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All Things by Alaina Arielle
Summary: [A Harry Potter fanfiction story. Set post-HBP/Pre-DH.] Snape has been arrested for Dumbledore's murder and remanded to Azkaban when Lupin pays him an untoward visit. Will Snape find redemption with Lupin's help?
Dreams haunted Snape in the deep of the night as he slept fitfully; scenes which had been replaying before his eyes relentlessly every night. So great was his desperation that given the chance he might have bargained with the devil to make it stop. But the devil was callously cruel and afforded Snape no such luxury. The devil preferred to delight in watching him suffer.
It played before his eyes in a sequence of snatches and flashes. First the Astronomy tower back at Hogwarts. Dumbledore stood before him, expecting him to carry out their plan. When Snape’s gaze fell on the old man’s face, he just could not do it. Dumbledore flashed him a pleading look, a look that said “please, just do it. You promised”. Hating himself, sure his self-loathing was etched into the contours of his face, he raised his wand and before he knew what had happened the incantation had fallen out of his mouth and his mentor had tumbled backwards, spread-eagled almost comically in mid-air.Read More
The Land of Make Believe by cloemarrie
Summary: What if Edward didn't save Bella and Tylor's van did hit her, she ends up in a coma, and vampires really didn't exist? What if Edward's just a frigid virgin with his first crush, they aren't married, and all they knew wasn't real? All those answers and more lie in the land of make believe!
And then down from the stars she fell,
into the land of make believe
Her eyes wide open,
his name all but a memory.
Sweet pain and agony,
Into this land of make believe.
When I heard the front door open and then shut as she walked out, I picked up my cell phone and dialed the number I’d found for my dad.
After the fourth ring the answering machine picked up. Must be at work, I thought to myself. I then decided to write him a letter.
Hi, my name is Bella. You don’t know me but I believe that you are my father I have always wondered who my father was but my mother would never tell me your name or anything about you. The only reason why I know who you are now is due to the fact that I found my birth certificate and it had your name on it and I looked you up on the computer. I would really like to meet you and get to know you since I never got the chance growing up like all of the other kids I have met before each time we moved. I am sorry to spring this up on you, but I really want to get to know you because my mother will never tell me anything about you so I have to take matters in my own hands. I am on vacation from school right now and I would love to meet you and spend some time with you in Washington, I hope you get back to me and let me know how you feel about all of this. I look forward to hearing from you soon and hopefully get to know you more since I finally found you.
Neverland by MacKenzie Creations
Summary: The Moya crew returns to Terra Firma.
It wasn't until a couple of hours later that John noticed Oliva was favoring her left arm. "What's wrong with your arm?"
"Oh, nothing." John just stared at her. "It's fine. Just a little sore."
"I fell. You know how clumsy I can be."
"You were never clumsy before. And you weren't clumsy six months ago when I was here.” John pointed out.
Olivia just rolled her eyes and insisted, "It's nothing." She then walked outside to the porch and stared at the pond.
Jack went over to his son and informed him, "She's changed. It started when we thought… well, when you disappeared. I keep trying to get her to go to the doctor. I think she knows something is wrong. Suddenly becoming clumsy isn't normal. But, she refuses to go to the doctor. I think that she's afraid of what it could be."
Something about what his dad said held a ring of truth to it, but his dad's conclusions were all wrong. John knew this, but couldn't put his finger on what could be wrong.Read More
Stick a Fork in Her by GeezerWench
Summary: Receiving another cryptic set of coordinates from their father, Sam and Dean Winchester head to the Pacific Northwest where they're confronted by a different kind of werewolf, learn about a sparkly new type of vampire, and meet a girl who's fed up with all of it.
Even in their quick, initial research, they hadn't found any unusual happenings or any particularly strange disappearances, although there had been more than usual. Many were attributed to animal attacks, but things like that did actually happen in places where there were hundreds of square miles of mountains…and pine trees.
It was why Sam had wanted to find a library, get his hands on their computers, and research the local lore. Dean was more than happy to let Sam at it. Research could be pretty damn boring, and Sam loved that word "lore."
Dean climbed out of the car, shrugged on his worn jean jacket against the damp chilly air, and looked down the road. Not seeing anything but more faded asphalt and trees, he turned in the opposite direction and squinted.
He'd been there fifteen minutes and a car hadn't even driven by. Mystified, he hooked his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans and leaned back against the hood.
In the distance, he heard the whine of a struggling engine and an exhaust system that had seen better days. "Midasize it" immediately came to mind. After another moment, he spotted a rusted old Chevy truck coming toward him from the south. He cocked his head, examining the vehicle. It wouldn't be a bad ride if it was cleaned up, painted, had the dents pulled out, and had a new engine put in it. A little TLC would work wonders.Read More
Fly With Me by ForeverRobsessed
"Sorry, sorry, sorry," I chanted as I hopped into the car, rushing to buckle my seatbelt.
He wordlessly handed me a thermos, which I opened to breathe in the rich aroma of his mother's delicious hot chocolate.
"Mmmm," I moaned in pleasure. "Thank you."
He grunted, before pulling out of my driveway with an ease that came from years of practice.
