Chapter 1 American fun! APH fanfiction by me
"Carousel? Uhh, how about the rides? Oh! And the burgers...You're gonna love it!" Alfred said in excitement, while Arthur was dragged by his hand. "Hold on a second! I don't even eat burgers..and rides? I don't have any clue what rubish that is!" He answered to himafter trying to keep up with him. Alfred's expression went blank and he suddenly stopped walking, instantly grasping his sholders and firmly shook him. "Wait! You've never been to the fair or anything like that, huh? Duuuuuude! Your totally missing out!" Grumbling and letting his eyes close in annoyance, Arthur shoved him off and sighed.
"I've heard of them, yes...but I have never gotten into such things."
As they took a bus there England wasin't gonna let 'them riding on a bus' slide past Alfred. "Why did we take the bus, it stinks and people keep staring at--don't you drive!?" Alfred chuckled and placed his palm atop Arthur's head. "This, is faster..And did you think I knew how to get there yet? They just opened Bro'." Arth
Cadeyrn - Fateful MeetingSomething about the boy intrigued him, an air to his demeanour perhaps, or a quirk in his cocky grin? The crow shifted uneasily from one foot to the other as he pondered. Was there something in his blood that made him special? He did appear to be half-demon after all, but that couldn't be it, he had taken many full blooded demons that had not even piqued his interest. He was inexplicably drawn to him, he couldn't explain it, didn't even understand it, but against all logic, being in the presence of this boy brought him... joy.Cadeyrn - Fateful Meeting6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Yes, today it was time, he didn't know if this would bring the answers he wanted, but he could no longer sit back and simply wait for them to appear.
Cadeyrn swung his sword fiercely, slicing through the air and turning his body to divert an imagined attack. He was fourteen years old and already able to best many of the warriors in his father's employ.
Wearing light armour which protected his sword arm and shins he swivelled and launched at his imaginary foe. His
Dak and Ruok - Part 2 - JaveJave was revered among slave owners. Well educated - fluent in all major Taller speak (except for Umbramorph language) - and well composed, the slave could hold coversation with even the highest standing members of society (or, the highest who were brave or stupid enough to dabble in slavery). A beautiful little thing - quaint and petite - even for a Juktu, who were naturally small and quite pretty. Jave's pale skin and light hair suggested she was kept inside while under ownership - not unusual for attractive Juktu, who were often kept as pets rather than workers.Dak and Ruok - Part 2 - Jave6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
She was perfect. Dak found himself wondering what the hell a perfect little thing like Jave had done to get herself tied up in slavery.
Dak introduced himself to Jave's owner, 'My name is Aiolos.' He spoke with an accent, changing his name to something far more regal, 'I wish to buy your slave. Name a price.'
The man sneered, 'Hardly checking the depth before you dive,' he huffed, '20,000 coins, plus 100% interest for each h
Dead ground and vengeful feetMy hands are shaking as I open the door and take my first step onto foreign ground. The land is drier here - the dirt crunches under the weight of my boot, and the dust soars up around my legs and flies off with the wind. My eyes ache to see such a barron, dead world.Dead ground and vengeful feet6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
After the genocide of the Shul, I, Dak Sunder, the sole survivor, wish to find who murdered my people. Having scoured Starsen, it was only fit I moved onto old Umbra and searched there.
I couldn't even begin to tell how the smell is different - drier, and again... dead. I know there are cities below my feet, crawling with the Sidian people - a primitive race of warriors and slaves who carved a home in the very skull of this desert and housed themselves underground. They are one of many peoples I wish to avoid during my time in Umbra. The Sidian are immortal, and immortals do not forget.
Many years ago, when the Shul were still a young race, we shared Umbra with the Sidian, the Morph, and the Umbramortals. The fine politic
You talk shit - Jave and RuokRuok watched Jave's arm reach out across the bed, absently feeling for his pants. Today had been the first day they'd been left alone together in a non-military environment, and it barely took a minute before they were both naked and going at it.You talk shit - Jave and Ruok6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Jave's father was a very wealthy man, and had residences throughout the Yumbol province. Jave, recently promoted, had been given his father's least favourite of the many houses, and had invited Ruok to spend the weekend with him at his new home.
