Arthur's Dirty MindCharacters: England, America, CanadaArthur's Dirty Mind5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Length: 1 shot
Rating: PG-13 - dirty thoughts hoho
Time Period: Between 1600 and 1700 I'd say
Setting: England's house
Historical event: N/A
Arthur figured that leaving Alfred and Matthew alone in the house while he went to shop for food was okay since they were old enough by now to take care of themselves. An hour away wouldn't give those boys too much time to destroy his home, right? At least that's what Arthur prayed for. He didn't need Al to set fire to his home. Again. At least Matt was there to keep an eye on his rambunctious brother.
When the Englishman returned with his groceries, he was relieved that his home was still standing in one piece. Smiling positively, he walked inside and headed towards the kitchen to get a glass of cool water. It was a rather hot day outside, quite unusual for the end of summer. The two boys were nowhere to be found, but Arthur assumed they were
.: Wars of the Roses :. Ch-1.: Wars of the Roses :. Ch-15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wars of the Roses
During the mid 1400s, Britain was underneath tremendous pressure to produce a new monarchy to rule the kingdom. This caused a power struggle to erupt between two leading families at the time, the House of Lancaster and the House of York. These two branches of the same family fought day and night for the throne in what is known as "The Wars of the Roses".
Now, 400 years later, in the British society known as "Victorian", where industrialism has taken its place among everyday life, the country is once more plunged into this age-old battle however this time, opposing other European powerhouses to the United Kingdom. The "roses" now belong to various prominent families who control specific parts of the world. These people will now fight for the right to rule the world.
The Red Rose
Arthur Kirkland sat reading his daily Victorian Times, resting comfortably against the red velvet chair in his study. Abstractly reachi
Salem witch trialsThe prosecutor looked at me. His eyes burning for an execution. People now-a-days were hanging happy. It was like a play for them to watch and fill their minds with. The verdict for me witchcraft. Never done it once in my life and yet I'm in court for it today, and the jury of my peers is watching my every move. I looked over at them and the lead girl smiles at me, that smile I despise. It's one of those smiles that makes you wish you could smack it off.Salem witch trials4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You have been found guilty of witchcraft." I looked at the judge. "If you confess now and tell us the other witches in the village then you will be free." He finished.
This whole witchcraft hysteria started with a girl named, Penelope. She's the reason I'm in this position.
I looked at my mother who was balling uncontrollably in the pew. I wasn't a witch! "How am I supposed to confess when I have nothing to confess to?" I asked as politely as possible.
"She is a witch you see she isn't confessing!" Penelope screamed standin
Capt. America Meet... America?"Where's our damn support?!" the blond member of the American Army Air Signal Corps-Gunnery Sgt. AF Jones- screamed into the radio. There was just him and two others le- make that one. He gulped, lifting his hands along with his companion. There was nothing to do but- a faint whistling made them pause. There was something familiar abou- a large discus of red white and blue slammed into a German soldier's face, knocking him back and drawing everyone's attention. It ricocheted off another and landed in the gloved hand of America's greatest known weapon.Capt. America Meet... America?5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The relief in their faces was visible as they looked at him so thankfully. He smiled at them reassuringly before charging into battle with his faithful sidekick. It didn't take them long to dispatch the German soldiers. They weren't as difficult at the people he usually fought. Just more of them.
The two men gaped at him openly before the one who had been screaming into the radio moved faster than an Italian who had spott
My Brother's KeeperYou said we are like Isaac and Ishmael, the two brothers born instantly into separate paths. Of course they fought, like us, and one was favored more, like us, and the other ostracised, like us, but still the comparison made little sense. Isaac and Ishmael were strong, still are strong, always persistent (okay, so maybe somehow always surviving is a shared trait), but in the end they earned what they had; we never did. Everything we own we inherited from Grandpa Rome.My Brother's Keeper4 years ago in Drama More Like This
We are nothing like Isaac and Ishmael.
