Jeg liker deg Skwisgaar"Jeg liker deg Skwisgaar. Jeg... Jeg tror jeg elsker deg. Og jeg vet cant du forstår noe av dette, men du aner ikke hvor godt det føles å fortelle deg dette. Jeg skal dra nå... farvel Skwisgaar. Jeg ser på treningen!" - Toki WartoothJeg liker deg Skwisgaar6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I'll Find You Again: Chapter 7I'll Find You Again: Chapter 73 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I'll Find You Again"
Chapter 7: Sympathy
"There really isn't much to say " Sora said lightly, sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to ignore the slight intensity in his host's eyes. Such a scary face
"I know, it doesn't seem like it but " Miharu wondered how much he should say how much he could say. " Sora, I lost someone very dear to me But due to an accident, I can't remember them I can't remember much at all about them actually and it just seems "
"You seem familiar," The dark haired interrupted, looking at him. " That's what you want to say, right?"
The brunette froze, slowly nodding. " I wonder if just maybe "
They sat there in uncomfortable silence as thoughts raced through their heads. The only thing that finally broke the tension was when a lean black fur ball jumped onto the bed, meowing happily as he landed in Sora's lap.
"Hey there little guy" he laughed, playing with him quickly.
Does he notice?"I sense there's something in the wind,Does he notice?6 years ago in Teen More Like This
That feels like tragadies at hand,
And though I'd like to stand by him,
Can't shake this feeling that I have,
The worst is just around the bend,
And does he notice,
My feelings for him?
And will he see,
How much he means to me?
I think it's not to be.
What will become of my dear friend?
Where will his actions lead us then?
Although I'd like to join the crowd,
In their enthusiastic cloud,
Try as I may it doesn't last,
And will we ever end up together?"
I found my self singing these lyrics while laying in my bed during the early morning hours. Thinking of the infamous...well lets leave him unnamed. I reached my arm above my head and stared at it, moving each digit individually letting the light hit my face in several different ways. A quick movement in the shadows. I sit up alarmed, but alas, it is all in my imagination. Or it may be paranoia...My sanity has slowly been fading away, along with my imagination and creativity. I thought of my nightmar
Your Blood is Mine BobXBartYour Blood is Mine.Your Blood is Mine BobXBart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two souls entwined by fate.
Similar in spirit,
blinded by hate.
A thirst for revenge unending.
your retribution pending.
Sins of the past,
never meant for it to last.
The precipice of reconciliation,
That you and I aren't so different you see,
but you will never know truly what you mean to me.
Yet this rage is forever seething.
A feeling indescribable.
A craving, undeniable.
It's almost intoxicating,
To see you shaking, watch you quaking.
Your pain, my exhilaration.
Your fear, my salvation.
from my depths arisen.
My own asylum.
My eternal prison.
An endless cycle,
of hate and indifference.
Of pleas unheard,
Never to be taken.
The devil's bidding,
A heart never relinquishing,
Of an unfinished task.
A murder never come to pass.
No use repenting.
Never sorry, never lamenting.
Now it's time to pay the price.
Cold, silver bl
Party at Joe'sThe sun was slowly going down, and the party on the seashore outside Joe's lunch bar was still as exciting as it was when it started. Lights, banners and streamers covered the usually small and easy-to-miss diner. People had come from all around the valley to the seaside bar outside the Caves of Skops to celebrate the birthday of the friendly green extra-terrestrial who had arrived in the area a few years ago. Joe was turning 132 years old, in his species' years, but to everyone else he was just turning 21. Rayman, being the world's hero, was actually sort of glad to not be the center of attention for once. Most of Joe's friends were over talking to him, giving him colourfully wrapped gifts or taking food and drinks from the appropriately named 'food and drinks table'. Rayman was standing alone, leaning against the side of the giant-seashell-like diner, fiddling with some odd looking toy he found washed up on the shore outside his home earlier that day. After cleaning it a bit, he hadParty at Joe's4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just OnceJust once, let me be happy.Just Once6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just once, look at me as if
I'm the only person in the world.
