A Wind Has Blown the Sky Away
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Author has written 6 stories for Vampire Diaries, Septimus Heap, and Harry Potter.

Hi, I'm Belle. I spend my free time drinking tea, reading, baking yummy things and embroidering random stuff. I wish I lived in the countryside but I don't... which is annoying.

In case you can't already tell, I'm far too pretentious for my own good and spend every waking moment annoying others by singing whatever happens to be in my head. If only I could have a mug of steaming tea at any moment, but life is just too cruel, it seems. I'm currently hugely frustrated seeing as the 'back' space on my keyboard has come off and I keep making mistakes... grr.

Not sure why I just wrote this, besides I doubt anyone will ever read this and if they do their only thought will be 'Huh?' but meh.

...Totally wasting my Sunday afternoon WHY can't I muster the energy to go on a walk... it's so lovely and brisk and wintery out there... I'm so lazy... Mmm, crumpets... I need to finish my maths homework...


"We've roamed the wild country,

My beautiful yellow eyes.

Side by side we've hunted

Shadows dancing on northern skies."


"The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea

In a beautiful pea green boat,

They took some honey, and plenty of money,

Wrapped up in a five pound note."


"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"


as is the sea marvelous
from god’s
hands which sent her forth
to sleep upon the world

and the earth withers
the moon crumbles
one by one
stars flutter into dust

but the sea
does not change
and she goes forth out of hands and
she returns into hands

and is with sleep….

love,
the breaking

of your
soul
upon
my lips


"MORNING and evening
Maids heard the goblins cry:
'Come buy our orchard fruits,
Come buy, come buy:
Apples and quinces,
Lemons and oranges,
Plump unpecked cherries-
Melons and raspberries,
Bloom-down-cheeked peaches,
Swart-headed mulberries,
Wild free-born cranberries,
Crab-apples, dewberries,
Pine-apples, blackberries,
Apricots, strawberries--
All ripe together
In summer weather--
Morns that pass by,
Fair eves that fly;
Come buy, come buy;
Our grapes fresh from the vine,
Pomegranates full and fine,
Dates and sharp bullaces,
Rare pears and greengages,
Damsons and bilberries,
Taste them and try:
Currants and gooseberries,
Bright-fire-like barberries,
Figs to fill your mouth,
Citrons from the South,
Sweet to tongue and sound to eye,
Come buy, come buy.'

Evening by evening
Among the brookside rushes,
Laura bowed her head to hear,
Lizzie veiled her blushes:
Crouching close together
In the cooling weather,
With clasping arms and cautioning lips,
With tingling cheeks and finger-tips.
'Lie close,' Laura said,
Pricking up her golden head:
'We must not look at goblin men,
We must not buy their fruits:
Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry thirsty roots?'
'Come buy,' call the goblins
Hobbling down the glen.
'O!' cried Lizzie, 'Laura, Laura,
You should not peep at goblin men.'
Lizzie covered up her eyes
Covered close lest they should look;
Laura reared her glossy head,
And whispered like the restless brook:
'Look, Lizzie, look, Lizzie,
Down the glen tramp little men.
One hauls a basket,
One bears a plate,
One lugs a golden dish
Of many pounds' weight.
How fair the vine must grow
Whose grapes are so luscious;
How warm the wind must blow
Through those fruit bushes.'
'No,' said Lizzie, 'no, no, no;
Their offers should not charm us,
Their evil gifts would harm us.'
She thrust a dimpled finger
In each ear, shut eyes and ran:
Curious Laura chose to linger
Wondering at each merchant man.
One had a cat's face,
One whisked a tail,
One tramped at a rat's pace,
One crawled like a snail,
One like a wombat prowled obtuse and furry,
One like a ratel tumbled hurry-scurry.
Lizzie heard a voice like voice of doves
Cooing all together:
They sounded kind and full of loves
In the pleasant weather.

Laura stretched her gleaming neck
Like a rush-imbedded swan,
Like a lily from the beck,
Like a moonlit poplar branch,
Like a vessel at the launch
When its last restraint is gone.

