Backstory"Luther?" Weston called out softly, his eyes searching. He walked around the whole house and nothing. No sign of his husband anywhere. He sat down, and Griffin came running into the room. "Mumma!" He laughed happily, jumping into Weston's lap.Backstory3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Weston's blue eyes softened, and he smiled, pulling the other close. "Hello little one." He breathed, holding the other close to his body, smiling and stroking the other's black hair. Hair as black as his but those eyes those eyes were Luther's.
"Where's daddy?" Griffin asked, looking up at Weston.
The older demon sighed softly, and shut his eyes, kissing Griffin's forehead. " .daddy's gone away for a while." He said softly. "Not long but he'll be back." Weston whispered, gently standing and carrying Griffin upstairs to his and Luther's bed room.
"Oh. How long?" Griffin asked, nuzzling Weston and half hiding the other's shirt.
"A week or less." Weston answered gently, tucking the other down into the sheets, and kissing li
In the spider's web IVSebastian was standing in front of Ceil, his head bowed. His master's fingers were tapping on the desk in front of him.In the spider's web IV3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sebastian, tell me again what you are." He whispered, his eyes dark.
"I am here to serve your needs Master, whatever they may be." He said quietly, not looking up at Ceil.
"That's right." Ceil said darkly, and he moved, striding around the desk, and Sebastian's eyes widened a bit. His master, who was normally dressed so neatly, had boots on there were just covered, coated in mud.
"You are my servant. My butler, my demon." Ceil hissed darkly, and he leaned back against the desk. "And you do EVERYTHING I say. No exceptions, none." Ceil breathed. He'd hadn't forgiven Sebastian for the other night.
"Yes Master." Sebastian said quietly, wondering what creative punishment his master had come up with.
"Get on your knees Sebastian." Ceil ordered darkly. He was sick of Sebastian's attitude. "I don't know what has gotten into you lately, but I know it's going t
Angels being Angels IVEzekiel woke up later that night, in a strange place. He whimpered softly, curling up with his back against the wall. It took him a moment to remember where he was, his heart racing. His submissive golden eyes looked around the simple room as he remembered why he was here. Blaze. Blaze had done this Blaze needed him.Angels being Angels IV5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ezekiel stood, shivering, his wings held tightly around his thin body as he moved towards the door. His long white hair swayed with him as he walked, and he reached out to open the door. It didn't turn. It was locked. His heart raced, and he whimpered, tugging at the door. They were going to keep him prisoner here.
He sank against the door, his wings folded around his body as he shook, staying there until morning.
He must have fallen asleep, because he felt a small nudge wake him. "Ezekiel?" Luther's soft voice asked, and the other jerked away, moving away from the door.
Luther felt Ezekiel move, and his eyes softened as he opened the door. "Come on, breakfast is read
Black Panther IISitting in the office the next day was uncomfortable. I'd told my side of the story, gotten cleaned up, and now, we had to watch the tape from last night.Black Panther II4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A few strokes on the keyboard from Officer Thomas, and the satellite feed was pulled up. I watched what I could, biting the inside of my lip as my superior officer reviewed the tape in silence.
It was a horrible feeling. Other than the damage to my pride I'd been lucky. A cut on my head, some scraps on my knees, and some bad bruising on my back and legs. I squirmed in my seat, slowly looking up, just in time to see the man pull back, his seed on my face in the HD video feed. My face burned, and I looked back down.
Thomas shut the video off then, because the criminals had cut off the tape after that, and disabled the gps. The car was gone. I heard him sigh heavily. "Roderick " He said quietly. I didn't want to look at him, and he sighed, sitting behind his desk. "Look at me, that's an order."
I slowly looked up at him, and f
S and MThe smell of leather, gliding over your skin,S and M4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My lips moving, not sure where to begin.
So much pleasure, and so much pain,
Watching your blood fall, I make it rain.
It splatters on the floor,
It runs to the drain.
