PH - First MeetingOne day, on the Spring of his seventh year, the Nightray household was abuzz with gossips of a new boy that the Nightray Duke brought home.PH - First Meeting3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rumor had it that when the Nightray Duke arrived yesterday night from a business excursion he had a boy tagging along with him. Said boy was currently residing in the second floor guest room in the west wing.
He was supposedly the same age as young master Elliot, or at least it appeared so. And he had brought nothing with him except the clothes on his back. The maids exchanged what little information they had with each other in hushed whispers never knowing their conversations fell on curious ears.
Once they were satisfied with their gossips, the maids went on to continue with their duties and a small figure, hidden in the shadows suddenly bolted away to the direction of the west wing.
Elliot was feeling fidgety.
He was, of course, excited to meet the new boy. He could imagine it now, he and the new boy would be the best of
The Raven SyndromeI was lucky the chain only nicked my ribs. Hell, I was lucky to be alive.The Raven Syndrome3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That attack, the one that sent the iron chain straight through me, could of very well broken a few ribs, or damaged nerves in my back that would possibly leave me paralyzed, or worse; I could of been killed. Even if I am the Baskerville head, the new container for the spirit dwelling in my soul, that blow could of been fatal. No amount of accelerated healing would of been able to help me if anymore damage was inflicted onto me.
Oz-kun may have indirectly saved me, but now the playing field has changed.
Meanwhile, after being taken from the battlefield, courtesy of Vincent and Echo, I was patched up back at the manor. I had still been unconscious at the time, probably for six hours or so. When I woke up, I was laying in bed; fine cotton sheets surrounded me and pillows filled with down-feathers were positioned behind my head. Mmm, so comfy. Vincent had then told me that, even with my granted status, I was f
PH - By your sidePH - By your side4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Really Xerxes Break!! You need to give me more warning before you decide to visit somewhere new..." A pause. "T-there's a cupboard coming up on your right, be careful."
"Ah, how troublesome... and my apologies, Mister Liam. But I told you, didn't I?" Break offered the brunette a carefree smile as he sidestepped the protruding cupboard, which was dismissed by the other with an irritated frown. "I wasn't expecting to have to visit here."
"And I suppose that's why you arrived at five o'clock in the morning?!" Liam shot him his best glare over his own shoulder; however it was ruined by the effect of his glasses slipping down his nose in reaction to the sudden motion. It wasn't as though his companion could see the expression anyway his almost total blindness preventing him from making out the contours of Liam's face. "Really...y- you should have sent a message ahead of you at least! No one so much as suggested that you'd be attending today's meeting!"
"Ahlala~ Someone sounds annoye
Lullaby Of ComfortThe piano room seems quiet today as well. No one has been here in quite a while, Elliot decides. A quiet sigh escapes his lips as the noble slowly walks towards the piano and opens it. The same glossy ivory keys, the same sheets put on the black instrument-scattered around, just like they always were. How many times did Elliot need to yell at his friend to clean it up? Yet he never listened. The Nightray can tell apart his and the raven head's handwriting. All these memories, entwining with each other and making such a beautiful bond, are cruelly ripped and shred now- only the pain of remembering is left.Lullaby Of Comfort3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Why was he here now? Elliot certainly didn't know how to answer that. It was only his invisible essence that everyone called 'the soul' that was lingering in this room. The second thing, his mortal flesh, that was required to create a human being was somewhere in the ground. It was slowly decaying, and never the same life could be brought back. The two parts of a whole were
Heat-Haze DaysInspired by 'Heat-Haze Days Vocaloid'Heat-Haze Days3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Do I really need to put a disclaimer?
Argh I don't own Pandora Hearts. IF I DID THEN ELLYLEO WOULD BE CANON.
This is for the OfWithHisHead contest.
I check my phone. [It's August 14 12:30 pm.]
The weather is perfect today. I sat down on a swing, sun glaring down at me.
There was nothing to do, so I spoke with you.
["Hi."] I said, looking at you.
["Hello."] You responded.
["Umm so what's your name?"] I asked.
We chatted like this for a minute or so, when you said, ["Well, y'know, I kind of hate summer."] while petting a black cat.