Backwards up the mossy glen
Turned and trooped the goblin men,
With their shrill repeated cry,
'Come buy, come buy.'
When they reached where Laura was
They stood stock still upon the moss,
Leering at each other,
Brother with queer brother;
Signalling each other,
Brother with sly brother.
One set his basket down,
One reared his plate;
One began to weave a crown
Of tendrils, leaves, and rough nuts brown
(Men sell not such in any town);
One heaved the golden weight
Of dish and fruit to offer her:
'Come buy, come buy,' was still their cry.
Laura stared but did not stir,
Longed but had no money:
The whisk-tailed merchant bade her taste
In tones as smooth as honey,
The cat-faced purr'd,
The rat-paced spoke a word
Of welcome, and the snail-paced even was heard;
One parrot-voiced and jolly
Cried 'Pretty Goblin' still for 'Pretty Polly';
One whistled like a bird.

But sweet-tooth Laura spoke in haste:
'Good folk, I have no coin;
To take were to purloin:
I have no copper in my purse,
I have no silver either,
And all my gold is on the furze
That shakes in windy weather
Above the rusty heather.'
'You have much gold upon your head,'
They answered altogether:
'Buy from us with a golden curl.'
She clipped a precious golden lock,
She dropped a tear more rare than pearl,
Then sucked their fruit globes fair or red:
Sweeter than honey from the rock,
Stronger than man-rejoicing wine,
Clearer than water flowed that juice;
She never tasted such before,
How should it cloy with length of use?
She sucked and sucked and sucked the more
Fruits which that unknown orchard bore,
She sucked until her lips were sore;
Then flung the emptied rinds away,
But gathered up one kernel stone,
And knew not was it night or day
As she turned home alone.

Lizzie met her at the gate
Full of wise upbraidings:
'Dear, you should not stay so late,
Twilight is not good for maidens;
Should not loiter in the glen
In the haunts of goblin men.
Do you not remember Jeanie,
How she met them in the moonlight,
Took their gifts both choice and many,
Ate their fruits and wore their flowers
Plucked from bowers
Where summer ripens at all hours?
But ever in the moonlight
She pined and pined away;
Sought them by night and day,
Found them no more, but dwindled and grew gray;
Then fell with the first snow,
While to this day no grass will grow
Where she lies low:
I planted daisies there a year ago
That never blow.
You should not loiter so.'
'Nay hush,' said Laura.
'Nay hush, my sister:
I ate and ate my fill,
Yet my mouth waters still;
To-morrow night I will
Buy more,' and kissed her.
'Have done with sorrow;
I'll bring you plums to-morrow
Fresh on their mother twigs,
Cherries worth getting;
You cannot think what figs
My teeth have met in,
What melons, icy-cold
Piled on a dish of gold
Too huge for me to hold,
What peaches with a velvet nap,
Pellucid grapes without one seed:
Odorous indeed must be the mead
Whereon they grow, and pure the wave they drink,
With lilies at the brink,
And sugar-sweet their sap.'

Golden head by golden head,
Like two pigeons in one nest
Folded in each other's wings,
They lay down, in their curtained bed:
Like two blossoms on one stem,
Like two flakes of new-fallen snow,
Like two wands of ivory
Tipped with gold for awful kings.
Moon and stars beamed in at them,
Wind sang to them lullaby,
Lumbering owls forbore to fly,
Not a bat flapped to and fro
Round their rest:
Cheek to cheek and breast to breast
Locked together in one nest.

Early in the morning
When the first cock crowed his warning,
Neat like bees, as sweet and busy,
Laura rose with Lizzie:
Fetched in honey, milked the cows,
Aired and set to rights the house,
Kneaded cakes of whitest wheat,
Cakes for dainty mouths to eat,
Next churned butter, whipped up cream,
Fed their poultry, sat and sewed;
Talked as modest maidens should
Lizzie with an open heart,
Laura in an absent dream,
One content, one sick in part;
One warbling for the mere bright day's delight,
One longing for the night.

At length slow evening came--
They went with pitchers to the reedy brook;
Lizzie most placid in her look,
Laura most like a leaping flame.
They drew the gurgling water from its deep
Lizzie plucked purple and rich golden flags,
Then turning homeward said: 'The sunset flushes
Those furthest loftiest crags;
Come, Laura, not another maiden lags,
No wilful squirrel wags,
The beasts and birds are fast asleep.'
But Laura loitered still among the rushes
And said the bank was steep.