There was a lot of risk in their relationship while at the Jipna encampment, where the two men usually lived. Not only was a relationship such as theirs illegal, it was also punishable by on-the-spot death for one offender, and enslavement for the other - so that they may live in torture. As part of the Juktu military, the two men were in constant surveillance and barely had the time or space to spend time together.
'Do you ever think about what would happen if we got caught?' Ruok asked his lover.
jave and ruok - the making ofAs Ruok watched the Guard Captain from afar, he tried very hard to justify his fixation with the man's open shirt. It didn't help that Jave was half naked and dancing in the (wet!) rain, just outside Ruok's second story room. Why was it so captivating? More-so, why did this event always turn into something far more magical and sexual when left to Ruok's imagination?jave and ruok - the making of6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
With every other trainee guardsmen gone home for the rain season, there wasn't much else to do, and Jave certainly seemed to be taking advantage of his time 'alone'. The eccentric Captain was never one to let his pride get in the way of what he felt like doing.
Jave's arms were outstretched, his wet blond hair clung to his face in wisps, and his eyes were closed lightly, just enough to stop the water from getting in. The rain caressed his body, and his loose white shirt became like a second, sheer skin - the beading and embroidery like tattoos across his shoulders and back. His back. Pale and perfect - like it was carved fr
The Hiding PlaceThe Hiding Place4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Where is he?" Zevran wondered aloud, crossing the bare wooden floors to the door. The halls were still quiet, still no sign of his Warden.
He had planned to sneak into his room, an attempt at surprising Elam by crawling into his arms. His Warden did not like a surprise that was true, especially at this late hour. He however was certain that Elam would forgive him this once.
Zevran knew he would break Elam's heart again when he learned of his planned return to Antiva in a few days time. He should not even be back in Ferelden the fight against the crows was succeeding marvelously, he would have to return.
He would return. If he were fortunate, Elam would be at his side.
The sound of faint footsteps pulled Zevran from his thoughts, frustration only building as they passed the door, continuing down the hall.
Elam was, if anything predictable. He never failed to retire or rise at the same time every day. This predictability was something Zevran had missed terribly, his constant ward
Ryan-Justin: The Demon Doctor'He's special,' people had told his mother, 'he's been given a gift.'Ryan-Justin: The Demon Doctor5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
From God, they'd said.
In the early days - no - in the old days, Ryan Bell believed in God. God was a being in Heaven who watched over the people of Earth. Little boy Ryan was told God would give whatever you asked of him, and all you would have to give in return was your loyalty and patience. He forgave anything you asked, and all you would have to give in return was your loyalty and your patience.
Ryan devoted himself to God and gave up everything he wanted and needed in place for a higher purpose.
The longer Ryan suffered this the more he tried to sacrifice - he needed purpose and he needed resolution. Why did he have this gift and what should he use it for? The answer was always silence, which only gave him more questions to ask. His loyalty and patience wasted away, and he gave up. He'd done it wrong.
Ryan began to take risks to provoke this God being. His youth was turbulent at the v
An Evening VisitAn Evening Visit4 years ago in Romance More Like This
He should just go up and knock on the door. The idea repeated itself in his mind, as he stood hidden by the overgrown ivy that covered the benched trellis, his hands idly tearing apart fragile leaves in an attempt at distraction.
Even with the weekly reading lessons and the occasional quest, the awkwardness remained; an awkwardness that was his fault alone. Hawke had made every effort to remain close, the least he could do was try.
The sound of shuffling feet brought Fenris out of his thoughts as he shrank into the foliage to assess any danger. The streets, despite Hawke's attempts at clearing them out, were still not entirely safe, even in Hightown.
What he saw caused his insides to twist as a low growl emitted from his throat.
