Mias and Elle fan fiction LibraryThe completed stories I wrote about StressedJenny' characters, Mias and Elle.Mias and Elle fan fiction Library3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
1. Mias and Elle: http://bunny-tune-94.deviantart.com/art/Mias-and-Elle-258441379
A one shot about Elle thinking about her old life.
2. My first full story fanfiction between Mias, Elle, Elias and Abernos.
Angels and KnightsKisame didn't know why he let Sasori do this to him.Angels and Knights6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Friday nights were set aside for going out on the pull, true. And yes, this time it was the redhead's turn to pick the bar. But that didn't mean he had to pick THIS place.
Kisame sighed and looked around the room in despair. It wasn't as if the place was bad. If anything, it was quite classy. Soft lights, tasteful decor and drinks that cost an arm and a leg to buy. Oh yes, very high class, for a gay bar. And therein lays the problem.
He isn't the most classy of guys by far. Granted, when occasion calls for it, he can clean up nicely. But in this bar, most guys were all Armani wearing, more money than sense and downright snobby guys. Not his type at all. Okay, they were all goodlooking, that was a bonus. But, perhaps too goodlooking. The shark felt more than just a little underdressed.
And Sasori, his so-called-friend who dragged him here, had fucked off to chase a blonde. Leaving him to stand here alone like a piece of funiture. Whic
First Kisses- a KisaItaThe first time Kisame had kissed Itachi, it had been a mere impulse.First Kisses- a KisaIta7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Theyd just returned from a difficult assassination in the Rain Village. When he thought back on it, Kisame would reflect with amusement that he couldnt even remember who theyd been sent to kill, nor what he looked like, or even how long the mission had taken to complete. What he COULD remember however was that the polish on Itachis pointer fingers was starting to chip that day, and Itachis feet had scuffed up little clouds of dust when he walked, and that his hair had smelled like Lavender, thanks to the hotel shampoo. (Incidentally, he couldnt remember the hotels name either.) But hed never told his partner any of those things, partly because it was creepy, and partly because the observation about his hair made him sound like a girl. Another thing hed never told his partner about that day was it had been bothering him for a while, the thought of how the Uchiha
Random Space Adventures 3The desert planet Muslia, the capital city Susha. Also known as the Oasis of the Sands, it lived up to its name on an otherwise harsh planet. Situation to the outskirts of this beautiful city was a large tower, made famous for having a café atop its structure. From here, one could see far out into the desert and the surrounding buildings, offering a unique bird-eyes view. It was open-planned, nothing but large windows and balconies to serve as walls. This allowed cool and gentle winds to breeze in saving a fortune in air conditioning and the many wind chimes softly sounded within the café.Random Space Adventures 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Had it been any other time, Itachi would have loved it. As it was...
"Hey, can we get some more drinks over here?"
Forcing his face into a pleasant smile, the weasel turned and walked over to the customers, tray in hands. It wouldn't have been so bad, if he had been dressed normally. His uniform, sadly, consisted of a maid's outfit, complete with an apron, stockings and Mary-J
Beyond the Stars 8"No. No way. That's... no. No way."Beyond the Stars 86 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Inside the ship was a ten feet squared room. In the centre was a table bolted to the floor, with chairs to match. To the right was a metal staircase along the wall, leading to another floor. Next to it was a small doorway, through which Itachi could see a kitchen work top. On the far right was another stair well, this time going down. A bookcase and a couch occupied the wall opposite him. And to the left, on a raised platform, was the cockpit. It had two chairs for pilots, and various buttons beeped and flashed. Kisame stood there, looking over and pushing and pulling levers. Compared to the outside, which looked beaten and weatherworn, the inside was bright and cheery, the walls a pale metallic blue.
Itachi stared. He closed his eyes, and reopened them. Nope, it was still there. He walked backwards out, as if to see if the ship looked bigger now. No luck. If anything the outside looked smaller. At best, it was just over a metre and a bit long. So ho
DamagedShe held the pen tightly within her fingers, gripping it firmly, though the slickness of her palms made her grasp slippery and loose.Damaged4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
With a sharp intake of breath that indulged her greedy lungs and furiously pounding heart, she touched the black ball point to paper, carefully carving letters upon it in a slow, steady manner. The ink marked the once pristine white sheet, bleeding slightly, and she frowned, halting her hand so that she might observe the damage she had brought about or better yet, inflicted upon the innocent, oh-so innocent leaf of paper.