And said the hour was early still,
The dew not fallen, the wind not chill:
Listening ever, but not catching
The customary cry,
'Come buy, come buy,'
With its iterated jingle
Of sugar-baited words:
Not for all her watching
Once discerning even one goblin
Racing, whisking, tumbling, hobbling;
Let alone the herds
That used to tramp along the glen,
In groups or single,
Of brisk fruit-merchant men.

Till Lizzie urged, 'O Laura, come,
I hear the fruit-call, but I dare not look:
You should not loiter longer at this brook:
Come with me home.
The stars rise, the moon bends her arc,
Each glow-worm winks her spark,
Let us get home before the night grows dark;
For clouds may gather even
Though this is summer weather,
Put out the lights and drench us through;
Then if we lost our way what should we do?'

Laura turned cold as stone
To find her sister heard that cry alone,
That goblin cry,
'Come buy our fruits, come buy.'
Must she then buy no more such dainty fruit?
Must she no more such succous pasture find,
Gone deaf and blind?
Her tree of life drooped from the root:
She said not one word in her heart's sore ache;
But peering thro' the dimness, naught discerning,
Trudged home, her pitcher dripping all the way;
So crept to bed, and lay
Silent 'til Lizzie slept;
Then sat up in a passionate yearning,
And gnashed her teeth for balked desire, and wept
As if her heart would break.

Day after day, night after night,
Laura kept watch in vain,
In sullen silence of exceeding pain.
She never caught again the goblin cry:
'Come buy, come buy,'
She never spied the goblin men
Hawking their fruits along the glen:
But when the noon waxed bright
Her hair grew thin and gray;
She dwindled, as the fair full moon doth turn
To swift decay, and burn
Her fire away.

One day remembering her kernel-stone
She set it by a wall that faced the south;
Dewed it with tears, hoped for a root,
Watched for a waxing shoot,
But there came none;
It never saw the sun,
It never felt the trickling moisture run:
While with sunk eyes and faded mouth
She dreamed of melons, as a traveller sees
False waves in desert drouth
With shade of leaf-crowned trees,
And burns the thirstier in the sandful breeze.

She no more swept the house,
Tended the fowls or cows,
Fetched honey, kneaded cakes of wheat,
Brought water from the brook:
But sat down listless in the chimney-nook
And would not eat.

Tender Lizzie could not bear
To watch her sister's cankerous care,
Yet not to share.
She night and morning
Caught the goblins' cry:
'Come buy our orchard fruits,
Come buy, come buy.'
Beside the brook, along the glen
She heard the tramp of goblin men,
The voice and stir
Poor Laura could not hear;
Longed to buy fruit to comfort her,
But feared to pay too dear,

She thought of Jeanie in her grave,
Who should have been a bride;
But who for joys brides hope to have
Fell sick and died
In her gay prime,
In earliest winter-time,
With the first glazing rime,
With the first snow-fall of crisp winter-time.

Till Laura, dwindling,
Seemed knocking at Death's door:
Then Lizzie weighed no more
Better and worse,
But put a silver penny in her purse,
Kissed Laura, crossed the heath with clumps of furze
At twilight, halted by the brook,
And for the first time in her life
Began to listen and look.

Laughed every goblin
When they spied her peeping:
Came towards her hobbling,
Flying, running, leaping,
Puffing and blowing,
Chuckling, clapping, crowing,
Clucking and gobbling,
Mopping and mowing,
Full of airs and graces,
Pulling wry faces,
Demure grimaces,
Cat-like and rat-like,
Ratel and wombat-like,
Snail-paced in a hurry,
Parrot-voiced and whistler,
Helter-skelter, hurry-skurry,
Chattering like magpies,
Fluttering like pigeons,
Gliding like fishes, --
Hugged her and kissed her;
Squeezed and caressed her;
Stretched up their dishes,
Panniers and plates:
"Look at our apples
Russet and dun,
Bob at our cherries
Bite at our peaches,
Citrons and dates,
Grapes for the asking,
Pears red with basking
Out in the sun,
Plums on their twigs;
Pluck them and suck them,
Pomegranates, figs."