I was about to object when the cat ran away from you and you followed it. You ran out onto the street, calling for the cat to come back.
[Then the light turned red.]
A truck came out of nowhere and slammed into you. Your cries echoed across the park, rousing birds from their naps.
I opened my mouth to
PH EllyLeo - MasqueradeYou are Cordially InvitedPH EllyLeo - Masquerade3 years ago in Humor More Like This
To the Annual Winter Ball
Hosted by The Rainsworth Dukedom
On Saturday, the 24th Eve of December at The Rainsworth Estate
In the Humble Capital of Lebleux
It would be an Honor to be graced with Your Presence on this Joyous Occasion
We Await with Bated Breath for your Humble Participation
“So Elly, have you decided whom to take this year?” Vanessa Nightray asked as she held out an intricately designed stationary that was the invitation, an excited smile decorating her mature, feminine features.
It was that time of year yet again. And in all honesty, the youngest legitimate heir of the Nightray Dukedom, Elliot Nightray, thought it was all too soon.
Every year on Christmas Eve, a ball would be held by one of the Four Dukedoms in which all of high status, ages 14 and above, is to be invited. The Nightray’s had been the hosts of Elliot’s first ever Christmas party, he didn’t like it. The Barma’s did it
Big Round GlassesWhat's taking him so long? It's only glasses. Leo thought. He was standing outside of a particular store, still feeling a bit uncomfortable in his new servant clothes. They were so fancy. Making him feel stupid. Unnecessary.Big Round Glasses3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"If you're my servant, you will need new clothes." Elliot said, looking at Leo's disbelieving stare.
"I'm not going to wear some crappy, fancy clothing." he retorted, getting back to reading an old looking book.
"I'll be buying you those damn glasses, even if you don't need them as well. And you need to look properly as a servant of the Nightrays!" it didn't take long for Elliot to snap.
"Stupid rules " was the only thing he murmured back to his master.
That lady at the clothing shop kept looking at him, "secretly" disgusted when Elliot asked for some clothes. She probably thought the heir of the Nightray's was only taking care of some poor boy out of pity, at least trying to pass him somewhere as a servant. Leo could see it in her eyes. He
Now I Know WhySeries: Pandora HeartsNow I Know Why3 years ago in Romance More Like This
When the melody first flowed from my mind, to my fingertips, onto the glossy piano keys, I remember thinking how sad it was. Inside, my chest was tight, and my throat suddenly dry, like this song was a sparkling glass of water and I had realized how parched I was. Each black note appeared behind my eyes, blooming like ebony flowers seconds before I played them on the piano. Had I heard this song before? How could I not remember something so sad?
Something, this song whispered like shards of glass, is broken. Something has been taken.
Looking back, it must've been a premonition; a warning. I never should've given you the song. Although I hadn't realized it at the time, this song, so beautiful and lamenting, was a curse.
The last note echoed in the music room of the House of Fianna, and I shakily let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. But with the release of that breath, I suddenly became aware of my accumulated audien
(2) JackxElsa: See You GrowWhen Jack figured out that he wasn't in the good old United States of America anymore, he did everything in his power to find a way back. Although, in this case, he didn't have to do much seeing as North had come to the rescue a few hours after the snow globe incident to take him home.(2) JackxElsa: See You Grow1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When Jack figured out that he could come and go as he pleased from where Elsa lived -- Arendelle, he noted, or so the locals called it -- to home and back, he would visit the child when he could and as often as he could.
The winter spirit had learned that what had happened when she was a baby wasn't a trick of the light -- she apparently did also have powers over ice and snow as he did. Could he have possibly been the cause of her suddenly gaining magic powers? Maybe. Did he know he could actually give other people powers like that until now? Not at all. Then again, before Elsa, he hadn't given anyone any sort of kiss, including Tooth or any of her Baby Teeth -- no matter how often
(6) JackxElsa: Taking the King (and Queen)Black soulless eyes looked upon the joyful scene in the castle with contempt. Jack Frost laughing with another ice magic user -- and a female, no less, that he had given the power to himself.(6) JackxElsa: Taking the King (and Queen)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pitch groaned as he turned away from the sight of their joy, his nightmares at his heels. "Ugh, their smiles make me sick... Even with being in complete and total isolation, the company of that meddlesome Guardian is interfering with my plan."
