A Christmas KissAlice was having a lovely day. The bookshop was closed for the holidays, all her Christmas gifts were wrapped, and to top it all off, there was a light dusting of snow on the ground. It was all so wonderful that Alice decided to bundle herself up in her winter coat and take her book (Charles Dickens A Christmas Carol, naturally) and enjoy the snow outside. She even took a spare sprig of holly and pinned it to her black bow. All in all, it was a peaceful winter's day. She should have known right then that it wasn't destined to last.A Christmas Kiss8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She heard him, of course. He may very well have been trying to be stealthy, but it kind of ruined the effect when you hummed the "Mission: Impossible" theme under your breath. And the fact you were about as light on your feet as a hippo dancing ballet. That took Alice's mind down a strange road for a moment, and after she was able to shake the strange thought off, she realized that Reginald, otherwise known as the Mad Hatter, was standing right besid
Our First Kiss (America X Canada)Matthew had his first kiss when he was twelve.Our First Kiss (America X Canada)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He remembered it was almost the best day of his life.
The only problem was that it was with his brother.
"C'mon, Mattie!" Alfed yelled, running faster than his little brother.
Little Matthew panted as he tried to pick up the pace. "I-I can't... Alfred!" He yelped, tripping over his own feet. He rubbed his head. "Owie..." He muttered. He had always been clumsy; even more than Alfred.
Alfred stopped running and looked over his shoulder. He laughed loudly. "Dude, you're so clumsy!" He exclaimed, jogging back to help the younger.
Matthew glared at him. "Shut up..." He said quietly, hoping Alfred did not hear it. Arthur had made strict rules not to be rude to each other, or they would be punished. Alfred was known for telling on Matthew. To be honest, since Alfred had told Matthew that Arthur was a former pirate, he would rather not be punished. (He was sure Papa -Francis- would not let Arthur lay a hand on him, but you could never
A Whisper, Darkly-Chapter 1AN: Evil plot bunnies are plotting my demise. Today, I had a wicked idea for a Labyrinth story which is both horror and romance, and very sick and twisted. Enjoy.A Whisper, Darkly-Chapter 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Whisper, Darkly
She would never get used to these kind of crime scene's, she decided, stepping into the dimly lit room, looking around at what had once been a bright eyed five year old and his older brother. The scene was violent enough, without having to look down into open blue eyes that reminded her quite a bit of her own younger brother. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself that Toby was no longer a infant or toddler, or even a child. He was now a twenty one year old man.
Are you alright Williams?
The gruff voice caused her to give a half-hearted smile. Well enough, Samuels. It was a lie. This was the thir
Breakfast“Lovino, breakfast is ready!” Antonio called out from the kitchen, placing the last churro on a plate.Breakfast2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Seriously?” Lovino sat down at the table, looking at Antonio, remembering the last time he made this for breakfast, which was months ago.
“What? I wanted to spice things up today.” Antonio pushed a special churro onto Lovino’s plate.
“A heart, really? You’re shaping them now?” Lovino stared at Antonio.
“Well, goodmorning, I love you!” Antonio cheerily kissed Lovino on the forehead.
“Is this a,” Lovino paused, picking up a churro near the bottom of the plate, “penis?”
“Uhh, I, uh,” Antonio smiled, embarrassed.
“You have too much time on your hands.” Lovino held the pastry to his mouth, eyes half lidded, teasingly sticking his tongue out.
Antonio expected some kind of sex play, involving Lovino giving a blow job with that churro as a substitute for his dick. Instead,
Mech CornerOblivion glanced up from the glowing screen as he heard foot steps. One of the newer recruits was approaching, a slight hesitancy in her step as a look of confusion crossed her face. Oblivion nodded slightly in recognition of the recruit, Ebony Sonata, then turned back to the monitor.Mech Corner6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Shockwave, Sir? Ebony asked as she stopped a few feet away from the mech. Shockwave, who was standing behind Oblivion as he monitored the smaller mechs progress, turned to see who was speaking.
Ah, Ebony. What do you need? he asked.
The femme saluted her commanding officer. I just came to report that I have finished my duties for today.
Very good, carry on, Shockwave replied. He glanced down at Oblivion and pointed out a mistake he had made. The mech grunted in response as he corrected it, then glanced behind him. Shockwave followed his gaze to find that Ebony was still standing behind them.
Yes? Shockwave asked, slightly annoyed that she h
Half-Assed Science Project(PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION FIRST, PLEASE)Half-Assed Science Project8 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“Alright, make sure you water him with this –” a small watering can, about the size of a liter of Coke, was shoved roughly into his chest. “in the morning. Focus on his roots, or else he’ll get all dry-like.”
“Keep him under this light as much as possible.” Two small hands reached up to adjust the shade of the light, an invention of his own.