Both Edward and I were currently in the senior year of high school, and we'd been riding together since Edward got his license six months before I did. Given that we were neighbors, he didn't have to go out of the way to pick me up. Back then, it'd just made sense, but ever since, it had become a comfortable habit. The days when I managed to get out of the house on time, we happily chatted on our way to school. But other days . . . conversation or lack thereof was debatable.
"Who was it this time?" he asked me, finally speaking up after five minutes of tense silence.
I bit my lip to hide a grin, happy that his mood was taking a turn for the better quicker than I'd expected.Read More
Fractured Dreams by Tufano79
Summary: Once she was old enough, N'essie joined Galaxy Fleet. She went through her training and became a healer, a doctor, the first in her class in Galaxy Fleet Medical. Aboard the ship, Valiant, N'essie, along with her fellow crew mates are deployed to a battle along the Solarian/Romulan border. They are there to provide medical relief for the Solari people and help end the battle.
Aboard the Valiant, they moved into a standard orbit and transported down to the surface. The city center had been completely obliterated. In the distance, the away team could hear bombing and phaser fire. N’essie slung her emergency med kit over her shoulder and zipped up her Galaxy Fleet jacket. “Stay armed and with your partner. Triage the victims and provide basic care. Anyone who is immediate medical attention, transport them directly to the infirmary aboard the Valiant or the Cigno. Understood?”
“Yes, ma’am,” said N’essie’s staff. They took off, scattering along the city center. N’essie and her nurse checked the buildings along the main street, looking for any survivors. However, there were none in the city center. All of the bodies were in various stages of decomposition.
“Dr. Cullen, there are no life signs,” said N’essie’s nurse, Alanna. “Should we ask Captain Mo’ranne to transport us closer to the fighting?”
N’essie was about to nod when her comm badge chirped. “Cullen,” she barked.
“Doctor, we are going to transport you closer to Captain Charanel’s location. They are under attack and need medical attention,” said Captain Mo’ranne. “Energizing.” N’essie, Alanna and her team were transported to a large outcropping of rocks. They immediately took cover as phaser fire rung out all around them. Her uncle crouched down next to her. He was bleeding from a cut on his face.Read More
The Ghost of my Love by WhiteOphelia
SUMMARY: When the one you love is only hurting you and the pain is making you start losing yourself bit by bit, is it possible to let them go and set yourself free? Is it really possible to let them go when the mere thought of their name causes your heart to flutter, and breathing without having them near you is so, so painful? Is it really possible to finally love yourself more?
When Darcy started reflecting about the moment her life took a turn for the worse, she would undoubtedly whisper a name: Steve.
Steve Rogers was the stuff of dreams.
Every girl grew up with the image of the perfect guy "à la Steve Rogers".
Every girl remembers the old saying of "Why settle for a nobody, when you can have a Steve Rogers?" when dealing with first loves - and first heartbreaks.
Studying US History was the highlight of the day of every high school student: the boys all wanted to be strong and fierce like Steve Rogers, and the girls all wanted to be Peggy Carter - because Peggy Carter was Steve Rogers' love interest and Steve Rogers was the perfect guy to introduce to your parents and family, to your friends and colleagues. The "boy-scout" with the body of a Greek god and the face of an angel.
The hot guy who'll love you, protect you and care for you.
The handsome man who'll be loyal to you, and to you only, and who'll give you the perfect life you deserve.
Then growing up, all girls started forgetting about the perfect boy and looking for the bad guy, the one wearing leather, with piercings and tattoos, the one with whom sneaking through your window and kissing behind his wheel. The one who'll break your heart but will give you one hell of a ride in the meantime.
But Steve Rogers? Steve Rogers will always be every girl first love.
Darcy Lewis always thought Steve Rogers was a lie.
How can a guy be this perfect? Surely even Captain America had skeletons or weird quirks, right? Maybe he was a freak under the sheets, or a complete mess? Maybe he wasn't that good of a kisser? A neat freak? Too bossy? Maybe he was a bit frigid, like the times of his youth asked for?
Darcy never was one of those girls who dream about the good guy, the perfect little family.
She didn't care about it - she still doesn't.
She never paid much attention to him while studying WWII, more interested in the political implications and consequences of the war.
She never paid much attention to the breathy sighs of her girl classmates when his picture popped up in her textbook. She never got it.
Who would want that much fake perfection?
She never paid much attention to him till the day she met him at Avengers Tower, on a Monday - because it's always on Monday, isn't it?
That fateful Monday of March 4, 2016 when she met the guy who'll first open up her heart to love and passion to then shatter it into million pieces. The one who'll break her soul and crush her dreams and hopes in a short few months.
The guy who'll change her forever.Read More
Sharp Left Turn by Fyrebyrd
SUMMARY: The kids are older, Jake and Seth are nine, the twins, five, and the princess is three. Edward and Bella face a situation Edward had hoped to avoid, though it was always inevitable.
My eyes search for the noise and immediately zero in on a group of boys gathered halfway between here and center field. And of fucking course, every single one of ours is in the middle of it.
I glance to my princess, unsure what to do, until Vic gives me a shove. “Go! I’ve got these.” She waves at the four smaller kids standing around us.
