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Word for today is: independence
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July 2 2006, 14:28:45 UTC 5 years ago
Fandom: Harry Potter
Author:
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything in association with him belongs to JKR.
Rating: all ages
Pairing: Andromeda Black/Ted Tonks
Summary: Andromeda is worried but happy
Beta: Unbetaed for now.
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Andromeda was lying on her back staring at the cracked ceiling of the cheap motel room and wondered if it hadn't been more sensible to stay at home and listen to her parents and marry whichever pureblood wizard of good family they chose for her or find one herself that they could approve of. But in her heart of hearts she knew that it would never have made her happy, and she only thought about it sometimes.
Ted made her happy. Ted made her so happy that it had been surprisingly easy to say goodbye to the privileged Miss Andromeda Black, of wealthy and respected family and hello to Mrs. Andromeda Tonks, the wife of a Muggle bus driver with just enough money between his hands to provide his wife with a small house in a decent part of London, but not much else.
It had been a turbulent couple of weeks. She had gone from seeing Ted on the sly to discovering she was pregnant, mistakenly confiding in Narcissa, who had immediately tattled to Mother who in turn had brought both her own and Fathers authority down on Andromeda like a sledge hammer, to leaving her childhood home in the dead of night and marrying Ted Tonks just a few short hours ago.
She rolled over on her side and looked at her husband. She would have to learn how to live like a Muggle. It would be too dangerous for either of them if she were to set foot in the Wizarding world again. Her father probably already had people out looking for her and she couldn't afford the risk that they would pick up her magical signature. Until things had calmed down a bit, she'd have to keep a low profile. Andromeda knew that Ted didn't really care whether she stopped using magic or not, he had a tendency to forget that she wasn't an ordinary Muggle. It was part of why she found him so charming, the baffled wonder on his face when he had first discovered that she was a witch. Hopefully her child's magic wouldn't manifest too early, and by the time he or she were old enough to start at Hogwarts, the whole debacle should have died down.
But in spite of all her worries about whether or not they would make good parents, her loss of her entire family and inheritance and the danger she had put not only herself but also Ted in, Andromeda had never felt happier in her life.
She was ready to stand on her own two feet.
July 2 2006, 16:58:39 UTC 5 years ago
Fandom: Original
Rating: G
July 2 2006, 17:52:56 UTC 5 years ago
July 2 2006, 20:31:20 UTC 5 years ago
distraction # 159
hmm, not totally happy, but let's see:Title: Sink or swim
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Please note that I just saw the word and wrote the first thing that came to my mind.
July 2 2006, 20:49:37 UTC 5 years ago
Fandom: Original
Ship: Fly/Honey Pot
Rating: G
Length: 400
Genre: Hurt/Comfort. Sort of.
A.N: I think there may be something wrong with my brain...
(Honey Honey)
July 2 2006, 22:38:02 UTC 5 years ago
Fandom: AU Star Trek
Rating: PG-13
July 3 2006, 21:32:04 UTC 5 years ago
Fandom: Life With Derek
Rating: PG
Word Count: 364
July 4 2006, 01:32:01 UTC 5 years ago
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Characters: Kaiba Seto, Kaiba Mokuba
Rating: PG
Link: Here.
July 4 2006, 12:54:26 UTC 5 years ago
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: PG (to be safe)
Genre: Angst
Notes: To anyone who knows Naruto, I've never read the manga or watched the anime. So I don't know the details of this incident. Please tell me if they're off a little?
The Flavour of Silence
July 4 2006, 19:25:20 UTC 5 years ago
Title: The Last Minute
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Rating: PG, just to be safe.
Link: Here
July 5 2006, 07:00:04 UTC 5 years ago
Pairings: Cedric/Hermione
Summary: He gave her a gift to remember during dark times.