'Good folk,' said Lizzie,
Mindful of Jeanie,
'Give me much and many'; --
Held out her apron,
Tossed them her penny.
'Nay, take a seat with us,
Honor and eat with us,'
They answered grinning;
'Our feast is but beginning.
Night yet is early,
Warm and dew-pearly,
Wakeful and starry:
Such fruits as these
No man can carry;
Half their bloom would fly,
Half their dew would dry,
Half their flavor would pass by.
Sit down and feast with us,
Be welcome guest with us,
Cheer you and rest with us.'
'Thank you," said Lizzie; 'but one waits
At home alone for me:
So, without further parleying,
If you will not sell me any
Of your fruits though much and many,
Give me back my silver penny
I tossed you for a fee.'
They began to scratch their pates,
No longer wagging, purring,
But visibly demurring,
Grunting and snarling.
One called her proud,
Cross-grained, uncivil;
Their tones waxed loud,
Their looks were evil.
Lashing their tails
They trod and hustled her,
Elbowed and jostled her,
Clawed with their nails,
Barking, mewing, hissing, mocking,
Tore her gown and soiled her stocking,
Twitched her hair out by the roots,
Stamped upon her tender feet,
Held her hands and squeezed their fruits
Against her mouth to make her eat.

White and golden Lizzie stood,
Like a lily in a flood,
Like a rock of blue-veined stone
Lashed by tides obstreperously, --
Like a beacon left alone
In a hoary roaring sea,
Sending up a golden fire, --
Like a fruit-crowned orange-tree
White with blossoms honey-sweet
Sore beset by wasp and bee, --
Like a royal virgin town
Topped with gilded dome and spire
Close beleaguered by a fleet
Mad to tear her standard down.

One may lead a horse to water,
Twenty cannot make him drink.
Though the goblins cuffed and caught her,
Coaxed and fought her,
Bullied and besought her,
Scratched her, pinched her black as ink,
Kicked and knocked her,
Mauled and mocked her,
Lizzie uttered not a word;
Would not open lip from lip
Lest they should cram a mouthful in;
But laughed in heart to feel the drip
Of juice that syruped all her face,
And lodged in dimples of her chin,
And streaked her neck which quaked like curd.
At last the evil people,
Worn out by her resistance,
Flung back her penny, kicked their fruit
Along whichever road they took,
Not leaving root or stone or shoot.
Some writhed into the ground,
Some dived into the brook
With ring and ripple.
Some scudded on the gale without a sound,
Some vanished in the distance.

In a smart, ache, tingle,
Lizzie went her way;
Knew not was it night or day;
Sprang up the bank, tore through the furze,
Threaded copse and dingle,
And heard her penny jingle
Bouncing in her purse, --
Its bounce was music to her ear.
She ran and ran
As if she feared some goblin man
Dogged her with gibe or curse
Or something worse:
But not one goblin skurried after,
Nor was she pricked by fear;
The kind heart made her windy-paced
That urged her home quite out of breath with haste
And inward laughter.

She cried "Laura," up the garden,
"Did you miss me ?
Come and kiss me.
Never mind my bruises,
Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices
Squeezed from goblin fruits for you,
Goblin pulp and goblin dew.
Eat me, drink me, love me;
Laura, make much of me:
For your sake I have braved the glen
And had to do with goblin merchant men."

Laura started from her chair,
Flung her arms up in the air,
Clutched her hair:
'Lizzie, Lizzie, have you tasted
For my sake the fruit forbidden?
Must your light like mine be hidden,
Your young life like mine be wasted,
Undone in mine undoing,
And ruined in my ruin;
Thirsty, cankered, goblin-ridden?'
She clung about her sister,
Kissed and kissed and kissed her:
Tears once again
Refreshed her shrunken eyes,
Dropping like rain
After long sultry drouth;
Shaking with aguish fear, and pain,
She kissed and kissed her with a hungry mouth.

Her lips began to scorch,
That juice was wormwood to her tongue,
She loathed the feast:
Writhing as one possessed she leaped and sung,
Rent all her robe, and wrung
Her hands in lamentable haste,
And beat her breast.
Her locks streamed like the torch
Borne by a racer at full speed,
Or like the mane of horses in their flight,
Or like an eagle when she stems the light
Straight toward the sun,
Or like a caged thing freed,
Or like a flying flag when armies run.