"Anders." He hissed under his breath as the mage neared.
Fenris watched with dismay as Bohdan let Anders inside the Hawke estate. Fenris immediately determined that Anders must be there to talk Ciaran into joining his futile cause once again, a mages
Vampire!Sweden x Witch!Finland: Side StoryVampire!Sweden x Witch!Finland: Side Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Side Story SuFin
"When life gives you lemons make apple juice."
Tino sat down next to Berwald, he sighed drinking his tea. Berwald read over books that Tino had in his home. It was kind of quiet around the house. Berwald would make little conversation, and when Tino made conversation, Berwald would only listen. They received a knock on the door; Tino went over to go open it. It was Feliciano, with Ludwig. Tino welcomed them into their home and they sat down across from the Nordic couple
"What wrong?" Tino asked, feeling the tension between them.
"Um " Feliciano bit his lip and blushed, "Finny, I we I'm pregnant."
"What-!?" Tino jumped up, "I thought you couldn't!"
"Well, we thought so too!" Feliciano said, worried, "That's why we wanted to ask if you could be the deliverer, you're the only one with this type of experience."
"I have never delivered a baby from a male much less a vampire baby!" Tino said.
"Chika said she has and she'll be her
Of the sea and little fishesWho casts a net,Of the sea and little fishes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not far, but wide -
Perch - on my shoulder
on the wrong side of hell
on top of a world
- never look down.
Salmon - brings out your eyes
smokey grey pebbles,
chagrin and understanding
- hold no hope for the future.
Koi - the way you move
a marionette abandoned
to pull its own strings
- find love in acceptance.
More fish in the sea
means less sea for me.
Purple Skies -Chapter 1- After the DreamSand stuck to Bray's palms, and gathered between his fingers. He could feel the grit of it between his teeth, and over his face. As he shifted weight to his arms and held himself up, it was apparent that he had washed up on a beach. Bray was familiar with beaches and generally thought himself to be familiar with reality in general, but as he garnered his surroundings, these certainties started to slip away.Purple Skies -Chapter 1- After the Dream3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sky was purple. Not a sunrise or sunset purple, but a foreign purple sky that loomed over a strange beach-side of steep orange dunes. Even the ocean was purple, and a white sun reflected off the surface. Bray's eyes burned with the bright colours and the unearthly contrast between them, and his mind struggled to make sense of it.
"Purple sky..." he said aloud, and then there was silence again. He suddenly, and almost tragically realised he was alone.
"Anna?" he frantically looked around, quickly standing and searching the beach for any sign of her, "Anna!?"
The waves seemed to e
from the ashes to live againWhen someone asks what it was like in the 1500s, I tell them I dont remember. Truthfully, I cant recall much about my previous encounters, just as you can barely, if at all, remember your own sixth birthday.from the ashes to live again7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When I die, I am reborn as an entirely new person. Sometimes I am a twelve year old girl, other times Im a three year old boy. Im not often older than 30, and more often that not (fortunately) I am a man. Sometimes I can recall small things, most often my name and where I am. I have to see something to remember it, however, whether its a place or a person. For this reason I can never remember voices or songs, and sometimes even books if they were read aloud to me.
I am no wiser than any other man, immortal or otherwise. I know this, having spent a fair share of lives with both. Just as life balances itself with death, immortality comes with a price. Forever is not a time, you cant measure eternity. There is no clock counting down til the en
Dak and Ruok - Part 1 - JuktuDak watched the halfling rattle at the cage bars, cursing and kicking at the irons around his feet. Dak had set the cage up against his basement wall. He paced in front of his captive, trying to get something from him - anything.Dak and Ruok - Part 1 - Juktu6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
'Shumin!' the tiny humaoid yelled. Dak didn't know much of the Juktu language, but just like every other ill-bred street kid, he knew how to curse in several languages just as well as his own. That was a particular wicked insult, infering he was a Sidian, which Dak took personally.
'Shut your mouth hole, dickhead! I'll fucking kill you with a brick!' He yelled, leering at the cage in a threat.