“And you better strap down that pot if you’re gonna fly anywhere. If you break that pot and any part of him gets hurt, I’m gonna rip out your stomach and use it as a new pot, you got that?”
Peter finally snapped, shattering the contended silence on the Milano, earning him annoyed glances from Drax and Gamora, who were trying to enjoy a quiet meal. The ranting raccoon
The Holiday: Chapter TenPhannum?The Holiday: Chapter Ten7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I clenched my teeth in frustration and withdrew my attention from the composition in front of me with great difficulty.
I am busy, I said coldly. The boy in the doorway shuffled his feet nervously and fingered the large scarf that draped over his neck.
I do not believe that you do, for if you did, you would not pester me so. The pen resumed scribbling notes onto the staff, a lovely melody unfurling in my head and spilling out onto the parchment. It was a gift for her, inspired by her, and named for her. A Christmas gift, I suppose one would say. I wanted her music to speak of her soul. And it undoubtedly would.
If I had been permitted solitary time to complete it, that is.
That nuisance of a child seemed to take great pleasure in aggravating me to no end. Id avoided him (along with the rest of his meddlesome family) for the past several days, choosing instead to spend time with C
Death WishOblivion glared at the consul screen in front of him, as if the burning hatred emanating from his single optic could make it disappear, or change, or something else. He had done his other assignments without complaint. Meeting his superior officer and managing to not do any harm to anyone involved? Difficult, but done. The raid on Earth? Enjoyable, if a bit annoying to clean the red fluid off his equipment. The DJ? He had lost count of the energon carts he had pulled in and out of there at three thousand four hundred something-or-other. He had even let himself eventually be dragged in for the systems check everyone had been required to have after the virus started to spread around the base. Yes, he had done every single one of the assignments he had been given, and even managed not to kill anyone he was not supposed to kill on-duty.Death Wish6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
So, why in the slaggin pit had he gotten the newest assignment? It was disgraceful! It was far below him, a miss-use of his talents. Why was it even
Keeping a Secret: Mission 4Half-Pint, you wouldnt happen to have seen Oblivion around recently, have you?Keeping a Secret: Mission 46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Half-Pint looked up from the floor she had been scrubbing to see Shockwaves tall frame looming over her. He sounded annoyed, and the dent in his optic ridge gave more proof to the fact that the Guard leader was ticked. I aint seen the slagger, Half-Pint said gruffly, returning her glare to the un-identified stain on the floor that refused to be cleaned. I aint his keeper. Why you askin me?
He has not shown up for his past five shifts, and Ive looked in his usual hangouts, Shockwave said. He hasnt yet reported to the med-bay to be inspected for the virus, as well, which is probably the reason he hasn't shown up for his shifts. He is getting heavily on my nerves and needs to be Corrected. I just assumed that you might know where he is, since the two of you act like siblings.
Well, I ain&
The Valentine's MartyrOblivion was having a bad day. Not that any of his days were specifically good in the first place, but today stood out among the other moments of his rank life as being particularly foul. It had started off with the mech being dragged out of recharge by the annoying shrieks of Shadow Kai as she ran down the long corridor that linked the Guard dorms, singing her rendition of a cheerful wake-up call. Not that that was unusual; she did that every morning. But Oblivion had tripped over something as he tried to crawl out of his berth. It was some sort of machine, with a note attached. Apparently, Kai had snuck it into Oblivions room while the mech was recharging.The Valentine's Martyr6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Being given something wasnt so bad, but someone SNEAKING into his ROOM while he was RECHARGING wasnt exactly something that made him happy. And the fact that it was a Valentines day gift only made it worse. The gift and the tripping over of said gift turned out to be a bad omen for the rest of th
AC - GiftsTitle: GiftsAC - Gifts2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Pairing: Hiruma x Mamori
Warning: STRONG LANGUAGE. Nothing vulgar, just your every day cuss words.
Summary: Mamori longs for someone to spend Christmas Eve with.
Christmas Eve: a time for twinkling fairy lights, fine wines and heart-warming music. A time for stealing kisses, holding hands, and falling easily into the arms of your significant other. Simply put, it’s the time for sweet, blissful romance.
Too bad she didn’t have someone of her own to steal moments with, to hold or fall into.
Well, she did have someone, but he didn’t view her as anything more than a business partner. Someone to write down information, record game plays and maintain equipment. To cook for teams, clean their clothes and stitch up their wounds.
She was a manager, a maid, and a medic. She was a girl he could use, and boy has he used her.
Just not in the way that she wanted him to.
Blushing at her less than pure
WarmthPutting on the spare clothes Mamori had laid out for him, Hiruma shivered a little as the cold air hit him. A hot shower could barely last a minute in this weather, so he was glad to finally be rid of his wet clothes and into something warmer.Warmth2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fine time to get into this mess, but now wasn't the time to complain. Wearing the shirt and pants Hiruma could only guess belonged to Mamori's father, he noticed a sweater left out for him too. As he put it on as well, Hiruma rubbed the soft material and inspected the design further in a mirror nearby. Grinning, he left the room, rubbing his bare hands together as the cold hit once more.