Swift fire spread through her veins, knocked at her heart,
Met the fire smouldering there
And overbore its lesser flame,
She gorged on bitterness without a name:
Ah! fool, to choose such part
Of soul-consuming care!
Sense failed in the mortal strife:
Like the watch-tower of a town
Which an earthquake shatters down,
Like a lightning-stricken mast,
Like a wind-uprooted tree
Spun about,
Like a foam-topped water-spout
Cast down headlong in the sea,
She fell at last;
Pleasure past and anguish past,
Is it death or is it life ?

Life out of death.
That night long Lizzie watched by her,
Counted her pulse's flagging stir,
Felt for her breath,
Held water to her lips, and cooled her face
With tears and fanning leaves:
But when the first birds chirped about their eaves,
And early reapers plodded to the place
Of golden sheaves,
And dew-wet grass
Bowed in the morning winds so brisk to pass,
And new buds with new day
Opened of cup-like lilies on the stream,
Laura awoke as from a dream,
Laughed in the innocent old way,
Hugged Lizzie but not twice or thrice;
Her gleaming locks showed not one thread of gray,
Her breath was sweet as May,
And light danced in her eyes.

Days, weeks, months,years
Afterwards, when both were wives
With children of their own;
Their mother-hearts beset with fears,
Their lives bound up in tender lives;
Laura would call the little ones
And tell them of her early prime,
Those pleasant days long gone
Of not-returning time:
Would talk about the haunted glen,
The wicked, quaint fruit-merchant men,
Their fruits like honey to the throat,
But poison in the blood;
(Men sell not such in any town;)
Would tell them how her sister stood
In deadly peril to do her good,
And win the fiery antidote:
Then joining hands to little hands
Would bid them cling together,
'For there is no friend like a sister,
In calm or stormy weather,
To cheer one on the tedious way,
To fetch one if one goes astray,
To lift one if one totters down,
To strengthen whilst one stands."