He had to think. Right now, the two were close, even if he was sure that the princess couldn't see the spirit. But by the looks of the state of her room when he would take a peek from time to time...the girl still had fear festering within her.
Now...how could he let that fear and darkness grow substantially?
The attention of the black eyes were drawn downward to the sight of two adults and one teenager by the harbor. From their attire and the way they carried themselves, he gathered they were the king and queen, and their othe
(3) JackxElsa: You're not alone...Jack clenched his fist in frustration as he followed the royal family to the Valley of the Living Rock -- the queen keeping Elsa close and the king carrying an unconscious Anna in his arms. He should've done something. He could've done something. He could've flown in to save her. He could've used the wind to push her out of the way of the blast. He could've helped Elsa create the ice towers faster. He could've done something -- anything -- to help and prevented Anna from getting hurt...(3) JackxElsa: You're not alone...1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
...but he didn't. His fingers dug through his palm -- and thankfully, being a spirit, it wouldn't matter how hard he held it. It wouldn't do anything but allow him to release frustration. There was no skin to cut through, no blood to draw and no body to harm.
And yet...he felt nothing but pain as he watched the Troll King, Pabbie, use his magic on the unconscious girl. Relief passed on his features as he saw the smile on Anna's face...but a frown replaced it soon enough as he noticed
(5) JackxElsa: Moments with You"Who...who are you? What's your name?"(5) JackxElsa: Moments with You1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Like the snowman said, my name is Jack. Jack Frost.
"Jack...'Frost'? That doesn't sound like a real name."
It's my name and I'm real. So it's a real name.
A light giggle. "You're strange, Mr. Frost."
Please call me Jack.
"Jack...what are you?"
I'm the spirit of winter.
She perked up at the last word. "So you have ice powers like me?"
A hesitant pause. Then he wrote his answer. Yes. Just like you.
A short pause as she turned on her bed to lie on her stomach and a smile settled on her lips. She wasn't alone. She wasn't the only one with powers like this...
In her happiness, she would've missed his next reply if the sudden scrawling on the ground wasn't so distracting.
I'm also a Guardian.
"What's a Guardian?"
It's a long story.
"I've got a lot of time. Please tell me?"
A pause from Jack's side. After a while, his reply came. Alright. It all started a few decades years ago when I wok
(7) JackxElsa: Don't WorryThe wall was frosted over, ready for him to write on it. His staff was out and pointed to the wall, and all he had to do was write the words for her to see it. She was right across the room, on her bed, with a good view of the wall for her to see what he would write...(7) JackxElsa: Don't Worry1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
...but Jack Frost couldn't find the words. He didn't know what he could say to her in this situation.
Anna had just left to go to the funeral -- a funeral the older sister couldn't attend. People would talk. Elsa would let them. They could say what they wanted for they didn't know the entire picture. Jack did...and he would constantly stay by her side as a result.
Now more than ever, he thought that he couldn't leave her.
"Jack... are you there...?" she called out, hands starting to twist her gloves in her hands.
He asked her this question often. Most of the time, it was to check if he had arrived when the window suddenly creaked open or if he was paying attention to what she had been saying. Now...he felt as if it were
Don't Give Me RosesSeries: Pandora HeartsDon't Give Me Roses3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was very much the same way people took in sunshine or laughter or the scent of flowers or the colors of the sunrise, every pastel imaginable smeared together with the wishes of stars; the same way people touched fire with the tips of their fingers, touched skin with skin, brushed soul to soul. It was like hearing music for the first time, when you hadn't heard music in years, the cry of a violin, the crash of a drum that was beating as fast as a lovestruck heart. It was all very much like that loving someone, that is.
