Sunset: TyzulaSummary: A sunset could never be beautiful if it were compared to Ty Lee. Tyzula!Sunset: Tyzula6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea of this fic.
Warning: This fic contains lesbian content.
The sun was beginning to set on the horizon and Ty Lee watched with a smile gracing her lips. Strong arms were wrapped around her slim waist and a solid body stood behind her, drinking in the sight.
"It's beautiful, isn't 'Zula?" Ty Lee questioned while snuggling deeper into the body behind her. Azula could only grunt in response, she didn't think it was beautiful. It was just a sunset, the ending of another day.
"Come on, say it's beautiful!" Ty Lee playfully urged while turning around and lightly poking the Fire Nation princess in the shoulder. Azula had one eyebrow raised in question and Ty Lee could only giggle.
"It's not beautiful if you see something else that's even more beautiful everyday." The words spoken were the truth and Azula smirked as a look of confusion worked its way onto Ty Lee's face.
The BeachThe Beach6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I dont own Avatar: The Last Airbender. However, I do own this story. Enjoy!
I meant it when I said you were the most beautiful, smartest, perfect girl in the world.
And people should worship you. I know I do.
I swear, for as well as you can read people, you sure are dense sometimes. Its not like I even try to hide it from you.
At first, I thought you were just ignoring me. But today I saw something in you that made me think differently: you honestly just dont realize how I feel about you or why I do the things I do.
I was trying to make you jealous, not actually snag a boyfriend.
I saw you look over at me on the beach when that boyI dont even think I got his namewas setting up all my stuff. When I went to meet your eye, you looked away. I knew I hit a nerve.
I saw you watching me at the partyso clearly out of your element. I always loved how confident you are, but tonight you showed another side that s
Solace from the JashinistKakuzu feels the dark and damp floor beneath him. He feels the stockades around his wrist.Solace from the Jashinist5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The cell he's in is also dark and he could barely see what's in front of him. All he could hear was the jeers of those who were his friends and comrades. He hears the metal door of his cell open. Suddenly, someone grabbed him roughly and made him sit up. Then, he removed the stockades and made his arms go forward.
The next thing Kakuzu felt was burning pain in his wrists as they branded them. He screams at the pain and his comrades just laugh at him.
All Kakuzu felt was pain, grief, and rage.
He wants to kill them all.
Kakuzu suddenly jolted up in his bed, breathing heavily and in cold sweat. He then sighed as he unconsciously rubbed his wrists.
He had that nightmare again.
That nightmare when he was in jail in Takigakure. It's been decades since he got out. He should be over it by now. Why cant he get over
The way to your heart Ch.1(Warning! Contains future Yaoi, that's boyxboy in future chapters, don't worry you won't have to wait too long *wink*)The way to your heart Ch.16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As the sun rose, the rays of light coming through the window slowly crept across the sleeping figure, lighting up his golden locks when the sun danced off it. When the suns yellow gaze eventually made it up to Deidara's sleeping face he squinted as the sudden intrusion on his peaceful slumber. Slowly he began to open his baby blue eyes still groggy from the nights sleep, when realization finally struck he turned his head to the side to look at the digital clock which rested on his bedside table.
"Shoot, un! I'm going to be late!" quickly throwing himself out of bed he hurriedly got dressed, ran a brush through his long blonde hair, tied a section of it up into his signature ponytail and then the recent academy graduate was off to work.
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Not so far away someo
Akatsuki chat cap1-parte 2x Hidan el Sexón diceAkatsuki chat cap1-parte 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Soy sexón en todos lados ¬w¬
WTF no me busquen ! van a ver que tengo 23 y tengo 18 o ó
Kakuzu me dijiste que tenías 12 ¬¬
Dije que aparentaba 12 e e
x Hidan el Sexón dice:
tú aparentas polvo!D8
Bee-uty and the Beast, CH. 16aBee-uty and the Beast, CH. 16a7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter Sixteen, Part A
A/N: This chapter is HUGE -- so I apologize ahead of time for all of the grammatical mistakes. Also, it was too large for DA's allotted text size submission, so I had to break it up into two parts.