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Bring Me Back by beneath the stars reviews
So maybe she realized that someone genuinely cared about her without ulterior motives. Maybe she realized that she needed Stiles in her life to keep her grounded, to shed some light on her life, to bring her out of the darkness.
Teen Wolf - Rated: K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,517 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 23 - Follows: 3 - Published: 6/26/2012 - Lydia M., Stiles - Complete
Something RomeoandJulietish by OwlinAMinor reviews
It's like Romeo and Juliet, only funnier, less depressing, more perverted, and with a whole lot more Bacon. Eggy. Gazzy/OC. Fax in later chapters. Read at your own risk.
Maximum Ride - Rated: T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 25 - Words: 89,496 - Reviews: 339 - Favs: 79 - Follows: 65 - Updated: 6/22/2012 - Published: 6/20/2011 - Iggy, Ella - Complete
Wait and See by likemoves reviews
Étienne St. Clair's senior year as told from his point of view.
Anna and the French Kiss - Rated: T - English - Angst/Romance - Chapters: 20 - Words: 20,578 - Reviews: 51 - Favs: 76 - Follows: 50 - Updated: 6/10/2012 - Published: 10/27/2011 - Etienne, Anna O.
And So Was Lyra by LucyCrewe11 reviews
One-shot vignette set after The Amber Spyglass. Pairing: Lyra/Will.
His Dark Materials - Rated: K - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 829 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 22 - Follows: 1 - Published: 5/29/2012 - Lyra B./S./Lizzy B., Will P. - Complete
You Don't Know Me by Tainted Revenge reviews
Milo is set on Jenna finding an escort, but this makes her...unhappy. And a raging Jenna is the last thing Beetle, or anyone, needs.
Septimus Heap - Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,231 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 2 - Published: 4/5/2012 - Beetle B., Jenna H. - Complete
She makes you human by tasha.eliza reviews
He understands steel. He doesn't understand her. "Nothing fuels a good flirtation, Like need and anger and desperation" But he's starting to.
Demon's Lexicon - Rated: T - English - Romance/Suspense - Chapters: 1 - Words: 271 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 5 - Published: 3/16/2012 - Mae, Nick R. - Complete
The Goblin Market Drums by tasha.eliza reviews
Nick had seen Mae excited before...But now, as she stood in the doorway, he knew that this level of excitement was something else. Quit possibly a sign of some underlying medical condition. More likely than not dangerous.
Demon's Lexicon - Rated: T - English - Humor/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 684 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 2 - Published: 3/16/2012 - Nick R., Mae
A Moment Before Death by thebrunetteone reviews
An interpretation of the night before Torak leaves Renn to find the Eagle Owl Mage, he finds himself struggling to rein in his emotions.
Chronicles of Ancient Darkness - Rated: K+ - English - Angst/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,073 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 8 - Published: 12/10/2011 - Complete
I'm Not Your Paradise, Girl by truglasgowgal reviews
There's just something about her, Rachael, something about her that he can't stay away from. Besides, she makes the idea of not dying even more appealing. Who is he to turn her away? Rated for language.
Beaver Falls - Rated: M - English - Chapters: 1 - Words: 6,329 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 14 - Follows: 1 - Published: 11/8/2011 - Flynn, Rachel - Complete
Snaps by Jewels5 reviews
James comes up with a nickname.
Harry Potter - Rated: K+ - English - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,680 - Reviews: 300 - Favs: 767 - Follows: 88 - Published: 5/1/2011 - James P., Lily Evans P. - Complete
Resolution by WeasleyWannabee reviews
"I think you're an arrogant, selfish pig, and I think you'd be doing both of us a favor if you just left me alone!" Potter stared at me for a moment, an unreadable expression in his hazel eyes, before uttering a single word: "Okay." J/L, Lily's POV.
Harry Potter - Rated: T - English - Humor/Romance - Chapters: 37 - Words: 181,625 - Reviews: 1777 - Favs: 1,410 - Follows: 544 - Updated: 3/26/2011 - Published: 8/20/2010 - Lily Evans P., James P. - Complete
Graphite and Paper Cuts by mutemockingjay reviews
He had never made anything like it before, and only hoped it would bring a smile on her face. Dark on Fire companion oneshot. Church/Tex. Happy very belated birthday, Martienne!
Hunger Games - Rated: K+ - English - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,060 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Published: 2/8/2011 - Complete
Lockdown by Nice-one reviews
Takes place after 2x03. Damon and Elena are locked up in the boarding house together after an ancient spell is released. How will these once upon a time friends cope? Final chapter is up! One chapter sequel can be found on my profile.
Vampire Diaries - Rated: K+ - English - Suspense/Romance - Chapters: 11 - Words: 45,286 - Reviews: 627 - Favs: 534 - Follows: 285 - Updated: 11/19/2010 - Published: 10/12/2010 - Damon S., Elena G. - Complete
50 Days of Not Forgetting by ThreeJays reviews
**SPOILERS through 2x08** Short entries from Elena's diary where she deals with the confession she was never supposed to remember. Damon/Elena with some Stefan/Elena initially.
Vampire Diaries - Rated: T - English - Angst/Romance - Chapters: 4 - Words: 4,882 - Reviews: 129 - Favs: 236 - Follows: 51 - Updated: 11/11/2010 - Published: 11/9/2010 - Damon S., Elena G. - Complete
In A Relationship by WaitingForNoExit reviews
Dean teaches Castiel how to use Facebook. Destiel, complete crack.