Her grip tightened once more for but a single moment, before it grew lax. She then dropped the pen and ripped herself harshly from the desk.
Behind the Scenes 2Kisame gave a loud yawn as he headed towards the make-up department for the day. One of the downsides to the job which considering he was paid to play pretend ninja was a feat in itself was coming in a full six hours ahead of everyone else to be painted blue for the day. Why couldn't his character have normal skin, for crying out loud?Behind the Scenes 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As he entered the make-up room, he was surprised to see Kakuzu already there. Not that it was that shocking; Kakuzu spent as much time in the chair as Kisame did, what with the fake scars being glued to his skin everytime. What surprised him was the fact he was here today, as Kisame thought the other man had finished shooting yesterday.
"Sorry, Kisame," the assistant make-up artist apologised. "We're still making up the body paint. Won't be a mo'."
"Take your time." Kisame helped himself to some coffee from the handy machine in the room. It was vile stuff, but it was like rocket fuel for waking you up. Cup in hand, he walked over to Kakuzu.
Charles' TimelineCharles' Timeline3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Lord Charles Viktor Arrhenius
Current age: 232/142*
- 1780: Born in Vadikov, Kreev. Charles' father was a bookkeeper who married into a lordship. His family was technically entitled to high society although they could never keep straight faces at parties. They were rather snarky with their privileged peers and passed this irreverence to their son. Charles had two elder siblings who died in infancy.
- 1808: Marries Katerina Ingmer. They have two children together, Rodolf and Natalie.
- 1811: Charles' father dies and he inherits his title. Not too much changes. He's thirty-one and writes infamously wry columns, essays, and short stories with growing renown.
- 1814: After an increasingly distant and cool relationship, Katerina and Charles divorce, Katerina feeling Charles is disconnected and uninterested in being a father, more devoted to his writing than his family. Charles does not contest this, Katerina moves elsewhere with their children. Charles would be
Tokens: Fenris x Lady Hawke.Title: Tokens.Tokens: Fenris x Lady Hawke.4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Game: Dragon Age 2.
Pairing: Fenris x Lady Hawke.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to BioWare and BioWare alone. I just like to toy with them and laugh.
The Amell estate's labyranthine hallways were ground deeply into Fenris' memory. He knew what lay behind each door, what rooms connected to those, and which would be inhabited by the people he'd come to know just as thoroughly as the home in Hightown.
By no surprise, he found Leandra Hawke in the estate's smaller sitting room, book in her lap and pair of wire-framed glasses poised on the tip of her nose. A set of intelligent blue-gray eyes flicked up to his, and her lips curled into an immediate smile, lines digging into her cheeks.
"Fenris," came her greeting. It was gentle and warm as it always was, and he followed an offered hand to sit in the high-backed chair beside her.
She watched him closely. After his time spent in their company, she'd seen a great change in him as com
Warm Bodies: A New Start Chapter 1Warm Bodies: A New Start.Warm Bodies: A New Start Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Julie's dad continued to drive back to the stadium, R was still bleeding a lot, Julie looked back at him, she was a little worried that he might have lost to much blood, but R was just happy he was alive again.
"How are you doing R?" Julie asked.
"I...I'm bleeding." R replied.
"You are human again. That's all that matters." Julie said with a smile.
Back at the stadium, all three of them went to the infirmary tent sent up. Grigio took R to the infirmary where most sick and injured people were.
"This boy was shot by one of my men. He is......." Grigio paused for a moment trying to figure out his words "...I mean he was one of the The Dead that is human now."
"What is your name?" One of the nurses asked R.
"Come with me R." A nurse said leading R into the infirmary tent, Julie followed close behind.