Then again, it is easy to pass off your comment, as it was more an absent thought that struck you during one prayer session than an actual notion. (You never have been very good at keeping your mouth shut.) Just as soon as it left your lips they were back to flapping off about something your potato bastard did that day, and in the end I had to smack you before blissful silence could be restored. (I already spend most of my time with one chatterbox, I don't need <i>
Vand.The Swede watched the Dane, crossing his arms. Highly unamused, there wasn't much he could do as the other kingdom, stubborn as ever, gently pushed himself out onto the frozen lake.Vand.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Come on, Berwald!"
"Nej," the Swede said simply, face blank. The glare from the snow crossed his glasses and he had to squint to see. Denmark paused now in the middle of the lake and turned to him, giggling.
"Hvorfor ikke? Why not?" he asked, smiling.
"N't s'fe," replied Berwald, shaking his head. "Th'n 'ce. G'nn' f'll," he stated. "Och 'm n't g'nn' s've y'."
They were in Northern Sweden during the winter. Amleth Kjaer liked the snow of Sweden, and since the Kalmarunionen granted him access of all of Sweden and Norway, he was quite pleased. The Kalmarunionen had been a difficult thing to achieve, especially since Norway had been reluctant. But Sweden managed to persuad him, and now Denmark had two husbands. Though he and Norway's marriage had remained loveless and unconsummated,
My Place - 'APH'The moon shone brightly overhead as the Frenchman approached the olden style house he knew so well. Sighing, he straightened his tie and adjusted his hair, ruffling it up just a tad. Looking down at the flowers he was holding, he smiled softly to himself. These were Arthur's favorites.My Place - 'APH'5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Standing at the door, he took one hard look at the house, and then finally worked up the nerve to knock on the door. This was the moment he was waiting for. He had worked himself up all day long to avoid Arthur just so he could have the courage to face him now and tell him
"Yes, who is it ?" A man slowly opened the door, his bright emerald eyes peering out into the night. The inside of the house flooded the porch with light, illuminating the man standing there. Arthur gasped in shock for a split second, and narrowed his eyes. "What do you want, wine bastard?"
Francis looked away, coughed, and then looked back at the Britishman. "I came to bring you flowers, mon amie ~" he answ
A brother's hug .:Fanfic:.A brother's hugA brother's hug .:Fanfic:.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a normal day, kinda borin and Canada's brother America was in a meeting
with the Allied Forces. Well, at least he called it a meeting, what really happened
at those, was a secret. Though, Canada didn't care what they were doing at those
conversations, he was happy about America's promise. He told Canada to go to
cinema with him. For everyone else It'd be nothing special, but so was for Canada!
He had no friends to go to cinema with.
Matthew was happy and went a few minutes earler to the place in front of the cinema,
he tried to catch his brother on his way to it. But America was kinda late...
Canada was patient, those meetings are longer as actually planned. Especially
for Alfred since he was the leader of the Allied Forces.
But after 30 minutes.... and again 15 Minutes Canada got nervous, "Where are you?"
he asked himself. Was it normal to be 45 Minutes too late? He was waiting and
waiting, but his brother didn't come.
Though, it was Okay. Matthew already attune
APH Let The Monster RiseThe large grand father clock ticked in the background, pendulum swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm. France stayed motionless in his seat on the couch. His fingers were linked together as he rested his chin on top of them, all this being supported by his elbow resting upon his knee. He stared forward into the fire place, eyes barely blinking as he continued to gaze into the rising flames. He had barely moved from this spot for the past few hours, waiting for him to return home.APH Let The Monster Rise4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The front door to the large mansion swung open. A small body stumbled into the house before turning and shutting the doors. Taking his shoes off and placing them to the side so as not to get the house dirty, a young Canada quickly moved into the living room. Upon seeing his Papa France sitting in the room however, he froze up, staring at the older man in fear.
France's eyes finally drifted away from the fire for the first time in a long while. They stung from the heat of the flames, but he quickly blinked
APH: Liking"Hey you sick or somethin'?"APH: Liking5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Canada shook his head, keeping his head down. He wasn't thinking straight, even a simple "no" was difficult to process in his hazy mind, it could have been the several glasses of wine he was reluctant to drink or the fact that his brother, which he hadn't spoken for some time, sat beside him and kept rambling on about stuff he could care less. It could have been both but he wasn't sure because it was hard to hear himself think while the other kept talking and talking and talking.