I know you won't.
Just once, can't I be happy?
Just once, don't ignore me.
Just once, tell me everything.
Everything you've kept from me.
Everything that's "not important".
Why can't you do that?
You keep hurting me...
You don't even know,
How I lay here at night,
The warm tears of sadness,
Running along my cheeks.
I tell myself to shut up, be quiet.
I know you love me.
I don't want to lose you.
But it hurts...
Just once, let me love you.
Just once, be there when I need you.
Just once, cheer me up.
Just once, please comfort me.
Thats all I want.
''Don't Play in the Storm'', She Tells Me''Don't Play in the Storm'', She Tells Me3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Betilla did not like it when I went out during a storm. I remember how she panicked that time I went off to climb the Blue Mountains when a storm was forecast. It took me a while to understand, but looking back, I can see why. Being the hero, who had gone through so much to save the Valley from the reign of Mr. Dark, Betilla knew I was strong enough to survive out in bad weather, but a later incident made her much more wary. I will never forget that day either; I didn't think much of it until the weeks that followed.
The bad weather was already beginning that morning, it was windy and raining lightly and everyone in the Dream Forest was resting comfortably in their homes. Everyone except Tarayzan and I. We weren't afraid of a measly storm, I was a warrior and he lived in the outdoors. We ran freely through the forest, slipping on the muddy ground and wiping the rain from our eyelids as we jumped over the tree roots that protruded out of the ground. I didn't even care how wet of muddy m
Pet Show Disaster Short!Squilliam was overwelmed with fear, frantically for his life as that... thing was chasing him, trying to eat him. And Squidward, having heard Squilliam's screams quickly spun around, as that horrifying beast back Squilliam into a corner where he's momentarily paralyzed. He huddled against the wall trembling uncontrollably. Squilliam breathed heavily as the monster growled and, slowly closed in on the terrified octopus. "St..Stay..Stay Away From Me!"Pet Show Disaster Short!1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Run You Barnacle-Head!"
Squidward yelled at Squilliam. "Run"! The monster lunged, reacting on Instinct the octopus ducked down. "Run Squilliam! Runnn!" Squilliam leapt up fast, but the beast spun around and suddenly grabs Squilliam with it's tongues. The wealthy cephalopod screams out of sneer terror as the monster had him in a choke hold. "D..Dear Neptune!"
"Squidward Help Me!"
Filled with panic, Squidward frantically searched around for something, anything, that he could possibly use to save Squilliam. Rivals or not, Squidward just could
Father's DayAuthor's note: Just a little thing I wrote for a belated Father's Day Inspired by my parents because this pretty much happened yesterday morning XD My mom tried to cook pancakes, she burned them...yeah lol Alfred has taken on my role here ^^ Anyway, enjoy my random dysfunctional family fic.Father's Day6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was Fathers Day and everyone was sleeping but him. Arthur smiled to himself as he prepared the pancake mix. He was going to surprise them all with a good breakfast. He couldnt wait to see the look on Francis face when he ate them. He heard a noise and turned, hoping that it wasnt Francis.
It was just his oldest, Alfred. Alfred, good lad. Could you help me here?
what are you doing, Dad? he said groggily, blinking his eyes behind his glasses.
Whats it look like? Im obviously making pancakes.
Alfreds eyes widened then. Oh shit.
N-Nothing! So, uh
Anniversary - FrUkAuthor's note: So Mau send me this FML link and it sounded JUST like FrUk, so I worked off the quote Mau gave me and made this. It's a little heartbreaking because at the time I wrote it I was feeling pretty sad and lonely, so I channeled my feelings onto Iggy. Sorry, baby D: But I like how it came out anyway ^^Anniversary - FrUk6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He had been busy at work in the kitchen, making all his specialties and eagerly anticipating the arrival of his guest. France was due to be coming over very soon, so his time was limited. He wanted everything to be special.
When the food was done, he placed it on the table and smiled. He was going to love it. He had even made some French dishes. He normally avoided French food like the plague, but since this was a special occasion, he figured he could squeeze it into his dinner menu.