R was led to the back of the infirmary tent where he laid down on a cot, the nurses took off his jacket and cut off his white torn
EnglandXReader Christmas and Birthday KissesEnglandXReader - Christmas and Birthday KissesEnglandXReader Christmas and Birthday Kisses3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your phone beeped. Once, twice, three times. Then it stopped and for a while all was peaceful again. At least it was, until Sex on the Radio started blasting out of your phone signalling a call. Groaning, you sat up and rubbed your eyes before reaching out for the source of the persistent ringing.
Your skin brushed against cold, vibrating metal and you picked it up and placed it to your ear, forgetting to check the caller ID.
"Hello?" you asked sleepily.
'HEY _____! It's me! THE HERO!" the voice of your best friend rang through your head.
"GEEZ! You don't need to shout Al!" you yelled into the phone as you placed it on speaker.
"SORRY! Ah er- sorry " he began quieter.
You sat back and rubbed your temples, closing your (e/c) eyes. Yes, you were definitely going to get a headache again.
"Well I thought I'd call and say, HAPPY FREAKING BIRTHDAY BRO!" Alfred continued; now back to his loud self.
Despite your annoyance at hi
pleas don't register with the earplugged deafMaybe I was made to be broken. While being created, my manufacturer decided to install a faulty sense of judgment, so I would always select people to hang around who made it their sole purpose in life to hurt me. But I would never know until it was too late, and I was bleeding oil and love on the ground, ignored by those who crossed their hearts and held their fingers crossed behind their backs in promise.pleas don't register with the earplugged deaf2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I’ve heard almost every variation of the vow, and yet I fall for it every time.
I’ll never hurt you.
I’d rather die than hurt you.
I promise I’ll always be there for you.
Of course I’m your best friend!
I would do anything for you.
I’d die for you.
That’s probably because it comes gift-wrapped in a shiny new package, and I’m lured in by the appeal. My mind assumes, it will be different this time around. My heart
Follow you Home pt.IFollow you Home pt.I4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It has been six years
I had hoped the pain would fade, disappear with time like everyone said it would, but it persists. This steady, pulsing ache in my chest that threatens to crumble my torso and devour my soul
My cold fingers wrap around the small cup of ale in my hands. I have yet to take even one sip despite having ordered it hours ago.
My eyes scan the tavern I have found myself in, the Hanged Man there is a grotesque statue hanging above the door, though I ignored it as I entered. Kirkwall is strange, after living most of my life in a tower I find it interesting how different these lands are. Kirkwall is alien to me, a world of harsh turmoil.
This city stands on a knife's edge, the Chantry looming above like a dragon poised to attack. None of the people here seem to realize that the balance is being tilted in the Divine's direction. Belief in the maker is a requirement to live here it seems
I visited the tower, or the Gallows, yes that is what they call it
I Thought You Liked Redheads"Helga! Over here!" Phoebe waved down her best friend. A sly grin crept across her lips.I Thought You Liked Redheads4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Helga still hadn't woken up fully and stumbled zombie-like on to the high school grounds. Running on auto-pilot, she headed towards the half-asian's voice.
Phoebe sat on the school's main entrance steps. The rest of the girls they grew up with were starting to gather around as well. Over the years, as Helga softened up a little, she ended up becoming more and more "one of the girls". It also meant that she was less and less "one of the guys", but Helga felt comfortable that she found a happy medium between the two groups.
Helga sat beside Phoebe as she waited for the school bell to ring. Typically, everyone gathered about ten minutes before school started just to get in their morning hellos as well as hear the latest gossip before classes began. Helga was having a harder and harder time getting to sleep at night, though, and so she actually hated getting up early enough to continue the pre-s
Prosetry"You died last night. I killed you."Prosetry5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I've killed you many times. In many dreams."
"Do you want to kill me now?"
"No. Why would I?"
"But you want me dead, right?"
"The thing about reality is, it has consequences."
"So you always got away with it?"
"Of course, it's not like morals apply or anything in my own dream world."
"Hey, isn't it stupid? Wishing, that is."
"Have you ever made a wish on a star?"
"A few times? Why-?"
"It's pointless. Looking up at a lonely sky, you wish but sound doesn't travel through space. No matter how loud you SHOUT, your voice won't reach into the universe. And, even so, what could they possibly do for you? There's no one to grant their wish either. You might as well make a wish on a remote control."