Gai was careful to not make too much noise as he shut Hani's door. It wouldn't take much to wake her up and it was his job, as ranking ninja and mission leader to ensure she was in top form and got plenty of rest. He adjusted his grip on her and couldn't help but grin as she moaned disapprovingly at being shifted.
Gai carried her carefully to the bed; the only sound being a soft "swish" from the movement of his hakama pants. Before placing her on the mattress he took a moment to observe her. He marveled at how small she was -- shorter than any of his students. He tested her weight -- she was lighter than all of them too. She was as light as a bird and probably just as delicate as one too. He lifted his arm wh
Solo queria tenerte.... Cap 2Itachi, se acercaba lentamente a Deidara, el rubio apretaba una de sus manos, mientras que la otra la sujetaba Itachi, el no podía creer lo que estaba pasando en ese momentoSolo queria tenerte.... Cap 25 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Pero lo supo al momento, en que sus labios sentían a los de Itachi, el rubio sentía su corazón latir rápido, pero no sabia por que, su cara se ponía roja, y aun no lo entendía, sus ojos se cerraban para poder disfrutar este beso, pero aun no lo entendía, y en el momento, de cuando Itachi, se separo de el, extendió su mano para que no se aleje
Y Deidara?-dijo el pelinegro
Bueno, tengo que decirlo de verdad?- decía el rubio aun sonrojado
Si, ese fue el trato no? ¬¬
Bueno pues, yo este yo , no se . Es que . Ahhh
El rubio seguía balbuceando, y el pelinegro se hartaba de cada palabra que daba, por que no le respondía entonces
YA POR DIOS, DIME LA SANTA RESPUESTA!-decía Ita
Hidan's life my story Hidan`s life my story part oneHidan's life my story5 years ago in Settings More Like This
I`m now 22 years old and I'm in an organization called the Akatsuki. I have a stupid partner named Kakuzu, to me he looks like a voodoo doll because he`s got all those stitches on his body and on his face, that's why he wears a mask and clothes all the time. Well I'm not going to tell you about my birth and what not that's all boring so I`m going to skip to when I was 6 years old, my parent had just died and their last words were go life with Lord Goto and so I did. Everyone thought I was the son of one of the great kages but as you can see I`m not, it all started on a Sunday afternoon I was reading one of my Jashin books. Then Lord Jashin-Samma, Hidan come out here I need to talk to you. Okay Lord Goto, (hope I`m not in trouble). Yes Lord
Orphaned - Zetsu and TobiFreak. That's my name. Who's Zetsu? Oh, he's that freak. Yeah, that's my name, freak. It's gotten to the point where even I do not respond to being called Zetsu; freak is my name. So many words of pain tatter off me like rain on the shingles of a roof. . .Orphaned - Zetsu and Tobi6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They come and go, some more popular than others. Oh hi! I'm Zetsu, but you can call me freak. That's what I should say, because that's what they'll do. I'm a freak, that's the way I was made. I was made with yellow eyes. I was made with skin, half black, half white. I was made with green hair. That's the way I was made. I'm a freak.
Today, I turn 7, but there is no party. There are no clowns on balloons to entertain the children, friends. There are no friends. There are no gifts. Today is a day like all the others, a day full of hatred. Oh, the beast is seven? That's good, one year closer to dying. That's what they'll say if I tell them.
There are no present
Promises IPromises I4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya.
"Okaeri, Nii-sama," Kiku greeted his older brother as he heard the door close shut and the shuffling sound of dragging feet. "Welcome home."
"Hmm, you're early," Yao muttered, leaning against the door frame to the kitchen. "What are you doing here anyway, aru? Aren't you supposed to be devising plans to ambush the Allied Forces with your new friends?"
Kiku ignored his brother's sarcasm. "I thought Nii-sama might be tired after the meeting, so I decided I would cook tonight."