"You sure?" Alfred waited for a verbal response, his eyes fixed on his brother; there wasn't anything fun to look at the party anyway. "I can get you a bed or the sofa if you wanna sleep."
Matthew's arms held Kumajiro tighter as his cheeks turned a darker shade of red. He pursed his lips while staring at his bear's white fur, apparently trying to evade a certain American's tantalizing blue eyes. He shook his head again.
"There's something wrong with you." Obviously. "I can tell 'co
CanadaXReaderXAmerica 6Canada x Reader x America - Good Things Don't Last Forever - Chapter 6CanadaXReaderXAmerica 64 years ago in Romance More Like This
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Cole slowly climbed up the stairs, inching closer towards the dungeon door.
"Don't go there, Cole! Don't freaking go there! Don't! There's freaky stuff up there, dude!" Alfred continuously whined in a low voice. Matthew sighed, mentally, and glanced at his brother.
You tried to drown out Alfred's incessant mumbling, or the fact that he'd been inching closer to you with every 'scary' scene. OR the fact that his arms were wrapped around you, now, and every time you tried to prise out of them, you failed because his grip was so strong. No one would've ever said that Alfred would be the type to be scared of anything like this but stranger things have happened, you concluded. Glimpsing at Matthew, you noticed how intently he was looking at the screen. The contrast between the brothers
AssassinLurking in shadows,Assassin4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stalking his prey,
He leaps from his viewpoint,
Into the hay.
With silent footsteps,
He follows nearby,
Gently pushing his way,
Knowing who will die.
The soon to be victim,
Stops and turns,
And of his fate,
He quickly learns.
His arms wide open,
The hooded man strolls forward,
With a short, quiet breath.
The blade, thin and sharp,
Slid into the mans throat,
A gargle was made,
Silenced by a nearby goat.
As quickly as that,
The man dropped to the floor,
The hooded man was gone,
As guards came through a door.
'Who did this?!' they yelled,
Looking at the wound below his chin,
Only one thought came to mind,
That was the thought, of the Assassin.
Law and CrimeLaw and Crime: request by HC-IIIX.Law and Crime4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Let me go, roticulo, maledetto figlio di troia!"
Teodor Viscardi fought the tremendous urge to snicker as these vehement words echoed through the otherwise empty police guild. It was quite late in the evening, a time in which most people already slept, and the only light in the building came from the many candles on the tables and stands along the walls. Their pale light gave the room an almost ethereal feeling and along with the almost reverent silence of the night, the late evening had quickly become the Officer's favorite time of day to be at his base of operations.
The aforementioned silence, however, was now painfully shattered by the other occupant of the room. Ever since he had put her behind bars, Faustina Collari hadn't stopping screaming and, in addition to banging a bowl against the walls of her cell, had now taken to insulting him and every last person that would ever be part of his lineage.
At first, he had been furious about her
Disappearance of Denmark Ch. 1Chapter 1: DisappearanceDisappearance of Denmark Ch. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Something was wrong.
Norway could tell as soon as he slammed the snooze button on his alarm clock. This rotten taste in his mouth never boded well for his day. Slowly, he gathered enough energy to sit up in his bed. He stared into space for a few minutes before he noticed a tiny tugging at his sleeve.
"G'mornin' Hallbjørg," Norway grumbled, managing a small smile for his faerie friend.
Norway stretched his arms above his head, and finally felt motivated enough to get up. He still felt like something just wasn't right. He loosely pondered this while heading to the kitchen, but when he found his thoughts running in circles he decided that whatever it was could wait until after coffee.
