Sirius: Whoa, wait a sec! Her name’s Lily!
Neru: ...Is that your only problem?
Remus: Sure, do you remember him calling her mudblood? That’s his way of confessing her his undying... friendship.
The winter trip
Written in 2006 for my Creative Writing class in my American high school. (It got me 95%, an A.) I decided to upload it, I think the dialogues are still kinda neat.
Punishment
He knows.
This was the only thought in Hiroto's mind when his lover opened the door to let him in. Dark eyes met his too searchingly, yet too knowingly, questioning and finding an answer that put ice in Aoi's gaze.
Sheldon had been asked to attend a meeting where his skills were needed. They had been quite secretive as to about what it really were, but they were government officials so he didn't question them and was rather flattered by the invitation.
"We shall do what?" the Guardians asked in unison. They couldn't believe what Spectre just had suggested.
"As I said", Spectre replied, "it might do us a world of good if we took a few days off.
He had noticed that for some time June had been growing increasingly dissatisfied and restless. They had had no interesting cases lately, nothing on which his little friend could exercise her keen wits and remarkable powers of production.
Sometimes, it felt like Lucifer was dogged by bad luck. Only recently, he had tried to save one of their father’s creations – a diplodocus – from drowning. The result was a dinosaur with a veeery long neck.
Title: Forbidden fruits
Fandom: The satanic Mill
Pairing: Krabat/Tonda
Comment: I blame livejournal user moon_maiden36. And the art trade I bargained with her. And the existence of pommegranates.
Full Moon Promenade
Bound to the neverlands,
where his heart descends.
Always one step away from the border.
Only journey matters
in this world that tatters.
Destiny waits right around the corner.
In Memory
By Jana Skoupy
dedicated to all that died in the fight against evil and to J. K. Rowling for producing such a fascinating literary peace of fiction.
The last time he had been at this place, it had been Christmas Eve.
Who is this boy?
Italy, also known as Feliciano Vargas was a young man, who lived in the house of Austria, alias Roderich Edelstein, together with the lovely and beautiful Elizaveta Héderváry, better known as Hungary.
Italy lived in Austria’s house since we was a child.
I’m sorry
von
Oogie-Boogie
“Being dead is aaaaaannoying“, said Vriska to herself. “And this isn’t the real deal either.”
Dream bubbles, a creation of the Horroterros.
There are some things Kaiba Mokuba thought could never happen to him. One of them is falling in love with an elder woman. Quite another, and still more seemingly impossible, is actually not speaking to his big brother any more.
The prince looked at his two children and for the thousandth time he asked himself how would his life turned out, if Freeza never came to planet Vegeta. "You really want to know?" He heard a voice suddenly. He looked around, but there was nobody else ther
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where reality and fantasy meld in the blink of an eye,
hush, step closer, courageous one,
enter the realm of freedom where free spirits live a second life
beyond all bounds of real life
never fo
Home for Christmas
To my Twinnie – I'm so happy to know you! Joyeux Noël!
Patrick Jane sitting in her living room and sipping tea isn't a phenomenon Teresa Lisbon has dared to hope for during the past two years.
It's been two years since they defeated Sin and Rikku just can't deal with Auron's dissappear.. Will they be together again? Auron x Rikku It's my first story, so please be gentle :)
The Easiest Decision
“You don’t look like Santa Claus.”
When his watchful staring is interrupted by her voice – all familiar, kind, and teasing – his eyes immediately find her, and the sight lifts his mood like nothing else would have been able to tonight.
Schuldig macht Karriere (Schuldig’s career)
- Brads Untergang – (Brad’s downfall)
Disclaimer: All characters are owned by Tsuchiya Kyoko who wrote the original masterpiece of “Weiß Kreuz”. I just use those lovely Bishounen for my own non profitable twisted fantasies.
I'm dreaming that dream again.
There's snow everywhere. It's falling endlessly, but it doesn't feel cold. It seems like time itself doesn't exist anymore...
Then I hear her voice again.
There was a pause before Oikawa raised his voice again, the mocking undertone finding its way through again.
“You really want me to carry you, huh?”
Kageyama’s eyes went wide when he heard those words. “No way!!”