"Where are you going with this?"
"Dandelions too. They're considered 'weeds' but people still make wishes and spread their seeds for even more wishes. I think if I ever
holiness has nothing to do with religionwe consecrated the ground with a burning-earth kissholiness has nothing to do with religion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(remnants of past mistakes secluded in the grove-next-door)
and numbered the stars until our brainpower shriveled into nothing
Warm Bodies: A New Start Chapter 11Warm Bodies: A New Start chapter 11Warm Bodies: A New Start Chapter 112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That night after everyone went to sleep, R had some terrible nightmares, he tossed and turned talking in his sleep, he heard his name being called to him, he felt like he was being shaken, he shot up in bed covered in sweat, shaking and on the verge of crying. Julie put her hand on R’s shoulder, that made him jump, he looked into her caring eyes.
“R, you ok? You were talking in your sleep.” Julie asked concerned.
R shook his head and started to cry, Julie held him close comforting him, “Do you want to talk about the dream you had?” She asked.
“It was a terrible dream.” R told her as she wiped away his tears.
“Those dreams are called nightmares. Everyone gets them. I guess its still new for you, you haven’t dreamt in a long time.” Julie said to him, “Even I get them still.”
“What about?” R asked wondering what could possibly scare her.
“Of.....My mom.” Juli
Something Like a Memo - 11, Something in the Wind“And all is gone with the wind…”Something Like a Memo - 11, Something in the Wind2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Picture your first memory, and then imagine it a piece of dandelion fluff in the wind, to be carried off and never thought of again. Who would want to lose their first memory? It’s the first; that makes it important. But a memory is a funny thing; though it’s from the past, it can make or break your future in the blink of an eye. Good or bad, memories can help a person realize their destiny.
But the greatest feeling is when your past catches up with your present, and you’re in a mental equilibrium. Isn’t that the most peaceful feeling? You feel life is infinite, and everything’s in harmony. There’s no possible way life could be better, right?
Memories shape us, whether good or bad, and without memories, we’d be stuck in a state of being. Memories let us move on with our lives, and when all is said and done, it’s all gone with the wind, like the air rushin
philosophy has lost its appealYour absence isn't the elephant in the room;philosophy has lost its appeal2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It’s the invisible parasites lounging in the floorboards
Just writhing for a taste of lonely flesh.
My repaired left half is gone;
Without you, I’m faulty once more:
The half-blind broken wind-up doll is here again.
There aren't words to describe the emptiness:
just return soon.
Landlocked 15Landlocked 156 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ariel took Urchins request like a blast of cold air to the face. Refreshing, relieving, yet--
Why? Ariel asked, shaking the shock from her mind. Urchin laughed his beautiful laugh.
Take a look around, he said. I live in a hovel, confined to the ocean that everyone knows. Nowhere to go, nowhere to call my own. Everyone here knows my past and they treat me different for it. I want a clean slate, Ariel, and new things. Like you.
Ariel sat back, thinking this over.
Theres no way I can say no without sounding like a hypocrite, she mused aloud.
Of course, Urchin smiled. I planned it that way.
Have you thought this out? She asked, trying to be mature.
Have you? H countered. The excuses you gave me earlier were just that: excuses. If we go to the surface, theres no coming back, not even for a visit. Youre to important. You
Dimitri Romanov 1Chapter 1:Dimitri Romanov 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
There was a time, not very long ago, when we lived in an enchanted world of elegant palaces and grand parties. The year was 1916, and my son Nicolas was the star of Imperial Russia. We were celebrating the 300th anniversary of our families rule, and that night, no star burned brighter than that of our handsome Dimitri, my second youngest grandson.
I watched as he danced with his cousins, their silk gowns brushing around his ankles as he laughed and lifted them in the air in circles. Alisa tugged on Dimitri's sleeve, her sash glowing in the candle light of the ball room. The young man picked her up, twirling her around and dancing, his navy blue slacks stretching over his long legs.
Dimitri laughed as his red-brown hair flowed from the top of his head, highlighting the soon-to-be resting spot for his crown.
My grandson put his cousin down, running to me. He was 12, and looked so grown up in his gold encrusted suit. He begged