However, after fully awakening, Norway pushed the odd feeling out of his mind to make way for a more pressing matter: the world meeting he had to get to today. Thankfully he had packed last night, but it was still a hassle to get to the airport. And before that, it'
Merlinfic: TMIATD 1Merlinfic: TMIATD 14 years ago in Humor More Like This
Things That Merlin Isn't Allowed To Do (According to Prince Arthur)
Summary: A list which everyone in Camelot should be aware of, in which Arthur is a prat/possessive and Merlin is stubborn/too endearing for his own good. One: Animals. "Sometimes, Arthur thinks, Merlin is really, truly annoying." Pre-slash Merthur.
Author's note (2012-07-16): As I'm writing this note, this fic has nearly been completed and I'm in the process of going through this story a final time to adjust a few things (nothing major I promise!) and correct some grammar. I just want to say a HUGE thank you to all of the people who've read, favourited or added this story to their alerts lists; and also to all the people who might in the future do the same. Without you I'd never kept going with this story. It exists thanks to you. Some of you also have left ideas or little plot bunnies in their reviews and though I unfortunately didn't manage to make them all come alive, I u
Brother and Sister Warning: Spoilers for Fable II and Fable IIIBrother and Sister4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Queen Rosa took a deep breath before knocking on the door. She had debated about doing this for so long, kept putting it off. The Revolution, The Crawler, her adopted daughter, or a mission was always her reason for not doing this before. 'No more excuses, I need to do this.' Rosa thought to herself.
The door opened and there stood Logan. He seemed absolutely shocked that Rose was there. When Rosa had allowed him to live, he thought she would never want to see him again.
"My Queen," Logan said, bowing to her.
"Logan, we need to talk." Was Rosa's reply.
Logan nodded and moved so she could step into his house. After The Crawler, he had moved to the old carpenter's home in Sivlerpines. He did it so he could avoid most of Ablion, as no one ventured this far into the Balverine infested woods.
Logan leaned against the wall of his cabin, as Rosa sat on the bed. Rosa looked around the small cabin slightly shocked. For Logan to go from livin
whinnie the poohOh, hello there- my name is Christopher Robin, and you are?whinnie the pooh4 years ago in Horror More Like This
Oh... that's a lovely name.
Can I tell you about my friends?
Oh I can? Thank you so very much, I miss them so terribly much sometimes.
First there was pooh bear, and Eeyore, and Rabbit, Piglett and Roo, and Owl and all sorts of other friends!
I was a little boy when I used to visit them so very often, but one day I went to school for a little while.
When I came back I was horrified at what I saw- Pooh bear had been trying to climb a tree for some honey you see, and he wasn't very bright. He tied the rope around his neck instead of his waist, and when he fell... well, you get the picture.
The entire hundred Acre wood had a service for poor Pooh bear- it would have been a grand gathering if not for the circumstances.
Everyone paid their respects to Pooh bear before burying him beneath his favorite honey tree.
Even after the winds had grown cold and everyone else had left, I stayed.
Pooh bear had been my greatest frien
Encounter: Chapter 7There was finally a light that glowed dimly into the trunk. Desmond could see it through his half-closed lids, and he smelled the open, fresh air above him. His eyes snapped open and he instinctively sucked in air that, for once wasn't dry and stuffy. He saw a shape above him, illuminated by light from behind.Encounter: Chapter 75 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Lucy?" he asked. Augh. The light hurt after spending so much time in the darkness; he felt like a zombie awakening. Screwing his eyes he tried to sit up. "We're there? Here? Whatever?"
Lucy nodded and someone else joined her. "You look dead," the new person commented in his deep voice. Desmond had to smile at that. Altaïr extended his hand out to him, and Desmond took it gratefully. With a tug Desmond raised himself to a crouch and gingerly jumped/slithered out of the car. It bounced slightly after his exit.
"Ohhh," Desmond groaned and doubled over. A burning ache started in the right half of his body, clenching and unclenching. His feet and hands felt numb, than tingled as
A Precious GiftThis was silly. She paced back and forth as cast absent-minded glances at the vendor infront of her, he on the other hand seemed to become more and more frustrated and his face had begun to take on a red-ish tone. This was silly..A Precious Gift3 years ago in Romance More Like This
She had no idea why she found this so hard, why she felt so childish, she just wanted to buy him a gift. Was that so wrong?