He was washing his hands in the sink when he heard the door open and France walk inside. He went to greet him at the doorway, but France had a scrunched up look on his
Festival - Cuba x CanadaAuthor's note: My friend requested a Cuba/Canada fic, so I tried it. I've never written Cuba before, but it was fun :3 Also, if any of the Spanish or French is wrong PLEASE correct me so I can fix it. I haven't written or spoken Spanish in 3 years and I know next to nothing about the French language (except what my mom mutters around the house).Festival - Cuba x Canada6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Canada had no idea where he was being taken tonight. Cuba had just told him over the phone to dress in wild colors and that was it. So now he walked the streets of Havana dressed in the craziest colored clothes he could find. I look ridiculous, he thought as he walked past a mirror and saw his reflection. People all around him were dancing and playing music and not even paying attention to him.
Oye! America, what the fuck are you doing here?! Cuba came stomping out of a building in festive clothes towards Canada, who shrieked and put his hands up.
Im not America! Its me, Canada! he cried.
Beautiful LoveAuthor's note: So while RPing England on facebook one night, I posted a bunch of pics of the Dysfunctional Family and there was this one pic (linked below) where France was shown molesting England in bed while little Canada and America slept RIGHT NEXT TO THEM. Naturally, the comments I got on that were hilarious and were what inspired this. Some of the dialogue used during that RP is used here. So...yeah. XD Laugh and enjoy!Beautiful Love6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
England wasnt sure whose idea it was to have a family outing. If he had known he was to be dragged to a restaurant, he would have worn nicer clothes. But France had suddenly announced that they were going to meet America and Canada for dinner at an Italian Restaurant. It must have been Americas idea, since they were all visiting in New York City.
The food was delicious and England was actually enjoying himself, though he would never outwardly admit it. He swirled the spaghetti around with his fork and was just lifting it t
Happy Halloween - FrUk familyAuthor's note: Here's a little AU fic I wrote up yesterday starring everyone's favorite dysfunctional family DDHappy Halloween - FrUk family6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"C'mon, Dad! Hurry up!"
Arthur smiled as he made his way through his living room to see his sons all dressed and ready to go trick or treating. Alfred was swinging his bucket back and forth, nearly hitting his brother each time.
"Alfred, stop swinging that around. You'll hurt Matthew," he warned.
Alfred pouted but stopped. "Can we go already? All the good candy will be gone if we stay here any longer!"
"We're waiting for Papa," Matthew said softly from inside his polar bear costume.
"Papa's too slow!"
A handsome blonde man seemed to float down the stairs towards them. "Hmm? You called for moi?" Arthur rolled his eyes at his husband's dramatic entrance. He was dressed as a very French looking vampire.
"Who are you supposed to be?" Arthur growled as Alfred cheered and grabbed the doorknob.
Francis fixed the cape around his shoulders and then wr
APH: HeartquakeThe door of our bedroom made a loud thud as it hit the wall violently. I came dashing in without paying any interest to the loud noise I created. I unknotted my tie and threw it harshly on the bed we shared every night.APH: Heartquake5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Don't you dare turn your back on me, Kiku." He spoke as irritation colored his husky voice. I felt his usually gentle hand take my wrist roughly making me spun and face his angry face.
I glowered at his glaring emerald eyes. My expression infuriated yet more composed than the blonde man. He always let his emotions come before his thoughts which I did not.
"What else Arthur-san? What else do you want to hear from me? I told you the truth and I have apologized. Do you want me to kneel down and beg for your forgiveness as well?" I glared harder as my words sounded mocking.
"Apologized? That was not an apology!" his voice was getting louder and his grip more firm. "You affronted me, you did not ask for forgiveness! How can I be sure you won't do it again? Don't take me for
Happy Birthday - US x CanadaAuthor's note: I actually wrote this fic waaaaaay back in January but I decided to post it now I was just starting to get used to writing these characters at the time I wrote it, so I know there's probably some mistakes. But I thought it was cute enough to post today since it IS Canada Day :3Happy Birthday - US x Canada6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Canada groggily opened his eyes to see his alarm clock.
