from him.
Pen and brush seek ink and then paper, while images vie for their place on the page. A tree takes root and grows, a shrine is built, and a fat cat wanders through. "Isn't it funny?", she thinks, drawing a fondly remembered well, that in seeking a jewel, she found her place.
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Across the garden he walked, tall and beautiful, bearing the marks of his race, pure silver white hair styled ornately for the court. Two steps behind him, hands clasped demurely before her hidden in the voluminous folds of her multi-layered kimono the moon to the sun of his eyes. Two steps further behind walked the next woman, her hair as dark as the sky at midnight, her eyes as violet as the suns dying burst of color on the sea, the simpler kimono she wore denoting her lesser status.
Onto cushions, they knelt the moon to the right, and midnight sky to the left of the golden sun. A cacophony of silence descended as they watched birds in their flight while within the twilight garden secrets took root.
Golden eyes studied both women, youkai and ningen; bride and concubine, moon and sky. "I must…"
The moon looked down upon the sky and plotted, "I will…"
The sky looked into the garden and smiled, "I love…"
Above the garden, the hawk captured the dove as the sun set and the
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Lips slid against each other softly, only to then grind against together in harsh, rough kisses of passion. Tongues battled, twirled, twined. Breath, hot and moist, mixed together as they exhaled harshly through their noses, unwilling to break the contact of their mouths. Sharp fangs pressed into a full lower lip. A soft moan, a harsh groan in answer, clawed hands grasping feminine shoulders to pull her closer, only for those luscious lips to pull away.
"You lose again, My Lord." Izayoi laughed huskily.
"Yes," he agreed, his voice deep with passion. "Izayoi, you play this game too well."
"Only because I had a good teacher," she replied as he pushed her back onto the futon.
He sliced the many-layered kimono easily from her, not once nicking her skin with his claws. "I may have lost the game, but the penalty is well worth the loss."
Her answer was forever lost in a moan of passion as he claimed her body again.
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Above the battle, the Inu no Taishou watched as the youkai and ningen loyal to him gifted him with their skills, training, and blood. The field changed from the tender green of the beginning of spring to crimson with the blood of his and Ryukotsusei's men.
His thoughts then focused not on the battle before him, but she had taught him that not all gifts could be purchased with gold. No, she had taught him that the most precious gifts were purchased with blood. The gift of her innocence, paid for with blood and a smile. The gift of children; a girl who never drew her first breath, and a son who was as quick to anger as to laughter, both purchased with blood and a smile.
"Watch over them Myoga," he ordered, heading to face the dragon. Now was the time for him to give her the gift of his protection and he would pay the way she had taught him with blood and a smile.
Far to the West, tears fell from violet eyes as Izayo
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She looked out through the pearlescent frost covered windows, into a silver white storm that swirled on the crisp air. Snow covered the gardens, covering the tender new green shoots of grass in favor of its alabaster purity. Packages immaculately wrapped in ivory rested untouched upon her desk, Hojo's unwanted offerings of flowers, chocolates, and medicine.
In the eyes of her friends, she saw their transparent confusion. How do you explain the desire for the simplest of gifts? They would never understand. She longed for a smile that showed gleaming white fangs, the twitch of a silvery ear, the scent of forest held in silken white strands of hair.
She offered a wan smile to the three childhood friends. How do you explain what you yourself do not understand? That she craved the caress of sharp white claws, a gleaming white fang raised in her defense.
She watched them in their unsullied innocence as they giggled and whispered of love's mysteries. Images of love based on movies and books.
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It was a particularly warm summer afternoon and Harry was letting his mind wander. It was the last lesson on a Friday afternoon, and while everyone else around the school was having a fun lesson in the sunlight, Harry and the rest of Gryffindor, along with Slytherin, was stuck copying out the uses of Asphodel in the dungeons. While they wrote, Snape kept a watchful eye over them, occasionally asking a student, usually from Gryffindor, to stop talking or show him their work. Harry gazed mindlessly around the room and his eyes soon settled on a blond head a few rows in front of him. A thin shaft of sunlight from a small window very near the ceiling of the room came to fall on the boy's head. Harry noticed that the few stray hairs escaping the gelled mass glinted golden in the sun. The boy must have felt Harry's gaze as he turned and glared at him. Harry quickly looked back to his parchment and dipped his quill in the ink, hoping that Malfoy wouldn't no
Drarry fanfic Pt 4The boys locked eyes for a second, blushing deeply.Drarry fanfic Pt 4 in Romance More Like This
"Malfoy, what are you doing around here?" Harry asked him, squirming in the awkward moment.
"Potter, you like me don't you." Draco knew it would just be easier to get to the point rather than try to build up to it, making it even more awkward. He was also worried that putting it off would give him time to chicken out and lose all the confidence he'd spent the last two hours building up. Harry was taken aback at the bluntness of Draco's statement and his heart sped up. What was going to happen?
"No, I..." he started.
"I've seen the way you look at me, Harry," Draco lowered and softened his voice. He knew that being harsh was not going to get the answer out of Harry. Harry felt his heart flip at the sound of Draco saying his first name in a tone of voice which was genuine and silky without its usual sarcastic sneer.