Rating: PG
July 5 2006, 13:11:51 UTC 5 years ago
Run Away
TITLE: Run AwayFANDOM: Original
RATING: K
SUMMARY: A girl running away to independence
Click here
July 5 2006, 19:05:30 UTC 5 years ago
Fandom: Final Fantasy IX
Pairing/character: Freya
Rating: G
July 6 2006, 06:08:58 UTC 5 years ago
Fandom: Original
Rating:G
She sat dreaming quietly. The world was blue, she thought, as blue as the sky stretching straight over head. Who was to say what would happen today, the next day, all the days after? Let the world take care of itself. At the moment she was simply she, herself, being quiet this moment of blue and summer. The hammock was soft beneath her body and Tim would be coming over this afternoon. She wondered if he would take her up in his plane. The clouds rolling by were large and dreamy, so dreamy...with a start she awoke, sitting up straight and realizing that she'd been asleep for a while-the angle of the sun had changed and it was even hotter than before. She wondered vaguely what had woken her, then heard an odd sound above, something that sounded at once vaguely familiar and infinitely strange. She twisted her head up and looked at the sky. Red-striped planes shot by overhead with a long whine like the screeching of a match on metal. Inwardly she cringed, but outwardly she was too stupefied for a moment to even move. Then all at once she realized what the planes had meant, and looking down toward the harbor she saw the smoke rising and more planes flying...the world narrowed down instantly into a screaming tunnel of darkness and fear, and wildly, all thoughts of sleep or summer gone, she took off for the harbour, a single word pounding its way into her brain. "Tom. Tom"
Under the light of the blue a slim figure plunged into the smoke and disappeared. That summer, the summer of her life, was over.
July 7 2006, 01:47:55 UTC 5 years ago
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: Adult.
Warnings: Non-graphic PWP? Is that even a category? m/m incest.
Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 338
Anonymous
July 7 2006, 19:53:52 UTC 5 years ago
my own man
title: my own manfandom: buffy/angel
rating: PG for a dark tone
spoilers: general through season six
words: 256
http://riaingrey.blogspot.com/2006/07/fr
cheers
riain grey
July 7 2006, 23:55:42 UTC 5 years ago
FANDOM: Supernatural
RATING: PG (gen)
CHARACTERS: Dean, Pastor Jim, John. Mention of wee!Sam.
NOTES: 400 words. Pastor Jim brings Dean home after a successful kill.
July 8 2006, 05:11:10 UTC 5 years ago
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Word Count: 450
Rating: PG
Summery: His father left the woman he loved, and so could he.
A/N: Just a plot bunny that came to me after seeing "Dead Man's Chest" today. You seen the movie, you know what I mean.
Allowance
July 8 2006, 06:16:07 UTC 5 years ago
Title: Release
Rating: G
Fandom: The Wheel of Time
Synopsis: At the dawn of the Fourth Age, one woman finds a beginning where she'd expected an end.
July 9 2006, 16:03:04 UTC 5 years ago
Series: Project M.I.S.T.: Chikyuu (my original series)
Rating: PG? PG-13? Talk of spilling blood and killing people.
Summary: Makura contemplates on following the footsteps of her late father . . .as much as it is treason to her world.
No child should be forced into the adult’s world of independence so quickly. Not at the age of eleven.
Since they executed my father for crimes of high treason a few years back, people look at me as if I am sort of hell spawn. They avoid me like the plague. These same people, who once would go out of their way to say hello and offer me advice, little treats and warm kindness. Now there’s nothing but cold inside of me.
Of course, when your father is a diplomatic ambassador from across the sea people do take notice and follow his and your own actions rather quickly.
Then again there’s been a lot to question about him I suppose . . .well since my arrival anyway. Father told me my mother passed away during child birth, and it took me some time to get over the usual guilt that I am responsible for her death, hence given my powers of necromancy and resurrection . . .yet why did the latter not help her make it through?
But I remember then, mancer abilities do not surface at birth, but a year after you’ve existed in this world. It makes me wonder about those innocent babies who passed away from disease and murder, before they could discover what they were capable of in this world . . .