5:45am. He groaned and rolled over in his bed. Gway, Al, he growled.
The younger blonde stumbled out of bed and walked to the door, glaring at his older brother when he opened it. What. The Hell. Do You Want? he hissed.
America smiled and walked into the room. You know why Im here.
No, I really dont, Al.
Cmon, Matt, think haaaard!
Canada put a hand to his forehead and sighed heavily. Its too early for guessing games. Cant you just tell me and
Uninvited Guest - EngSpaAuthor's note: Random fic from a random thought that turned out cuter than I had imagined it would.Uninvited Guest - EngSpa5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was an awkward position to be in, England realized. He hadn't been expecting visitors, least of all Spain, and had nearly dropped the towel around his waist when said person had merrily walked into his house.
"What are you doing here?!" he finally shrieked, holding his towel as tightly as he could. "And how did you get in?!"
Spain laughed. It was as if he hadn't just walked in on the other half naked. "I wanted to pay you a visit," he said with a warm smile. "And your back door was unlocked."
"Couldn't you have called first?!"
The brunette shrugged and made himself comfortable at the dining table.
England groaned and rolled his eyes. "Look, just let me change, all right?" A few moments later, after rummaging through his drawers for something to wear, he came back out and stood in front of the Spaniard sitting at his table. "You have some explaining
Kiss Me - FrUkAuthor's note: Last fic tonight, I swear! So I wrote this one today out of the blue with just the first line to go on. Hope you like :3Kiss Me - FrUk5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
France merely stared at his guest with raised eyebrows. "Excuse me?" he said.
Large eyebrows furrowed in irritation. "I said kiss me."
"Why?" Normally such a request would make him spring into action. But for England of all people to be the one asking, well, he just wasn't sure how to respond.
England glared at him. "Because I want you to."
"But you always say my lips must taste like a frog's."
"And that you hate my beard."
"I do. It looks awful."
"Then why on Earth do you want to kiss me, Angleterre?"
England shrugged. "Must I need a reason?"
"Yes!" France cried. "You cannot request something like this of me without an explanation!"
"All right," he replied, looking bored. "My explanation is this: we have known each other for centuries."
"And it's only proper that we should kiss."
My Maid's a Man - FrUk Ch. 1Author's note: Okay so, I woke up the other day with this idea for an AU where France was a male maid, disguising as a woman and Arthur was the lord he worked for. I worked off of that and wrote the fic pretty much all in one go but I'll be splitting it into chapters. I'm actually really not sure what time period I was thinking of when I wrote this. It feels kind of Victorian but then again I added in phones, so...yeah. Maybe the 1920s or something. I'm sorry if France seems OOC in this but this is an AU. So enough of my blabbering. Enjoy!My Maid's a Man - FrUk Ch. 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Also, for reference on who Arthur's siblings are:
Patrick = Scotland
Erin = Ireland
Gareth = Wales
The day Francis Bonnefoy was given to the Kirkland family as a maid, his mother disguised him as a girl. She combed his hair neatly, put him in a pretty dress and sent him off to go make money to pay off her gambling debts. She told him to go by the name Francine around the family, that under no circumstances were they to find
Sweet Dreams - FrancexEnglandAuthor's note: Heeeey~ So uh...this fic is based on something that actually just happened to me last night. My family and I went to go see a movie and as we were getting back into the van, I smashed my head against the roof of it and screamed out in pain, I cried, my mom freaked out and wanted to take me to the hospital but my dad just drove us home so that I could put ice on it. My head still really hurts, it's been throbbing on and off since early this morning and I can see the scrape and the bump on my head now too...blah. So in my fit of genius, I thought I'd write a little FrUk fic with Iggy in my place.Sweet Dreams - FrancexEngland6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Mon cher, how are you feeling?"
England attempted to roll his eyes but it hurt too much to do so. "I feel like I fucking smashed my head against the bloody car, that's what."