He wondered where Mamori had gone but was soon drawn to the warmth emanating from the hallway. A golden light gleamed softly from within, and Hiruma couldn't help but be entranced by the sight before him.
The hall was decorated with Christmas decorations, blinking lights on the wall formed the words "Merry Christmas", tinsel by the windows and even a medium sized
Cullen FeverCullen Fever6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Do you find yourself fantasizing about mythical creatures? Does the idea of dating an undead bloodsucker seem to fall within the realm of probability? Do you consider the experience of having every drop of your lifeblood sucked from your veins potentially romantic? Every time you hear the word "vampire" do you see sparkles? Do you wrinkle your nose at the sight of large, shaggy dogs?
Then you may suffer from MPVRLCS (Modern Popular Vampire Based Romantic Literature Contamination Syndrome) more commonly referred to as Cullen Fever. MPVRLCS is a newly discovered condition infecting those who read and enjoy modern depictions of vampires as protagonists in literature. This condition has been known to be highly contagious; especially among teenage girls in their mid-to-late teen years.
If you believe yourself to have this condition do not worry, there is a treatment. Research and random guesswork has shown that that moderate to heavy doses of undiluted Bram Stoker Dracula can help t
Late night in a coffee shop.Late night in a coffee shop.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sir? Do you find me expendable?"
The man stopped his actions and turned his head to the questioning voice behind him. He had never had to deal with such an absurd and personal question, especially not at this time of day- it was late at night and he was preparing his work for tomorrow and getting ready to close up. Nevertheless, the voice beckoned him to answer, and those tired, stressed blue eyes stared at him, anticipating a reply.
"Ah well " he began, setting down a bag of freshly scooped coffee beans he was just getting done with wrapping. "Why do you ask?" he retorted- trying to learn more about this mysterious being facing him before composing an answer.
"I ask because I require an answer, sir." They replied their voice hollow and their eyes drifting to look to the tan coloured elixir that would be coffee but was too over run with creamer in their cup.
"That isn't much of a reason, and I can't say- do you feel you are?" replied the coffee vendor, who worked the bag in
Not So Innocent PT2Not So Innocent PT24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Never That Innocent
Author's Note: So I posted this fic on Fanfiction.net as well and got positive feedback and requests to continue it not only on that site but here as well! It made me really happy, so in the end, this shall be a two part fic! Here you have it and hope you continue to love it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater. (otherwise, Chrona's gender would have been defined by now.)
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Soul 'Eater' Evans liked to think he was one of the few out there that understood his best friend Black Star and the manners in which he thought. On countless occasions, when Tsubaki wasn't around to do it, he was the one to explain to those around him, especially his own partner, the enigma that was 'The Great' Black Star. The guy wasn't that bad and for the most part he was not only a lot of fun but he was a good friend. Why else would someone as cool as him or as dignified as Kid or as nice as Tsubaki continue to asso
Underneath the Maple's Shade..Underneath the Maple's shadeUnderneath the Maple's Shade..4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit and watch the lovers play...
It's Romeo and Juliet
I wonder if she's noticed yet...
The way I always stop and stare
I wonder if he even cares...
Dearest Alfred can't you see
You and I are meant to be...
Please my love come sit with me
Underneath this maple tree...
Breaking PointOblivion was getting slightly annoyed. Not to mention confused. Normally, whenever he had to walk through the more populated areas to get from one place to another, he was largely ignored. Hed get the occasional stare from a new recruit who hadnt gotten used to the Decepticons resident walking carcass yet, but other then that, bots outside of the Guard pretty much left him alone.Breaking Point6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Today was different. Today, not only were several cons staring at him as he walked through one of the commons areas, but some of them were giggling. A sharp glare from Oblivion shut most of them up immediately, but a few of the braver (or stupider) would burst out laughing as soon as they thought the mech was out of earshot. Hed already checked his back and aft to make sure there was no kick me sign. Hed also glanced at several reflective surfaces to make sure there was nothing stuck to his face plate. Nothing.
The more other cons stared and giggled at him, the more ag
Transformers Essay - Section 3Section 3.1 - ReproductionTransformers Essay - Section 38 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This is perhaps the touchiest subject in TransFandom. How can a pair of giant autonomous robots reproduce, after all? The answer to this is painfully simple.
The spark bond as it was explained in section 2.1 has more uses beyond the practical joining of a pair who wish to be sparkbound. The longer two sparks remain merged together during the bond, the more energy is created between the two. Should the bonded pair or group leave their sparks bonded for too long, there is a high chance of a "bud" being created.