"W...why are you here?" Harry spluttered out the question, shaking hard. He was looking at the floor, not darin
Drarry fanfic Pt 12 The heat hung heavily in the air like an unneeded blanket smothering everything under its weight. Although it had only just gone eight in the morning and the sun hadn't even begun to shine at its full capacity, the air was hot and humid. Even the wind, which had begun to pull at the leaves and chase pieces of paper from the desks as it invaded the room through the window, carried some warmth with it. Each sound was intensified, people laughing and chatting sleepily, owls hooting as they returned from a night's hunting and the deep, rhythmetic rumbles of Ron Weasley snoring.Drarry fanfic Pt 12 in Romance More Like This
Harry contemplated throwing something at him to get him to shut up but decided that he was already awake and had little hope of getting back to sleep in the heat. He reached over for his glasses and slipped them on. He saw that the time was quarter past eight and most of the boys were still asleep, apart from Semus, who Harry knew had gone to the library to practise his spe
Drarry fanfic Pt 5 Draco closed his eyes and wound his arms around the Gryffindor's waist. He felt Harry put his arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. All the confusion melted away, everything was perfect. Draco felt Harry pull away, but he held him tight. He didn't want the magic to end, not just yet. He didn't want to wake up from this dream, not just yet. He didn't want to sink back into reality, not just yet. In his heart, he knew it'd have to end and he'd have to wake up and go back to the cold reality of what his friends, let alone his father, would do if they found out, but not just yet. Harry obliged and kissed him again, even more passionately than the first time, giving Draco a few more moments to feel his stomach fill with butterflies and the electricity race down to his toes.Drarry fanfic Pt 5 in Romance More Like This
Harry wound his arms around Draco's neck. This was the moment he'd dreamed of, and it was as perfect as his dream. Almost. A mixture of guilt and worry niggled in his stomach, even over rid
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Draco lay in bed. He was angry as he'd had yet another fight with his friends. He'd come into the Slytherin common room in a rage after a run-in with the mudblood, the weasely kid and potter's girlfriend asking him what he'd done to Potter. Why did they think he'd done something to Potter! As he sat heavily on a chair between Crabbe and Goyle he ranted,
"Can you believe Potter? He thinks I've done something to him! He's the one planning something against me! Who does he think he is anyway! Him and his stupid mudblood friend! And the Weasley girl, trying to reason with me! What does he see in her anyway?!..." Draco babbled on, his voice getting louder and faster as he went. "...Him and his beautiful green eyes!" As he said his last line the room became quiet. Pansy stifled a small sob and left the room.
Suddenly the room became noisy. A series of angry and mocking voices merged together, overwhelming him.
"I just mean
5. Two Months of Hell - DrarryHarry found that over the past few weeks he had very little time to spare. Each teacher had given the eighth years a massive amount of homework and even saving the wizarding world, and also the Muggle world, did not slacken his load. He also had to put up with doing the paired assignment which meant that even his free lessons were spent working. Harry voiced these grumbles over lunch and found that the others had equally less free time.5. Two Months of Hell - Drarry in Drama More Like This
“How do you have time to do that?” Harry exclaimed as the others arranged yet another trip to Hogsmeade.
“Why don’t you?” came Ron’s reply. “We still manage to have time free and we’re doing all of the same work as you.” Harry thought for a second and realised that he seemed to spend a lot more time on the paired project than anyone else. Even Hermione didn’t have Ron working all of the time and that was a big feat.
“Malfoy does have to get high marks,” Herm
Drarry fanfic Pt 2 Harry had just finished his homework when the sun began to set, and waiting for Hermione to get packed up, he played with the grass, tearing the lush blades from the ground and running them through his fingers. He toyed with the idea of trying to get them to levitate but Hermione was finished and Ron had finally given up being patient and was now pestering them to hurry up. As he stood up he saw the familiar figure of Ginny running over to him. He was happy to see Ginny but was aware of a niggling annoyance in the pit of his stomach, before he could figure out what it was Ginny had flung herself at him and was giving him a bear hug. He hugged her back and the four of them went off to the main hall. Harry tried to ignore it, but he had a funny feeling about the way Malfoy, who was in front of them, had given a beseeching and almost sad look towards him before disappearing into the building.Drarry fanfic Pt 2 in Romance More Like This
Over the next few weeks, both boys found themselves thinking about eac
ThunderThunder rumbled gently above them and rain pattered on the windowsill. Flashes of lightening leaked in around the curtains and lit up the dark room. A particularly loud bout of thunder rolled over them and John gasped and pressed himself closer to Sherlock. Sherlock ran his fingers comfortingly through the ex-soldier's hair. they lay huddled together under the duvet just listening. Their breathing settled back in synch and John's heartbeat calmed slightly but it still thrummed quickly against Sherlock's touch. Pins and needles prickled his hand because his arm was trapped under John's body. Sherlock rolled over on to his back, pulling John with him so the older man's head was pillowed by his chest. Sherlock wrapped his arm tighter around John's hips and looked down at the man pressed against his chest. His hair was in need of a cut and free of its usual gel it stuck in all directions. John had most of Sherlock's t-shirt balled up in his hands so the blond tufts of hair tickled SherlockThunder in Romance More Like This
4. Two Months of Hell - Drarry “Harry, can I talk to you?” Harry’s stomach turned over. He’d been dreading this.4. Two Months of Hell - Drarry in Drama More Like This
According to Ron and Hermione, Ginny wanted to discuss ‘feelings’ with him. Ever since the battle ended they had been a couple but he knew Ginny wanted a worded conformation.
“S’pose,” he replied, grudgingly. This was something he really didn’t want to do in the slightest. He stood up and followed Ginny to a more secluded area. They both sat down and Ginny held his hands in hers. merlin, Harry thought to himself as he groaned inwardly. He lent across and tried to silence her with a kiss, which she returned for a few moments before pulling away.
“We need to spend more time together,” she said softly. Harry felt a little guilty. “I can’t remember the last time we actually spent the afternoon for just us.”
“Sorry,” he murmured. “It’s just, the project for transfiguration e