"Well it is your fault you weren't looking."
France had a pitying expression on his face and England wanted to wipe it right off. "Just shut up and give me the damn ice pack."
Lover's SpatAuthor's note: Because my parents easily inspire me now, I decided to try and write a little drabble based off a little spat they had a few months ago. Canada's taken on my role here with America in my brother's. Most of these lines are the same my parents used during the spat, with some added stuff to make them seem more France and EnglandLover's Spat6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was supposed to be a quiet night of watching television with his parents. That had been Matthews initial plan anyway. His brother was in his room playing a video game (as usual) and his two fathers were in the living room on opposite sides. He was in the middle, cuddling up with his bear and waiting for the commercials to stop.
Then a commercial on how to stop snoring came up and his father, Arthur, commented, You need that, Francis.
Quoi? the other man beside Matthew snarled. Pardonnez-moi?
Youre a horrible snorer.
Sacre bleu! I do not <i>
Driving - FrUk drabbleAuthor's note: So before Mau came to get me Wednesday and take me to Heather's, I wrote this upon realizing that me and her in the car = France and England in the car. I wondered just WHAT would happen if these two got lost while driving somewhere...and wrote it in like a minute XDDriving - FrUk drabble6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You dont even know where youre going, do you?
France glared at the man beside him in the car. If youre going to be a backseat driver
Oh no, Im perfectly fine being the passenger. I would just rather not be bloody lost when I have to use the loo.
France counted to ten in his head. You have the map, oui? What does it say?
I dont know, its all in French.
He twitched. England smirked. Of all the people to get stuck with, he grumbled.
Im not any happier about it than you are, the Brit said airily. But how about less whining and more driving?
One More Drink - UKLatFraAuthor's note: Hehe, I started this awhile ago and just finished ^^ So I found out Latvia is a bit of an alcoholic. Don't believe me? Look at his bio. Here: "Despite being rather young, his profile also states that he drinks a lot of alcohol." WTF Latvia XD Soooo, my friend Mau gave me this idea that France and England could get him drunk (since they love to drink) and then I added in that Russia could find them and go all "kolkolkol" on their asses. 'Twas fun >;D Tiny mentions of FrUk here, but what can you expect from me lolOne More Drink - UKLatFra6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Latvia knew he was in a bad situation. He had managed to avoid Russias eye all throughout the meeting and had successfully made it out without being grabbed. Well, grabbed by Russia anyway. France had somehow used his special little boy seeking powers and found him just as he was leaving the building. He then swooped down on the poor boy and dragged him away to a local bar, saying something about trying his
Kira-Sama: A Christmas CarolOh...Kira-Sama: A Christmas Carol5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You better not sin,
You better not kill,
The cops won't stop you
I'll tell you who will:
Kira-sama's judging you all.
He's writing a name,
Spell-checking it twice.
He's gonna kill you
If you haven't been nice!
Kira-sama's judging you all.
He knows when you've been killing,
He knows if you've done a crime,
He'll smite you from a distance if you haven't done the time!
When you're clutching your chest,
And starting to die,
It's your punishment,
I'm telling you why:
Kira-sama's judging you all!
Eyebrows - FrUkAuthor's note: I'm on a roll tonight 8D So I wrote another FrUk fic today about Iggy's eyebrows. I really wasn't sure what I wanted...but I knew I wanted it to be funny and involve France somehow. Hence this. The end is kinda meh, but I'll deal with it. It's just a little oneshot anyway. (And England's eyebrows totally have the magic curse that Harry Potter's hair does XD)Eyebrows - FrUk6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He thought plucking his eyebrows would somehow make him more attractive, and lessen the stares he sometimes got when out in public. He didnt expect them to keep growing back no matter how much he plucked them.
England didnt understand why his eyebrows were so against him. Bloody gits, he grumbled as he looked in the mirror. Cant just leave me alone for one hour, can you?
Arthur, were going to be late to the meeting if you dont hurry up! France called.
Ill be right down, he hissed. Realizing his eyeb