"I can cook for myself, aru."
"I can do it." Then he added lightly, "It's not like I'm going to poison it or anything."
"Hm." But the chocolate-haired Chinese did not utter a complaint. Instead he flew himself down on the futon in the living room adjacent to the kitchen. He had a clear view through the frame of the door. The short, jet black-haired man's back was to him as he busily cut awa
YaoxKiku-Hurt Part 3 of 3China had been crying so hard that he had barely even noticed when it started to rain, however, when he did notice, he decided it was time to go home. Who cared if Alfred threw a little temper tantrum? If he wanted the game returned so badly he could do it himself!YaoxKiku-Hurt Part 3 of 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As the Chinese nation turned to walk away however, he heard something that made him stop. A piano? He glanced at Japan's house. When had he learned to play the piano? Yao hadn't even known he owned a piano!
He stood staring indecisively at the door for a moment or two before sighing, quietly opening it and stepping inside. Yes, the music was definitely coming from inside Kiku's house. He knew it was rude, but he couldn't help it, curiosity got the best of him and he continued into the house, following the sound of the music.
He gasped when he saw Japan sitting at a piano. He couldn't help it, it was always his reaction to the man. Plus, this was the closest he had been to him outside of meetings for a long time. Usually he d
How nostalgic, aru... - Chap 1The steam from the matcha tea curled lazily to the ceiling above the two kneeling men.How nostalgic, aru... - Chap 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Alfred's out," Arthur said, taking the hot drink Kiku had offered him across the bamboo table. Kiku glanced up with chocolate eyes through jet black hair.
"We can't take Russia alone."
"We are not alone, Mr. Arthur. We can do it if we work together!"
"You misunderstand me. We received intel that Russia and China are not at war anymore. Quite the opposite, infact."
Kiku's hands shook in the folds of his yukata. "What are you saying?"
"Ivan Braginski and Wang-Yao have joined forces, believed to be in light of the recent formation of a romantic relationship."
Kiku's cup clattered onto the table. Though the hot tea had warmed his body, he suddenly felt so, so cold on the inside.
Arthur Kirkland leafed through his folder and slid out photos. The Japanese man glanced at them. It was the two of them, alright. Nothing vulgar, of course, but the sentiment could definitely be ther
Fear of ThunderThe thunder cracked loudly as the storm raged on Yao's little house, the walls feeling as if they were trembling from the force. Kiku felt his way through the dark hallway, one handing holding his blanket at his neck, the other sliding on the wall. The young boy, already proud as a lion, had to build up his courage to even think about wandering to Yao for protection, but he couldn't handle being alone much longer. The thunder clapped again and the hallway lit up, the boy's face filling with terror. Kiku pulled the blanket over his head and ran for the older man's room, his bare feet slapping loudly against the wooden flooring.Fear of Thunder4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The door flew open and Yao sat up, a small figure jumped onto the bed and landed roughly amongst the blankets before the Chinese could even figure out what had happened. He heard a whimper and the Japanese boy he took care of cuddled close against his, to his dismay, feminine figure. Yao wrapped one arm around the boy, shushing him in a comforting tone. "Shhhh, i
Carry Me Home*Read the description below, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*Carry Me Home4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wang Yao stood in his kitchen stirring some soup he had prepared for himself and his little brother Honda. He cleared the stray hair out of his eyes, while the rest of it sat in a low pony tail. Known more formally as the nation China, Wang hummed to himself. The aroma of the Geng was permeating throughout the house and making some little nation in the other room not focus on his assignment. Japan was told to work on some numbers and letters.
Sprawled out on the floor on a futon mattress, little Honda who wasn't more than five years old was working on his Kanji, or he was supposed to be. He was not enrolled in school yet, but China was very adamant about the nation learning at an early age, and thought education was of extreme importance. It was key to him, and if he could learn at an early age, so could the little nation.
China took the spoon fro
4-DarkHidan groaned to himself while shifting through papers.4-Dark5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"How can this shit be so fucking hard?"