'Konar luka kunmunka tar!' The Juktu threatened back. His fierced eyes narrowed and he leaned back against the wall. He smirked and threw another insult at Dak, who kicked the cage in a tantrum and stormed out of the room.
Dak pursed his lips, storming up the stairs and out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He kicked out a chair to sit on, flopping over the desk
Farmers' MarketFarmers' MarketFarmers' Market6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At daybreak, we make our aching bodies rise,
caffeinate, survey the still pink-patched sky,
pray for a dry day. Once loaded, we truck
bushels of produce, potted plants, sawhorse
and board tables, stabilize crates of pie
between bins and strawberry boxes, drive
down the mountain, into town and set up
the fruits of our labors, hoping neighbors
and weekenders alike will buy, eyeing
vendors wares, wishing there was cash to spare.
Down-street, a bow begins to sweep the strings
softly, bringing bed-headed children out
to watch the band set up. An old pup roves
over to the barbeque cart, gambols
off when the butcher shouts Git! Later on,
after church, hickory smoke scents the air,
tempting travelers- passengers stare, stop
to wander along main street, squandering
another summer Sunday in Vermont.
To Love a Pirate is Beneath Me Chapter 2Chapter Two: Arthur KirklandTo Love a Pirate is Beneath Me Chapter 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"There's not a chance I can let you leave though."
Dread seized you as he spoke the words in his low, thick English accent. "Wh-what are you talking about?!"
"Well you are my hostage now. You'll be safe and unharmed until the ransom is paid."
"R-ransom?! Why?!" Eventually, anger took over as you tried to yank the door open.
"Well you're of noble birth. Why wouldn't a lowly pirate like me do it?"
You ignored him and refused to believe this was happening. "Ransom?" you thought. "Would they even spend the money to get me back?" This thought crossed your mind as you were trying to figure out how to escape the ship after you somehow managed to open the door
"Ahem." He cleared his throat, and you turned your head to see him holding a silver key on a string, dangling from his gloved index finger. He laughed a little. "See now? You're mine for a while, my dear."
A blush spread across your cheeks after hearing him say that, and you glared at him. "H
bandage-tape kisses_cI'm worn and tattered on the edges and breathing knives into the ozone layer. I'm the echo of something that once was a shadow of beautiful and am now the scream of something destructive. I'm poison dripping through your veins and gas pumping straight into your lungs. So, please, listen to me: run. Run while you can. Run before I chomp the pavement to pieces and it's too late for you to get out of town alive. Run before I catch you. Run before I demolish you too. Run.bandage-tape kisses_c5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You have to know that no matter what happens, no hellfire or Armageddon, could keep me from holding you up, from crushing your demons, and smoothing your edges. Every moment of this is already shredding my insides and shattering my bones. So dig your fingers into my skin and scream into me. Crush me and fill me with everything you've got. Let me be your canary in this toxic void. Don't ask me to leave unless it's with you. Don't ask me to run unless it's to you.
I'm a landmine and I'm exploding under your heels.
Summer RomanceI listen to the ocean, outside of my windowSummer Romance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
its quiet, roaring, lulling me to sleep
but then I hear,
the sound of someone singing
and it pulls me to my feet.
Silent, I follow,
compelled by his song
He sounds like, an angel
with an acoustic guitar
before I know it, I'm singing along
I still remember watching you
strumming with the sea,
your voice dancing with the breeze
pulling me along
I'll never forget you
Would it be wrong if...?Would it be wrong if I said I missed you?Would it be wrong if...?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would it be wrong if I said I wanted to see you?
The sparkle in your eyes
The smile on your face
The emotions in your heart
Would it be wrong if I said I wanted to hear you?
The beating of your heart
The laughter in your voice
The blood though your veins
Would it be wrong if I said I wanted to feel you?
Your strong, gentle hands holding mine
Your face buried in my neck
Your breath on my cheek
Would it be wrong if I said I loved you?