Love is a Dangerous Game 1Kat:Love is a Dangerous Game 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was near the end of my freshman year at Goode High School when I first met him. I guess you could say it was an ordinary day, the fire department had just finished putting out the fire in the gym and this trouble maker named Percy Jackson was on the run again. This was the third time this year the gym had gone up in flames thanks to Percy Jackson, and when he was caught and questioned he would somehow convince everyone that he was innocent. I have no idea how he does it.
Anyway, I should probably introduce myself. Obviously my name is Kat. You could call me Goth, punk, crazy, emo, it doesn't matter I've heard it all before. I like to dress in black, big black, long sleeve shirts in the middle of summer, blue jeans, and normally my red combat boots or black high-tops. Today was combat boots and a black sweater. My hair is a totally different story, so I'll give you the short version. I got it cut really short in the back and longer in the front, I like to curl the long strands f
Something Quite Peculiar - Chapter 33Something Quite Peculiar - Chapter 331 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter Thirty-Three: No Regrets
It seemed to take ages to reach her home, parking just within the dream sand barrier the Sandman had created and finally shutting her car off. With shaking hands, Rowan took her bag from the back seat before slipping out of her car.
Jack climbed down from the roof of the jeep, following her as she reached the front door and fought her trembling hands to slide the key in the lock. Once inside, she flipped every switch on the nearby wall to turn on every light in the front room. She felt sick; her heart still would not slow. Would they have gotten away if the Sandman hadn't sent one of his pets to help?
As she hung her coat and removed her boots, Jack closed and locked the front door behind him. She turned back to him, unsure what to say. She was still shaken from the experience. Rowan had wanted nothing but to have Jack return and now that he had, after everything that happened the past half hour, she had no idea what to say.
This was fine, howeve
APH-PrankingChibi England, Teenage FranceAPH-Pranking3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"What are you doing today, Angleterre?" The sound of the accented voice immediately set England on edge. He hunched over his book and didn't turn around.
"What do you want, frog?" he demanded rudely.
"I just wanted to visit my dearest enemy!" France proclaimed, coming up behind England and putting his hands on England's head to emphasize how much bigger he was.
"Well bugger off! I'm busy!" England snapped.
"Someone's grumpy today!" France said cheerily. "Oooh! Is that a witching book? Are you a witch, Angleterre?"
"It's a spellbook!" England shrieked, offended. "And I'm not a witch!"
Fortunately he was saved from any further taunting by the arrival of a distraction for France. Unfortunately that distraction came in the form of the rest of the Bad Touch Trio.
"Ai! Hermano! Have you forgotten that we're planning our prank on Austria today?" Spain called.
"Of course not!" France cried. He ran down the grassy slope to his Neanderthal friends, his bl
Betrayal Part 6Betrayal Part Six.Betrayal Part 63 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The rest of the team had vacated the base via bioship and had radioed the Justice League only moments before the blasts began. Megan veered the ship sharply and flew back as fast as it could take them towards the crumbling base.
Large chunks of rocks were falling into the surrounding ocean and from their open gashes towers of flame shot fourth. The entire mountain was rumbling, fracturing at the seams, shattering into millions of stinging bits of rock and metal. The entire base was being blown apart and there was nothing they could do to stop it.
"ARTEMIS!" Megan cried as an especially large shockwave sent them hurdling back to shore.
The mountain fell in on itself. Everything had been destroyed. Nothing but a leveled pile of rubble remained.
"Artemis " Megan wept, but quickly changed her mind, "Maybe they survived, maybe she's still alive in there, we've got to"
"M'gann There was no way they could have survived that blast I'm
Back to Childhood Chapter 6Since Roderich had no idea where to find Gilbert, he headed back to his hotel room.Back to Childhood Chapter 63 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His flight was leaving in three days and he had to find Vash before he went back to Austria.
The trip back seemed to pass before he even noticed he had started walking.
His mind was spinning while he tried to figure out even ONE place where Gilbert might be.
He sighed before unlocking the door to his room, eyes on the ground.