This was all something that Elliot Nightray whispered into his ear one night after they made love for the first time. All over the floor and bed were the dried petals of flowers that Elliot had crushed up and Leo had scattered them, tossing them up like confetti as they melted their lips together and pressed against each other's bodies. They had gotten the flowers from the floral shop tha
(4) JackxElsa: ...I'm here.After the first night that Jack stayed with Elsa in her room since her confinement, his visits became more frequent. In fact, he couldn't go a week without seeing the growing child at least once.(4) JackxElsa: ...I'm here.1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It would always start with the window bursting open by the wind. No prompt, no warning and it would definitely happen, no matter how often the young girl tried to keep it shut with any means she had on hand. Eventually, she had stopped rushing to close it and merely calmly walking over to the window to close it, knowing it would open again. At around the same rate, Jack would stop trying to force it open and instead, pushed it open with a gentle breeze and slight creak as he slipped inside the familiar space.
Once in the room, he wouldn't say anything at first. He would always check on the physical state of her room as it told more about what was happening with Elsa than she would ever say.
At first, the ice magic was concentrated in the area by the door, indicating where she would typically s
(8) JackxElsa: Let It GoThe Ice Princess-turned-Queen trudged through the thick snow that lined the mountain. She didn't know how long she had ran, she didn't know where she was going...but she only knew that she had to get away from Arendelle.(8) JackxElsa: Let It Go1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Why did she have to run? The reason was simple: Because they had found out. In a moment of weakness, in an attempt to protect herself and with a mistake of her sister taking off her glove and not giving it back, she created a wall of jagged spikes and revealed the existence of her powers.
The look on their guests faces showed mixes of astonishment, horror and worst of all...fear. They feared her magic. They feared her abilities and what she could do with them. They feared her and called her a "monster". Her own fear and sense of self-preservation took over, and she fled the castle grounds, running across the lake...
...and now, here she was.
She hugged herself as the storm raged on, buffeted by the unrelenting snow, and regret filling her being.
Uninvited Company - Chapter 1Uninvited Company - Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Title: Uninvited Company
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood
Word Count: 39,092
Rating: T (Violence, coarse language, alcohol and some suggestive themes)
Characters: Envy, OC
Summary: What would you do with absolute control over a homunculus? This is precisely the situation Amara finds herself in when Envy crashes unexpectedly into her life. But things are never as straight forward as they first appear. It doesn't take long for her to realize that living alone with the palm-tree-like sin isn't going to be a walk in the park. Crack fiction! Hints of EnvyxOC
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist belongs to Hiromu Arakawa. I do not own the original storyline or any of the canon characters.... This should be readily obvious to everyone.
Selfless +Elricest Fic+Warnings: Shounen-ai, incest, swearing, mentions of violence and lemon.Selfless +Elricest Fic+4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Ed, Al, Armstrong, Alfons, anybody else I didn't mention all belong to Arakawa-sama and whatever. Song lyrics are from "The Only Hope For Me is You" by my Chemical Romance.
This takes place after an alternate ending of CoS; Ed stays in Amestris, still has automail, lives in a rebuilt home near the Rockbell's with Al.
"If there's a place that I could be
Then I'd be another memory
Can I be the only hope for you?
Because you're the only hope for me "
Edward Elric was reckless; the ends justified the means- he had no fear in what could potentially happen to him if he didn't think things through.
("Forget about me, where's Al? Is he all right?")
Everything ended up thrown together, improvised, makeshift, potentially dangerous; everything was about potential. His brother's soul was what needed protection. Rational, complete, mature decisions were really
Come Back"Hawkeye?... Hawkeye?"Come Back4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She didn't make a noise, and he clenched his fists. He wasn't fond of waking her up, but in these circumstances he really would appreciate a favour being done for him. Roy swallowed and spoke again.
That apparently woke her up. He heard her make a little moan, and heard the sheets ruffle, and then two drowsy words, "Yessir?"
"Can you get my drink for me please?"
He couldn't see her. He wanted to see her. How much he wanted to see her there beside him. It pained him to know that day may never occur. He listened to her footsteps sort of lazily scrape across the floor, and then he smelt her nearby. He smiled contentedly. Knowing she was close made him feel safe and comfortable. Then he heard the clink of a glass, and the straw nearing his lips.