I'm cleansing your body,
With its filthy stain.
The bonds tighten as you scream out,
I'm laughing so hard, watching you doubt
Your morals, your fears,
As I bring that edge near.
Did I take it too far?
If so, that's too bad.
You believed the illusion
Of control you never had.
Captive VDante's strong arms carried Andrew into the kitchen, holding the shivering naked body close to him. "Easy shh " He whispered, carrying the other into the bedroom and setting him down on the sheets.Captive V4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Andrew's wide eyes roamed the bedroom, his hands touching the sheets. His pleading eyes looked up at Dante, who smiled.
"Go ahead." He said with a smile. "I'm going to get a bath ready, alright?" He said, and turned, putting up a barrier to keep Rowan out.
Andrew whimpered softly, and dove into the covers, smiling so hard his face hurt as he rolled himself up in as many blankets he could. He giggled and laughed until tears rolled down his face. He curled up in the warm sheets until he looked like a human burrito, and got stuck. He laughed as he cried, curled up in so many blankets on the bed.
When Dante came back in, he laughed. "Look at you." He said softly, smiling and gently petting the others hair. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He said softly, helping the other unroll.
BrokenA blind angel, a broken angel, is laying on the floor.Broken4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His sockets bleed red, and he can't see anymore.
Fine white hair lays nestled with his torn wings,
Stained red with blood, and worse, darker things.
His voice is cracked, as his scream echoes,
This blinding pain brings him to death throes,
Crying and sobbing, his naked body twitching.
This broken angel, to watch him is bewitching.
His captors eyes are cruel and cold,
Dark and young, watching the old
crippled angel, struggle on the floor.
Watching, but doing nothing more.
Flash backThe door slammed open, and Weston turned, expecting to see Luther. Instead, a tall, dark haired demon with red eyes walked inside. "Nowaki?" Weston questioned his own eyes wide as his old lover walked inside. Recently, Weston had talked to Nowaki, and the two had sort of 're-bonded' after not seeing each other for nearly 600 years. Nowaki didn't answer, instead moving forward, and looking Weston dead in the eyes, until Weston blinked, confused as the other looked at him. Nowaki's hand went out, slamming against the wall that Weston was backed up against.Flash back5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"That day. After prom." Nowaki stated, his eyes narrowed a bit as Weston's heart raced, pounding solidly against his ribcage like a trapped bird. Weston nodded slowly, showing he remembered, and Nowaki's lips moved softly. "If I had asked you out that morning, what would you have said?" Nowaki asked softly, his face very close to Weston's. Weston swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. The day after prom, Weston had left town, to apprentic
Little girlLittle girl, little girl, why have you gone?Little girl5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where are your words, sweet and song?
Is this your blood, leaking on the floor?
Little girl, little girl, where have you gone?
Have you gone to heaven, to fly with white wings?
Are you roasting in hell, with the fanged things?
Little girl, little girl, I do miss you so.
Your sweet little hands, resting in mine,
Now here you are, in your neat little box.
Little girl, little girl, you are dead in the dirt.
On thin IceHis skates cut fresh groves into the ice as he gained speed, the soft rhythm of a song playing in the empty rink, echoing its beats in time to the skater’s feet. He spun, once, twice, and then gracefully glided into another loop, carving his routine into the frozen glass.On thin Ice2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Loki’s mind was at one with the song, his breath barely past it’s normal rate as his body moved with the music, frost flying as he neared the final seconds. The song was near its close, and he prepared his body and mind for the final leap.
The last chord hung in the air as Loki’s skates left the ice. His body twirled in the air for the span of a heartbeat, and a rare smile crossed his face as his body spun, first one skate slamming into the landing, and then the second.