What Hidan was referring to was Kakuzu's paperwork. Every time Kakuzu comes back from a mission, he starts fixing his finances, neglecting the zealot. So, Hidan thought he would do Kakuzu's paperwork while the miser is on a mission, therefore they will have more together. But now, his head was hurting from the all the complicated math problems.
"Hidan-nii, are you ok?"
Hidan looks at the doorway and smiles. There stood Setsuna Akino, one of the newest members of the Akatsuki. She's 17, but looks much younger, due to her childish looks and is only 4'11. Hidan found it funny that she hailed from the mist village; she looked so non-threatening. She also's uses an honorific with anyone, except with Pein and Sasori, who she regularly flips off. She has knee-length white hair and violet eyes; she actually looks like she related to Hidan, thus calling him Hidan-nii. She also has a great respect for
Promises IIPromises II4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
"Is he all right?"
The frantic question was all Yao could breath out to the fair-skinned, chestnut girl whom he had nearly barraged into when he erupted through the door.
The dreadful news came to him this morning, during yet another meeting of the Allied Forces. It had reached him before anyone in the room had been able to utter a single word or greeting to the Chinese man. From the triumphant glow from Alfred and the piteous gazes the others had fell on him as he walked into the room, Yao knew. He knew. And it summoned nearly all of his self-restraint from punching that American bastard in the mouth and snarling at the others and wiping the sorry looks off their faces. Instead, he had merely risen quietly from his seat, mumbled a "I must go home" and strode out of the room.
Now he felt as though he was on fire. His lungs burned from running, and sweat dripped down hi
Pride and Punishment ::ChinaJapan::Contains corporal punishment. This is really for Arkham, who gave me a request of China/Japan long long ago. Notes at the bottom.Pride and Punishment ::ChinaJapan::4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Kiku had known it was a bad idea to begin with. Yao had taught him to stop drawing pictures and to write with kanji, he should have just continued to do that. It was a good method, but it took so long to do that Kiku would quickly get bored. His way, hiragana, was better. Yao was just too proud to accept that Kiku could create something on his own now! He wasn't a child anymore, at least not by normal standards. He was young for a nation, but he was at least fifteen in appearance. In Kiku's hands were a stack of papers which he was writing on. The brush wavered now and then whenever he would wince, causing little mistakes. Whenever he made one he had been instructed to start over.
I will not create new methods of writing without permission. The phrase was written over and over. He could write it with his eyes closed if he wasn't so
InquebrantableInquebrantable4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It isn't really considered sleepwalking, since he barely sleeps anyways. It's just something he shouldn't be forced to do, sleeping. He fights anyone who dares question his strength, but he is also constantly in fight with himself. It is just something low, he thinks, having to rely on things like food or sleep. So, for the most part, he simply doesn't. Not until he is on the brink of being unable to carry on, and he is stretching those limits with each passing day. He only has one single eye, so he prefers to keep it open always alert, always on edge. He's so thin most of the time that should he turn sideways, one day he might disappear and he is still the strongest, the unbreakable one among a pile of pathetically weak fools.
Espada inquebrantable. If nothing can break through his skin, nothing can get to him. Untouchable.
Of course, even for someone like him, it would be impossible to skip sleeping every night, but he does it as often as
Una segunda oportunidad (Cap 1)Una segunda oportunidad (Cap 1)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Titulo: Una Segunda Oportunidad
Pareja principal: SasukexHinata.
Resumen: En la vida siempre hay segundas oportunidades, en nosotros está tomarlas o no, hay situaciones que se pueden tornar tan difíciles que nos orillan a comprometernos con la persona más inesperada ¿cierto Hinata-chan?