Roy took the glass from her, but she still held it just in case. He sucked on the straw and tasted the water enter his mouth and he gulped it down greedily. He moved his face away once he was quenched, "Thank you,
LingxLan Fan Oneshot: Tears of a warriorRandom one-shot I decided to do on a whim. Hope you guys like.LingxLan Fan Oneshot: Tears of a warrior3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fullmetal Alchemist and its characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa
Summary: On their way back to Xing to bury Fu, Ling beats himself up for not being able to protect his subject. However, what the prince doesn't know is that there is someone right in front of him holding far worst pain for the old man then he could ever imagine.
"We should be able to make it back to Xing by two months at longest." Mei Chang informed, looking at a train schedule as she walked along side two other figures carrying a large body bag.
The two people beside Mei nodded, not saying a word to the girl as they made their way over to get their tickets for the train. Those two people were none other then Prince Ling Yao and Lan Fan, both of whom were from the same country as Mei herself: Xing. As a matter of fact, Ling Yao happened to be Mei's older half-brother. Something they both had learned of during their time in the country Amestris. However, findin
Opposite EndsHis sigh didn't make her jump, but she wasn't expecting it. He hadn't spoken a word for the past ten minutes, and his sudden exclaim made her think he probably wanted to start a conversation. However she found herself a little unsure. His eyes were closed not scrunched tight, but calmly shut and, so, he seemed very much at peace. If she was to speak, she might disrupt it.Opposite Ends4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Quite sure he possibly was not aware of her staring, she examined this Amestrian's features. Not very much different from Xingese men, but some features were foreign to her. His black hair was messy, dirt entangled with strands, and she merely even noticed the pooled blood across his clothing she guessed it wasn't just his. His pale face seemed smooth, but she had to interest to touch him.
In some strange way, his content expression and closed eyes reminded the girl of her superior her Master. She knew the man, Mister Mustang, but only vaguely. He seemed like a generally okay Amestrian.
PH- DaydreamingDaydreamingPH- Daydreaming3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He didn't know what it was about the way his back curved just so slightlyor how his hair fell, or how that little smirk would find its way onto his features whenever he was reprimanding him, or the way his cheeks would tint the slightest shade of pink and clearly give away the kind of novel he was readingthat made him just ridiculously bothered.
He wasn't sure how many times he'd done it now; started daydreaming about the 'what ifs.'
What if he just walked up to him right now, pushed him up against the wall and captured those lips?
What if he just grabbed him around the waist, held him so close they could feel each other's heartbeat fast?
What if he just picked him up into his arms, taken him to the bed, kissing and fumbling with cloths?
LingxLan Fan Oneshot- A beauty to protectRandom one-shot I decided to do on a whim. Hope you guys like. I actually got this idea for this fic from a friend who wrote me a FMA fic a while back, so I thank her because she is the reason I was able to write thisLingxLan Fan Oneshot- A beauty to protect3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fullmetal Alchemist and its characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa
Princess Li-Kiew (AKA Kiwi) is my oc and the child of Ling Yao and Lan Fan in this.
Song being sung in this is the Beauty Song by Li Yannian.
Spelling errors in Li-Kiew's speech are on purpose.
Yīng'ér means baby in Chinese in case anyone wonders.
Another bolt of lightning struck down in front of the Imperial Palace of Xing once more with a loud crashing sound following soon after. Princess Li-Kiew hated thunderstorms. Well, any one-year old would. They were scary and made loud sounds. Such sounds sounded like a killer animal waiting for its prey. Yes, she had always hated storms. Only this one was particularly bad that night. So much so that it had awoken the young princess of Xing from h
CheckmateCheckmate3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Riza squinted as she stepped out of headquarters and into the sun's strong embrace. She made her way down the steps, keeping close to the large stone walls flanking them. When she arrived at the middle of the rarely used stairs, she sat down. After shrugging off her jacket, enjoying the coolness relinquishing the material brought to her, she removed her lunch from the complacent and dull brown paper bag that always carried her food.
As she ate her sandwich and drank from the bottle of water she'd packed, she looked over at the fairgrounds across the street where various lines of new and veteran soldiers practiced their battle drills. She admired the strict discipline emanating from the men, and it gave her hope the future would be bright for the country.
She closed her eyes and smiled as a welcomed wind touched the back of her neck, chilling the skin no longer covered by long locks of blonde. When she felt two rough fingers brush the same place the wind touched, she angled her head and