He’d done it, he’d landed it, and someone was watching. His heart skipped a beat in surprise, and his skate caught in a track, and he felt himself stumble as the song went to static, the music done. With a startled c
Weston's POVWhen I wake up in the morning, the first thing I see is you. This first thing I hear is you snoring in my ear.Weston's POV5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I sigh to myself, but I smile. I'll kiss you on the forehead, or ruffle your hair. Sometimes you wake up, and sometimes you don't. I've gotten used to sleeping naked with you, something I could never do before. I look at you for a moment, and I wonder how you did it. How you were able to find me, underneath all the harsh words and glares. I sigh again, getting out of bed and getting dressed.
I don't dress up as much as I used to. I leave my jacket in the closet, and sometimes my vest too, because I know by the end of the day you'll have it off me anyway. I started to wear my hair longer because I wanted a change. I keep it long, because I know you like it. As I dress, my hands pause over the buttons. My fingers brush over the pierces you have me wear, because you're jealous of Nowaki. I sigh, shaking my head and finish getting dressed. By now, you're awake. Yawning and stretch
SpiritIt's more than a craving; it's more than a need.Spirit3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's the spirit inside, waiting to be freed.
It's the words on a page; it's the notes in a song.
Paint on a brush, and waiting all day long
For the perfect lighting, the look that's just right,
Whether it's first in the morning, or up all night.
It's the beat of the artist, the things that we feel,
And the tools that we use to make the ideas real.
A laptop or pen, paper or pliers
Whatever it is, it lights our fires,
Makes us burn with pride, keeps imagination alive,
So we can say 'we are the artists and we have arrived.'
StormI feel the thunder, rolling in my bones.Storm5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lightning glitters in my eyes.
The rain pounds against my ear drums like a soft summer beat.
I feel the storm, rushing towards me,
The static in the air, warning me,
The dark color of the clouds, inviting me.
A storm is coming; I feel it near with every breath.
Its tempest rages in my body, but it brings me calm.
The anger of the heavens shakes my windows, and whips my hair.
The rain drops fall, a pitter patter by my feet on the wooden floor.
The thunder rumbles, and my body vibrates with its power.
The lightning crashes, and it flashes in my eyes, my blood.
I am the storm. The storm is mine.
Nature, crashing at my front door, as far as the eye can see,
My body is at peace.
Every end is a new beginningCiel's red eyes turned to Sebastian, locking with his butlers. "I only expect one response from you, from now on." His eyes narrowed, and a small smirk played at his lips. "You know what that is, don't you?" Ciel asked, his hand tightening on Sebastian's shoulder.Every end is a new beginning5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Yes My Lord."
Everything Sebastian had come to know had ended. His prize had been taken from him, ripped out from under his feet, and his landing had been harsh. Forever.
Ceil's temporary bonds had chained him now for all of time. They dug into his skin, holding him prisoner in his dark home. For all of eternity.
Sebastian's eyes closed. He hadn't expected this.
"Sebastian." Ciel commanded, noting his butler's lapse in concentration. He held his hand out, wordlessly waiting.
Sebastian rose, finishing tying his master's shoes, and taking the young demon's hand. He spoke not a word, because he was not prompted too. He looked over at Ciel as he led him down the stairs. His insides still burned for a taste of Ciel's soul th
MAKORRA: Take A Bow6Empty.MAKORRA: Take A Bow63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That's what his body felt like as he walked into his Chemistry class and swung his messenger bag under his assigned lab table.
Korra's not going to school today. Mom said that she had an upset stomach this morning.
The phrase that her guardian's youngest daughter told him this morning when he went by to walk her to school, like usual, kept replaying in his head like a broken record. He knew that the reason behind her absence was a lie. She wasn't there because she didn't want to deal with him chasing her down again. He was really tired from staying up most of the night calling her cell phone and thinking of how he could catch her and explain himself most of the night.
He rubbed his tired eyes with his thumb and index finger as he frustratingly groaned. What am I going to do now? He tiredly thought. He wanted the day to be over with already so that he can go home and sleep.
"Here you go Meelo." She said as she placed a bowl of cereal in front of the fi
MAKORRA: This One10MAKORRA: This One103 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That word was written all over her face as she continued to poke at her stomach.