Supernatural - Rated: K+ - English - Humor/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 805 - Reviews: 59 - Favs: 270 - Follows: 12 - Published: 10/1/2010 - Castiel, Dean W. - Complete
Whispers by aecul reviews
25 bits of BeetlexJenna fluff. No chronological order.
Septimus Heap - Rated: K+ - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,086 - Reviews: 27 - Favs: 21 - Follows: 1 - Published: 4/18/2010 - Beetle B., Jenna H. - Complete
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not by mutemockingjay reviews
Tex watched their game with envy in her eyes, wondering if the scattering of petals could ever explain her feelings towards a certain Leonard Church. Drabble, Church/Tex.
Red vs. Blue - Rated: K - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 360 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 14 - Published: 3/14/2010 - Director, Tex/Allison - Complete
A Thousand Small Cruelties by Aenisses Thai reviews
Christmas Eve. Dean is troubled by Castiel's recent aloofness...and he knows who is to blame.
Supernatural - Rated: T - English - Friendship - Chapters: 4 - Words: 17,094 - Reviews: 73 - Favs: 185 - Follows: 43 - Updated: 2/18/2010 - Published: 12/22/2009 - Dean W., Castiel - Complete
What Now? by Trouble.With.Words reviews
-One Shot-What I think happened when Nicko stayed behind for Snorri. Some fluff but I couldnt leave it out ; , R&R guys because its my first SH fic xoxo
Septimus Heap - Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,814 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 5 - Published: 6/26/2009 - Nicko H., Snorri S. - Complete
The Potions Missile Crisis by GhostOfBambi reviews
As if Slughorn wasn't bad enough already, now you'll never be able to see him again without spontaneously combusting from shame.
Harry Potter - Rated: T - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 6,425 - Reviews: 117 - Favs: 386 - Follows: 29 - Published: 4/28/2009 - Lily Evans P., James P. - Complete
Jitters by wicherwill reviews
Arthur didn't think that asking out Molly Prewett involved asking out The Brothers Gideon and Fabian. ...well, it does.
Harry Potter - Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 1 - Words: 5,279 - Reviews: 23 - Favs: 37 - Follows: 2 - Published: 12/21/2006 - Arthur W., Molly W. - Complete
Seven by Flash-Indie reviews
Molly and Arthur Weasley have seven children.
Harry Potter - Rated: K+ - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,040 - Reviews: 25 - Favs: 29 - Follows: 1 - Published: 6/8/2006 - Molly W., Arthur W. - Complete
Not the Sort by AllIWannaDo reviews
Frank Longbottom is not the sort of bloke you date. And Alice most certainly does not like him. Really. So then why, oh why, did she agree to go out with him? Read to find out! [oneshot]
Harry Potter - Rated: K - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,514 - Reviews: 49 - Favs: 86 - Follows: 2 - Published: 10/4/2005 - Frank L., Alice L. - Complete
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Fear reviews
Nothing had prepared me for this. No matter how many shield charms and hexes I'd learnt, no matter how many Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons I'd sat through. No matter how many Death Eaters I'd killed, nor muggles I'd buried – nothing had prepared me for the sound of James' death.
Harry Potter - Rated: K+ - English - Chapters: 1 - Words: 501 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 1/19/2013 - Lily Evans P. - Complete
I Promise reviews
It's Boxing Day, and the Evans family house is full to the brim of laughing witches and wizards. And Mum and Dad, of course. In the centre of all that, there's me and James. Would it be stupid if I told you all that I love him? 'Cause I do. Ridiculously so. But what's wrong with that? Everything's going to be fine, he promised.
Harry Potter - Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,254 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 1 - Published: 11/17/2012 - Lily Evans P., James P. - Complete
When I Awoke reviews
Elena wakes up to find herself in a morgue, staring up at the two men she loves. It doesn't take her long to realise what she's become: A vampire. But will being undead change the choices she's made? And what does Klaus think about his precious doppelgänger turning vampire? Delena. Rated T for mild swearing.
Vampire Diaries - Rated: T - English - Romance - Chapters: 13 - Words: 20,332 - Reviews: 66 - Favs: 29 - Follows: 66 - Updated: 10/23/2012 - Published: 6/8/2012 - Damon S., Elena G.
The Boy With Sad Eyes reviews
Not everyone comes out of a war smiling.
Harry Potter - Rated: K - English - Chapters: 1 - Words: 617 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 4 - Published: 9/16/2012 - George W. - Complete
The Return Of Petroc Trelawney reviews
Petroc Trelawney has had a long walk, but at long last he's made it to the Castle. Things aren't as wonderful as he thought it would be however, as he finds himself plunged into the disgusting Moat by an oblivious Jenna. Pebbles HATE water, and Petroc Trelawney is no exception. (Unfortunately Fanfiction does not have Petroc Trelawney listed in characters, so this is a Jenna story)
Septimus Heap - Rated: K - English - Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,812 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 4 - Published: 8/4/2012 - Jenna H. - Complete
As I lay Ill reviews
When Elena gets the flu, she expects it to be her usual routine of ignoring the fact she's ill and occasionally pausing to drink soup. But since it's Damon who finds her dizzy and in pain in her room, things might just go a little differently...
Vampire Diaries - Rated: K - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,614 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 30 - Follows: 5 - Published: 5/20/2012 - Damon S., Elena G. - Complete
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