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De la gloria al infierno en dos pasos
Estaba segura de que la diosa suerte por fin le sonreiría, a su alrededor no hacía más que encontrar signos afortunados que le auguraban éxito en la empresa que estaba por llevar a cabo, incluso el clima parecía estar de su lado, un soleado y agradable día a principios del verano en el que estaba segura, nada podía salir mal, a cada paso que daba encontraba ó creía encontrar, señales positivas que la alentaban a no detener su marcha, revistiéndola del sufic
APH- First Encounters"Aiyah, what horrible weather..." The Chinese teenager stretched awkwardly under his umbrella, trying not to get wet from the torrent of rain pouring down. He reached the end of the road and entered the bamboo forest, heading for his home. He had been living alone for a few years, in a house in the middle of no-where. It was nice and peaceful, but walking through a muddy forest wasn't the best way to spend half an hour. His trousers were caked in mud and he had to hold onto the bamboo to keep himself up. He slipped and fell forward. His face was planted in the mud and he looked up- and came face to face with a child.APH- First Encounters4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The kid had long black hair and his clothes were also plastered with mud. He looked like he was about four or five, with long eyelashes and specks of red on his clothes. China sat up in the mud and poked his cheek lightly. "Uhh... kid, are you OK?" The child didn't stir. China hesitated- then put a hand under the child's stomach and lifted him onto his lap. "Hmm... I guess
You don't have to see Love 2The sizzling and popping of food being cooked filled the kitchen, the smell wafting around the house. Yao, who usually bounced around the kitchen, singing Chinese songs as he cooked, appeared to be in a melancholy kind of mood. His eyes were dull as he dumped the freshly cooked vegetable stir fry into a small bowl.You don't have to see Love 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Aiyah, I don't think this will be enough aru " Yao mumbled, mixing up the food with chopsticks. "He hasn't eaten in so long for him to get that skinny " he pursed his lips as he thought a bit more. "But, I don't want to shock his stomach maybe this'll be enough for now. I'll make more for him a bit later."
Briefly the Chinese man wondered why he was helping the Japanese man. Was it simply brotherly concern over his 'sibling'? Not likely, his 'brother' stabbed him in the back. Yet, he couldn't turn away an injured soul who needed assistance, he realized as a sigh escaped his lips.
Yao sighed again, thinking over what else he could give the weakened Japanese ma
APH- Apologies- JapanJapan was rifling through boxes and boxes of old stuff that had been lingering in his attic for god knows how long. So far he had found three boxes of broken swords and armour, two boxes of old sketches he used to do and all of his fantasy stories he made up when he was young. He flicked through these, smiling at the spelling mistakes and how incredible his young imagination had been. Under those boxes were smaller, more battered boxes that Japan barely remembered packing. He got out a small knife and started to cut the rope holding it shut. He got halfway through the rope when it practically disintegrated in his fingers. Easing the box open, he coughed wildly for a few seconds as a huge cloud of dust rose from the contents. He waved a hand over the box to disperse the dust, then peeked inside. What he saw made him gasp.APH- Apologies- Japan4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Messily shoved inside the box was a heap of his old toys and clothes from when he was a child living with China. He reached inside with a slightly shaking hand and pul
+HTMR-Pregunta comun+Manuel empujaba a Diego, Diego sugería que José era el más indicado, José lloraba y Rosaura reclamaba a Diego por su actitud; Gustavo trataba de calmarla y Joaquín afirmó que Gus era el más apropiado, Gus lo negó y propuso a Cristian, Cristian huyó diciendo que fuera Braian, este retrocedió diciendo que Arandú podría hacerlo mejor. Arandú decía que Rafa era el más apropiado, Magda lo afirmaba y Pancho amenazaba a ambos, después diciendo que sería Alejandro quien lo haría mejor, pero Ale le pasó todo a Abel y Abel a Adrián y Adrián a Manu.+HTMR-Pregunta comun+4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-Yo pregunto - se escuchó una voz, pero nadie vio a nadie. Así que la discusión continuó repitiéndose.
-¡Preguntá weón! que vo´lo haci mejor, y si Antonio te vuela la raja no te vamos a extrañar.
-¡Che Manu! Que tierno ¡yo no voy! Mi grosa persona no permite riesgos, ya lo dije,