Her legs were hanging over the couch arm and a pile of pillows were supporting her back. She kept looking down at her exposed stomach and poking it with her finger. Her bottom lip was pushed out and her eyebrows were frowning.
She didn't like the comment that her doctor told her earlier that day, it's been gnawing at her ever since it escaped her doctor's lips.
She then felt the pillow that were supporting her be pushed out from under her back. She fell back with a small cry passing her lips and her head crashing down on his lap.
"Not funny Mako." She said angrily as she stared up at her smirking husband.
"I thought it was funny." He said as his smirk grew. He then placed his warm hand on her exposed stomach. "Are you still worrying about what the doctor said?"
"Yes, I mean, it's only been three months. How can I be showing already? Also, I'm getting closer to the fourth month mark, so
Just As You Are"Asami, are you serious? No way!" Korra shouted as she began to back away. "I'm not letting you do this!"Just As You Are3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Come on, Korra, it's really not that bad," Asami said, smiling.
"Asami, the last time I tried to use make-up, it tried to kill me."
"You're talking about the powder back at my house, aren't you?"
"How did you... yes. Yes, I am talking about the powder."
Asami chuckled. "Don't worry, Korra. I did something very similar when I was younger. But then my mom taught me how to use make-up properly..." her voice trailed off as her eyes filled with sadness. "She was really good with make-up."
Korra frowned and put her hand on Asami's shoulder. "Hey, it's all right," she said softly. "I'm sure your mom is proud of you. And she did a great job of teaching you not to die via powder puff."
A small smile appeared on Asami's lips. "That's true," she replied. "Now, have a seat. Let's see what we can do for you. We can at least hide those scratches on your cheeks."
Korra obediently sat on the chai
Losing pt.1LosingLosing pt.13 years ago in Romance More Like This
She was losing him. She could tell. She looked over at the boy who had captured her heart and torn it to shreds. She looked at the sobbing girl in his arms. Asami. She didn't want to hate her but it was hard sometimes. All that crossed Korra's mind these days was how, if Asami hadn't come into the picture, she would be the one wrapped in Mako's strong embrace, the one feeling his kiss. But then Asami pulled stunts like the one at the racetrack. Things that showed Korra that she was more than the pretty, rich girlfriend. Asami had been through a lot, and she didn't deserve crap from Korra, especially after the hell she had just gone through. She needed Mako, and they all knew it. But Korra needed him too. She felt like she was crumbling, piece by piece. Being chipped away by people's expectations and threats, and ultimatums. Ultimatums like the one Mako had given her. She still couldn't believe it. He thought she was so stupid and juvenile and jealous that she would actually play
LustThe smell of sex that haunts the air,Lust5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The touch of your fingers,
Curling tightly in my hair.
The kiss of your lips that stays, and lingers.
The feeling of flesh, pressing tightly together,
Whispering in my ear, 'I'm yours forever.'
I love the way your body slides on in,
As you caress my face,
And press deeper within.
Watching your body move with such grace,
Makes my breathing hitch,
And my heartbeat race.
I can't stand the thought,
Of you without me,
Or even being caught,
By your parents if they see.
It's our little secret,
And we'll never tell.