I know of my powers, and I know of my purpose in this world . . .the purpose however, I should have never known. To be the Failsafe . . .incase she whom cannot rule if she is killed . . .to become the new bloodline. For a while I thought . . .no one would accept my rule if she died. Things I ponder, should have never crossed my mind to begin with. I mean, it was only discovered when we were playmates back so long ago . . .now she’s gone to a strange world . . .Earth was it?
The ghost of a comrade of my father appeared, bringing ideas of going to that world, and spilling her blood, those of the comrades taken to provide support and companionship. I hated her at first, this ally to my father. I felt she was responsible for his execution. I know she convinced him to commit the crime of treason in general.
But as time passed, and as she continued to persuade, I began to think of other possibilities. What if I did become the Twilight? Though I traveled with my father around our world at such a young age I have seen a lot of problems. There’s so much poverty in the eastern provinces that it is shocking. Bodies all over the streets and not a person stops by to help or to even give blessings of peaceful rest. Hell . . .no one even stops to help the little children. They ignore them, thinking the problem will go away by this method perhaps? I remember one time . . .a little boy and his older sister crouched beside a woman; assuming their mother is this woman? No one stopped . . .and I remember my father commented on how horrible it was . . .yet he did not stop either.
Sure . . .this is high treason to murder the royal family members . . .especially the Twilight. But I’ve seen all the horrors of the world that need mending . . .while she is on Earth, sheltered away from our reality. So much needs mending . . .yet am I willing to go the path of my parent? What would have my mother said if she was alive? I’m sure she would have stopped us . . .mother’s are good like that. But . . .I should at least try to look at the positive aspects. It takes a way to create peace sometimes . . .and sometimes the death of one can bring great salvation to many. So . . .the risk of high treason it shall be for my life now.
Like father, like daughter I suppose.
July 10 2006, 07:48:22 UTC 5 years ago
Genre: folklore
Author:
Rating: PG
Warnings: slash
Notes: Another installment to my Snow White retelling, again following the previous one in sequence.
Other installments can be read here.
July 10 2006, 21:03:00 UTC 5 years ago
July 12 2006, 18:36:13 UTC 5 years ago
Fandom: ER
Pairing: Neela/Ray
Rating: PG/PG-13
A/N: Somewhat AU, somewhat post-S12.
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“Don’t talk to me about dependence, Neela.”
The words spattered on her shirt in an angry spray of vodka and coke. Mostly vodka. She was silent.
“Don’t talk to me. Look at you. Clinging to the remains of a marriage that wasn’t really a marriage in the first place! More like an arrangement, or an agreement, or… Sympathy I don’t need. Sympathy I have, right here.” He thrust the bottle he was holding into her face. She didn’t flinch.
“I am. A man. I am…” He slid to the ground before the words had properly come out. “The only man for you.”
Neela just nodded, the muscles in her arms fueled by the kind of adrenaline only anger really ever provides as she dragged him across the living room carpet to the bathroom.
“My husband dies, and you decide to get drunk.” She blew out a furious sigh through clenched teeth.
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She wants to cry, completely and utterly, just cry and cry and never stop, and then join him in the tub, drench herself with alcohol like he does, like he can. He has no right. No reason and no right.
Instead, she turns on the tap. Cold. He hardly reacts, passed out, done with his diatribe.
With a calmer sigh now she rearranges him in the tub, watching his clothes bunch and bubble in odd places, pockets of material swelling as the water rises. She pushes back his bangs and just stares for a good long while. At him, at the while tile on the wall, at the faded blue soap in the soap dish.
He won’t remember this tomorrow. Not at all. She knows she will not have the heart to tell him, to start an argument. “You asshole,” she could say. “The worst friend I ever had and I am never talking to you ever again.” But that would just break him. He doesn’t realize how stupid he is when he’s this drunk, or the absolute agony he’s been putting her through these last few weeks. Maybe she shouldn’t visit any more.
But then, how could she forgive herself? He needs her so much, after all.
August 8 2006, 22:23:45 UTC 5 years ago
November 20 2006, 22:59:48 UTC 5 years ago
Fandom: Brutality RPG
Rating: G