The bud is a small polyp of energy off the parent spark and it tends to form on the spark of the member of the bonded pair or group with a higher power level. In the case of a mech being the carrier, they will often go into an extented recharge stasis period while the body directs most of its available energy sources not dedicated to maintaining proper fluid circulation and overall heal
Link and Ruto Switched Ch. 1Chapter 1: The secret springLink and Ruto Switched Ch. 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Link and Ruto have been best of friends and lovers since Link first met Ruto inside Jabu-Jabu. At first Link was not sure of Ruto at first being a little bossy and a tomboy who loves to adventure. But he grown to like her personality a lot and found out she is really a nice girl. But Ruto had to tell Link later on the whole Zora Engagement Stone thing is just a joke. But after Link defeated Ganondorf and returned to the time he came from to live the 7 years the way he wants to, he keeps the Zora Sapphire with him always.
Zelda dislikes that the hero Link would go for Ruto then her. So when Link crosses paths with Zelda, she would get really mad and go crazy that he loves Ruto and wants him to love her. Thankfully Ruto is always is with Link these days and protects him from the insane princess of Hyrule with some of her fighting skills Link is impressed with. Yet Link wishes there is a way to keep Zelda away from him and stop bothering him and Ruto forever.
Link and Ruto OoT Ch. 2Chapter 2: Link and Ruto's Adventure BeginsLink and Ruto OoT Ch. 28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
After Navi receive the info to find Link she began to search for Link: The Boy without a Fairy. After looking around and having a sort of quick tour of the village, Navi finally found Link's house and went inside.
When Navi went inside, not only did she see Link, but she also saw the Zora girl Ruto cuddled next to Link. Ahem! said Navi. No response, both moved a little in their sleep still cuddling each other. Hey! I hope the Land of Hyrule does not depend on a such a lazy hero! shouted Navi. Finally both Link and Ruto yawned a awaken from Navi's screaming. Both Link and Ruto only half awake looked at each other and smiled and said their good mornings to each other. Sorry to break this romance moment between you 2 lovebirds but I really need this boy here to come with me said Navi who went between the faces of Link and Ruto. Link brushed Navi away, For your information fairy... said Link.
High HeelsThe Doctor is annoyed by River's high heels...High Heels10 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
They ran into the Tardis at full tilt, River hobbling, screeching howls sounded behind them, a laser bolt flashed over their heads and impacted the far wall.
They whirled and slammed the doors shut, panting. The chaos was safely locked outside.
River reached down and pulled off her broken high heel.
The Doctor looked down in disapproval. "River, why do you always have to wear high heels? You know we're going to end up running. You could have broken your leg!" He waved his arms, his ire not quite covering his concern.
She tossed aside the offending shoes, she smiled at him, tilting her head coyly. "They make my legs look good," she said. She slipped a hand down his irate face. "And I'll happily risk it to see that appreciative gleam in your eye," she said softly.
He calmed under her touch. He leaned forward and touched his nose to hers. "I appreciate your legs when they're in nothing but skin," he said in a soft, guttur
Crushed-FACEStanding in front of his bedroom mirror, Alfred adjusted his black tie around his neck for what seemed the hundredth time. Whatever he tried, it just would not stay straight, either favoring the left or the right side, much like his stubborn cowlick that wouldn't behave today either. He supposed that was at least fitting in way, all things considering. His brother had an unruly curl as well. But this damn tie, Mattie would not appreciate him coming sloppily dressed. He could almost hear his brother exasperation at Alfred's inability to dress properly, sounding almost more like their father, Arthur. The poor boy tried again, in vein, and then gave up with a resigned sigh. Mattie would just have to deal with it.Crushed-FACE2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Admiring himself, the usually happy-go-lucky American didn't so much as crack a smile or ego boosting hand gesture. No, he shouldn't even be dressed like this in the first place. He was angry and ready to punch the mirror for presenting him with this image of him stan
The End"You came back."The End4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His voice hardly sounded like his own. It was feeble, tremulous
"I came back."
My own voice trembled, and I let the tears fall freely. He said nothing, and his eyes glistened as he simply stared. Silence hung in the air, draped with endless emotion, heavy and stifling and steeped in sorrow so powerful that I could not help but sob anew.
He let out a soft sigh, pained and mournful and tinged with wonder, and from his lips fell, scarcely more than a whisper,
"You came back."
I drew my fist up to my mouth, shaking my head furiously and choking back more sobs, my shoulders shaking with the effort. I despised myself, and oh, how he had deserved so much more!
"Please," I heard him say, "Please, do not oh, my dear, you mustn't"
But I could no longer feign strength. I could no longer stand so far from him and idly watch him disappear. I let out a piteous cry and ran to him, helpless and drawn to his dwindling frame as if by some supernatur