As I start moving, the ruckus gets louder, so my feet move faster. When I’m close enough to see clearly what’s happening, I notice a bigger kid, and two about the same size as my boys, are faced off with the Masen crew. I can’t quite make out the words yet, but it’s obviously a confrontation.
Just as I’m about to grab Jared’s shoulder, because he’s closest, Jake scoots to the side and sticks out his foot while Seth hauls back and shoves the big kid as hard as he can. The boy falls to the ground before I can catch him.
Due to the presence of an adult, namely me, the other two kids scatter, but the big one is already getting up. “I’m gonna make you pay, Looney Twins!” he yells and starts to charge at them, but I put my hand on his chest.
“You’re going to do no such thing,” I bark and turn to my boys. “I’m sure this is some kind of misunderstanding. Seth, Jake, apologize to this kid for making him fall.”
They both look at me like I’ve lost my damn mind, but I haven’t. I tense. “I said apologize,” I say in the most I-mean-business-dad-like voice I possess.
Both boys give me nasty looks, but at least they mumble, “Sorry.” Even though they don’t look at the kid.
I look back to the little fucker that called my sons a name. “This is the end of this little altercation. I suggest you not call my sons anything other than their names from here out. Got me?” I ask, giving him a withering stare.
He bobs his head quickly. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.” I move my hand from his chest and wave him away. “Now get out of here.” He scatters, and I turn my hard gaze to the rest of the Masens. “Get moving!”Read More
We Danced by EternallyEC
SUMMARY: When Clarke stumbles through the door of the bar where Lexa works after closing, she's suddenly very glad that she forgot to lock the door.
Lexa was exhausted as she went through the motions of her closing procedures. It had been a busy night, her tip jar was overflowing and her feet were killing her and she was just ready to go home, have a beer and pass out. She'd just begun sweeping when she heard movement coming from the front door and silently cursed herself for forgetting to lock the front door.
“I'm sorry, we're closed,” she called out as the door swung open to reveal a gorgeous blonde.
“I know,” the other woman said sheepishly, her cheeks pink as her chest heaved from the exertion. “I ran all the way back, I'm pretty sure I left my purse here earlier.”
Lexa cocked her head to the side as she tried to remember serving her, but it was no use. There had been such a crush of people that it was hardly surprising but she was still disappointed and almost glad that she hadn't missed out on seeing such a beautiful woman. “I have a purse behind the bar, I bet it's probably yours,” she smiled.Read More
This Is Who I Am by ncbexie2
Bella wakes up to unfamiliar surroundings, her head pounding and her eyesight bleary. She groans and sits up, leaning her weight on her arm as she looks around, blinking excessively in an attempt to see better. When she swallows, her throat is dry and a strip of pain deep in her throat lets her know just how much water her body is lacking. Her eyes land on the door, where she finds a blurred image of a tray with water—she hopes. She drags herself over to it by digging her fingers into the dirt below her and pulling her body slowly forward bit by bit. She cannot trust her leg which she is sure she broke falling as she ran away from a shadow.
A shadow she sees is her reality when the door swings open and copper assaults her eyes.
"Edward," she breathes, and she watches as the boy's nostrils flare, not used to her scent anymore after so long without it.
"Isabella," he replies in a flat tone of greeting, making her swallow back fear. She watches him like a hawk as he stands over her, eyes black and trained just on her, drinking in features his eyes have been missing for two years. "I've finally found you."
Bella's lips twist with anger but she says nothing, blinking as she continues to merely stare up at him. She's waiting for it--for the tirade she'd experienced last time only this time she knows it'll be worse. She mentally tries to prepare herself for the onslaught about to come.
But try all she might, she still flinches when it does.Read More
The Scent of Rain by Diannita
SUMMARY: Can you recall the day your life started? Most people think it starts with the day they're born,or the first day of school, high school graduation, college or even marriage. Most don't think it starts when your told you're going to die from something you had absolutely no control over. Bella was only 14 when a freak accident forever changed her life, and realized that any day could be her last. Now 25, she lives life to the fullest while helping those with the same disease, cope and move forward with their lives. She meets Edward, a handsome writer who is persistent on getting to know Bella, However Bella doesn't want to take the risk. She knows she's living on burrowed time and doesn't want to worry about falling for someone who doesn't have to worry about something she's forever stuck with. However, Edward won't take no for an answer, and wants to get to know Bella... but will he stick around knowing that any day could be Bella's last.
Ugh, talk about life sucking!
A few weeks ago life was good, I had just started high school, I was getting ready to celebrate my 15th birthday, and I had just found out my best friend, who currently lives in a different state, is coming down to celebrate my birthday with me.
Woohoo!! Everything was just freaking dandy!
Then a freak accident, my mom and I are driving home from the grocery store when some moron runs a red light and smashes right into us. Mom's okay, but I ended up with a broken arm and had to have emergency surgery.
That was no freaking picnic!
Three weeks later, the day before my 15th birthday, I have the worst flu that has ever bestowed an almost 15 year old body. I mean come on mother nature, give a girl a fucking break!Read More