When he stepped inside, he raised his gaze and jumped back.
Lying across his bed in only his undershirt and boxers, was Gilbert.
"Velcome back Austria," he purred. "I've been vaiting for you."
"Prussia! You bastard! Vhere's Vash?!"
Gilbert sat up and looked at him curiously.
"Svitzerland? I have no idea. I zhought he left you."
Roderich ran up to him and grabbed him by the front of his shirt.
"You have no idea vhat's going on Prussia! Vash isn't missing! He's zhat child zhat you took! Arthur was helping us vith somezhing and he accidentally turned Vash into a young boy! You took vh
Born Freeshort prologueBorn Free4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's cold, so very fucking cold. The kind of cold that eats into your bones and drives you mad. No wonder Ivan is so batshit crazy, who wouldn't be after living centuries in this terrible cold.
The small room he has me in has no windows and no furniture; just a bed, pale yellow walls, and a small bathroom. There was a chair, but I smashed it over Ivan's head when I first got here. How long ago was that?
I don't know what day it is. I don't know how long I've been here. Days, weeks, months it's all the same. The only light is the bare bulb dangling from the ceiling, and the only sound I can hear is the unceasing howl of the wind outside.
I don't even know if it's day or night. It could be midnight. Maybe it is midnight, midnight on the west coast. Midnight in San Francisco, on the water front, with the stars flickering over the golden gate bridge. I wonder if the bridge is even still standing. I wonder if anything is still standing. I would scream but the
Sanctuary Ch.6SanctuarySanctuary Ch.63 years ago in Horror More Like This
England sat on the leather chair right before the computer in the meeting room, completely at a stand still for the moment, "...I can't find a bloody link- not a single damn clue!" He hissed, clenching his fists to keep his anger from coming over him, "...I have to find a way to help Alfred...I don't understand why this...I just don't understand..." He whispered somberly, crashing back into his chair with stubborn frown on his face, "I can't find a bloody way to help him!" He cried, throwing his hands up in the air.
Relaxing slightly, he rested his head back and thought deeply on the subject, 'That bastard copy said it was inaccessible, but then how did the camera view get here? It made no sense...' His emerald green eyes looked back at the screen, staring it down like a hawk, "...I'm bloody stupid for doing this..." He mumbled, quickly clicking the search button once more, in hopes it would actually be able to trace the signal back to the original source, wi
Back to Childhood Chapter 7Roderich and Arthur walked up to the heavy door and knocked.Back to Childhood Chapter 73 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They heard moving feet before the door opened.
"Vhat is it?" Germany asked.
"Is your brother here?"
"Ja," he said slightly confused. "He's downstairs."
He stepped out of the way and let the two men pass him into the house.
He led them to a door.
"Zhat leads down to his room. You can go see him."
"Thank you," Arthur said politely and turned to Roderich. "Come on. Let's go get Vash back."
Roderich nodded and followed him into the basement.
They climbed down a long way and finally reached a door.
"He's on the other side. Are you ready?"
Arthur grasped the knob and threw the door open.
The room was rather large and it was obvious it used to be several small rooms previously.
It had been turned into a den-like dwelling surrounding a familiar albino.
"Prussia! Where's Vash?!" Arthur demanded.
Gilbert smiled and sat up.
"Busy." He pointed over their shoulders and they turned to see Vash in a birdcage.
I Saw England Kissing SantaPrussia woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one pretty box that looked like a heart.I Saw England Kissing Santa4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Then Prussia noticed that England was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.
Prussia thought that he would surprise England. Maybe even sneak up behind him and kiss him on his courageous lips. That always made England beautiful.
Prussia crept angrily down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its romantic lights, and the presents, heaped up shrewdly, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and England. Kissing someone.
Prussia was so angry, he picked up a snow from a table and threw it crappily on a hat.
They both looked around.