How hard could it be? She sighed and stopped pacing, frowning mildly as she continued to inspect the pistols on the stand. It was so hard.
"I'll take that one." she mumbled finally and pointed at the most expensive piece, shaking her head to the foolishness she was about to do.
The vendor handed her the weapon and she payed him, greed eminating from him as she handed him the credits. This was so silly..
The weapon seemed to become heavier and heavier the closer to the spaceport she came and she felt how she begun trembling. How was this possible?
She couldn't help the silly smile that spre
A New LifeIn the middle of a vast, beautiful field of rippling green grass and brightly colored flowers, a unicorn mare lay on her side, in the middle of intense labor. She was a mare of uncommon beauty, with a rare purple coat and an incredibly long mane and tail that shone like the moon. Her horn and hooves looked to be crafted from the purest silver. Her name, appropriately enough, was Amethyst, like the amethyst stone.A New Life4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She lay half-hidden in the tall, thick grass for what must have been hours, lying mostly still save for a subtle shift of her slim foreleg, remaining mostly silent save for the heavy gusts of breath and an occasional squeal of pain. She had given birth before, so she knew what to expect, but it still hurt. What made this birthing especially painful was that she was doing it entirely alone, without her beloved mate at her side.
Just when it seemed it would never end, it was over.
Amethyst stayed where she was for a minute or so longer, before finally lifting her weary head to t
Ch. 3 ConflictsCh. 3 Conflicts4 years ago in Drama More Like This
The story of the Royal Family is a chapter story,
About the early days of the Royal Family.
Conflicts is a very short chapter about Ozai's past.
Ozai is twenty-eight,
Ursa is twenty-six,
Zuko is several days old.
The story of the Royal Family,
Chapter 3: Conflicts.
Ursa walked barefoot through her room, held baby Zuko straight into her arms. She was rubbing his back, so she tried to loosen some mucus.
This had been an awful and sleepless night. Zuko has the whooping cough. A disease that is dangerous for young children, they can get a respiratory arrest or they can choke in their mucus.
Ozai looked worriedly over his wife and child. "Why does everything always need to fail?" He asked emotionally.
Ursa thought several seconds over these words and smiled. "I don't see this as failing, Ozai. Life can't be perfect all the time."
The young man shook his head. "Everything I ever held into my hands has failed..."
"That isn't true, that insinuates your father!" Ursa closed her ey
Encounter: Chapter 6"... so we're discharging you today."Encounter: Chapter 65 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
At those words Desmond breathed a sigh of relief. It was what they had been waiting for, so many days. At last Altaïr was well enough to leave the hospital.
The weeks spent here had been bitingly torturous, mentally and physically. It had been hard to stay in a small place for much of a day and worry ate at his mind.
On the other hand, in such close proximity with Altaïr unsettled him. The overwhelming desire to touch him warred with his sanity and relationships with him and Lucy. Two different things, walls he shouldn't breach but if he did, what would happen? Ever since the night he had so nonchalantly caressed Altaïr's face, he'd been even more disturbed. Desmond shook his head in disgust to clear away his thoughts and paid attention to Lucy again.
She was discussing arrangements and Altaïr's condition with the nurse now. Since it didn't really involve Desmond much he went over and squatted next to Altaïr's bed. A
An Obvious Spanking*Read the description below, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*An Obvious Spanking4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
France and England sat at the world meeting and were jabbering on and off with each other in little spats. It had been this way for as long as Arthur could remember. Since the early days, when they were both fighting against one another, the Brit just did not want to deal with the French nations presence. Normally Arthur would do everything in his power to find a different seat, but the French nation always seemed to want to sit next to him. He shook his head with a sigh.
Germany had the table, and was talking. No one usually talked out of turn when he had the seat, and England looked over while rolling his eyes. He grabbed up his cup of tea, and sipped from it. France continued talking, but quietly.
"Come on Arthur come over, and I guarantee 'ou will 'ave a delightful time. My maids, 'zey are 'ze definition of satisfaction. Hoh hoh naughty lit