Reassurance"See this? It's fire. You might be able to bend it," tiny hands reached to touch the flame and Mako quickly pulled his left hand back. "Don't touch sweetheart. It'll hurt. But see, it's like a heartbeat. Just like yours," he took her little hand gently in his right and placed it over her heart. "Mommy says you might be a waterbender though. From what she tells me that's all push," he extinguished the fire in his left hand and took her other hand in his and softly pushed her arms back, "and pull," he pulled her into his arms. "Or maybe you're an earthbender like Uncle Bo or an airbender," he gently tossed her into the air and catching her. She giggled. "And if you can't bend anything at all I still love you and you're going to have the best defense classes ever because I want you to be able to beat up any boys who look at you. Maybe that's just what I want.Reassurance3 years ago in Humor More Like This
.:Legend of Korra:. The PromiseThe Promise.:Legend of Korra:. The Promise3 years ago in Drama More Like This
When the letter came, it wasn't a surprise. Mako had known it would come, though he had hoped he would be wrong. But he was right, and when it came, there was nothing he could do about it. The war raging between Republic City and the New Earth Kingdom was one the Avatar couldn't fix. They two sides were fighting over a dispute for some land. But the war had escalated to more of a show of strength. When the men of Republic City had quite Voluneering, the draft had started. And when you wer drafted, it was either fight or go to jail.
As Mako sat and read over the letter for the 10th time, wishing it was a bad dream, Sorin jumped on him while screaming "Sneak attack!" Mako immediately smiled and grabbed his son, tickling the five year old until he begged for mercy. When the boy had caught his breath he picked up the letter and handed it to his dad.
"Daddy what does this letter say?" He asked, as if he wondered if it was for him.
"It says... It says I have to leave for a little
Loves of the Past (and Present)"Mommy, who's this?" the little girl asked, her legs sprawled out on the living room floor.Loves of the Past (and Present)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Korra looked over. Her daughter had her finger pointed at a picture in an old book. She took a quick look at the picture, and then smiled at her daughter.
"That's Avatar Aang, the Avatar before me."
"And who's that?" She pointed at a different picture at the bottom of the page.
"That's Katara. You remember her, right? She and Aang were married when he was still alive."
"Oh." She turned the page. "Who are they?"
"That's Avatar Roku and his wife, Ta Min. Roku was the Avatar before Aang."
"Did all the Avatars get married?"
"Well, I don't know about all of them. I know Kyoshi had a daughter, but I'm not sure if she ever actually got married. Avatar Kuruk almost got married, but then his wife got taken by a spirit. Then, of course, there's daddy and me, but I'm not sure about the other Avatars."
"Could you ask them? I wanna know."
Korra snickered. "Why don't you just look in that book you got there?
The Jealousy Game (Part 4)"I don't even remember why I left you in the first place, Tahno."The Jealousy Game (Part 4)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I love the smell of your hair, Asami."
"Apparently, Mako likes the smell of dirt."
"And apparently, Korra forgot he was a manwhore."
"Ignore him Tahno; only jealous guys use insults like that."
"And ignore Korra, Asami; only jealous females throw popcorn at their husbands for no apparent reason."
Mako and Korra went back and forth with each other like that the whole movie, leaving Tahno and Asami caught in the crossfire...but they weren't complaining about it. In fact, they enjoyed the crossfire because in meant they'd be a little closer to their ex's, physically and verbally.
By the time the movie was over, Mako was covered in random snacks that Korra had thrown at him and denied. Korra was frustrated because Asami seemed to be touching Mako more than necessary. Asami was giggling because a jealous Korra was a funny Korra and because Mako seemed to be even closer to her. Tahno had his usual smirk on his face and you co
Monsters in the NightMako is certain that he has gone crazy. Three days Korra's been gone, but it felt like weeks. Their three-year-old daughter, Tori, was a handful as it was, but three days of having no one to hand her off to was downright exhausting. She was too much like her mother: stubborn, energetic, and unafraid to dive head-first into everything. Not to mention her over-active use of her newfound firebending abilities, causing her parents to constantly be putting out fires and finding new ways to fireproof the house.Monsters in the Night3 years ago in Humor More Like This
After three days of having to look after this miniature-sized Korra all by himself, Mako longed for his wife's return.
Just one more night, Mako. You can do this, Mako told himself as he lied face-first on the bed, Korra will be back from the Earth Kingdom by morning. You can handle Tori until then.
Truth was he wasn't sure. For all he knew, Tori could be lingering in the room right now, waiting for the right moment to pounce on him. She had the tendency to do things lik