"England, you angry rabbit!" Prussia yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Prussia looked and then rub
Golden Winter Chapter 3Golden Winter Chapter 34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Goku glanced down at the shattered pieces of what used to be his door knob, something that had felt the princes wrath just seconds before. He could feel the princes ki flare up once the young girl named Chichi came and broke up their little argument about this whole arranged marriage nonsense. Seeing the confusion and fright that flickered over the girls face made Goku feel guilty and wanted to apologize to her for Vegeta's behavior, it wasn't her fault.
"I, um... was told to come here directly since the lord cannot leave his room....?", said Chichi, making her sentence seem more like a questions. It seemed strange to her that such a powerful man was more or less a prisoner within his own room but she wasn't about to ask why that is, why he would allow himself to be ordered around like he is.
Goku only simply nodded, his thoughts were more turned to appraising her looks and appearance, of course Goku wasn't shallow enough to care what she looked like but what surprised him w
:AT: Sever The ThreadAlfred pranced merrily to the Honda household, a cheeky grin enlightening his face. He held the sweet flowers in his hands, a beautiful bouquet of shimmering white lilies tied together. He could only hope this went well!:AT: Sever The Thread3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He was going to see none other than Sango Honda, the dear twin sister of his best friend, Kiku Honda, to confess his love.
Alfred couldn't deny that this felt weird to him though. It seemed sudden, but he couldn't really hold it back any longer. Ever since he'd met her, he felt the overwhelming urge that he could only identify as love. It was such an accidental and awkward meeting too.
It was a chill, winter morning at the World Meeting, while everyone waited at their appropriate seating. Germany tapped his foot lightly, Italy sang softly to himself, England lightly drummed his fingers on the table, and America was rambling on about something everyone had long since lost track of. England was about to tell him to shut up when the door to the conference room burst op
Renegade Killjoy: Chapter 1Chapter 1: Look Alive, SunshineRenegade Killjoy: Chapter 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The last 24 hours hadn't gone well for the Fabulous Killjoys, Fun Ghoul in particular. A raid on a BL/Ind supply house had left them with a variety of injuries. And no supplies. Then, they ended up with a flat on Route Guano somewhere between Zones 3 and 4, only to find out that they had no spare. It took a few hours and a heated argument between Party Poison and Jet Star before they decided to call for help. At least Show Pony was on his way out, but unfortunately he wouldn't be there until the morning.
So that's how Fun Ghoul ended up sitting on the hood of their beloved rusty Trans Am, watching the embers of their slowly dying fire flicker before the dawning sun. It wasn't that he didn't mind having to stand watch while they were sitting targets for any night-patrolling S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W unit while everyone else got to catch a few hours of sleep. He poked at the charred hole in his pants, hissing in pain as the material rubbed against the wound on his
Head Canon #1Lissy is the charms expert, Fred is good at transfiguration, and George's specialty is potions. They work really well together when it comes to inventions and pranks and things, they balance each other out.Head Canon #13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
SH: The Paper Man (Ch. 1)I. Mrs. HudsonSH: The Paper Man (Ch. 1)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mrs. Hudson had done most of the work. She knew John felt guilty, but she also knew he just couldn't bring himself to help, and so, when push came to shove, she hadn't pressed him. After all, she really didn't mind. And that was why, when it finally came time to box up all of Sherlock's things, Mrs. Hudson had been the one to do it. Clothes, books, furniture, stacks and stacks of files and old police reports, the vast array of chemistry equipment, all the chemicals.
In time, the flat was turned inside out: drawers were emptied, cupboards cleaned, and properly this time, the way they should have been from the start. Mrs. Hudson ran her pale hands across everything. There was, after all, a certain sanctity to it: each object was like unearthing a piece of Sherlock, getting to know him a second time over. The harpoon she discovered stashed in the bedroom closet had her laughing so hard her sides began to hurt. Other finds were more troubling, like the small handful of needl
I love youI love you3 years ago in Drama More Like This
They stood panting in the vast muddy field, bloody and wounded. Rain poured down on her face, hurting her eyes yet she remained unblinking. Blood stained the ground, blood as crimson as his eyes swirling with fear and confusion as he stared down the steel barrel that was pointing at his head.
One pull would end him forever, she would never hear his voice or feel his touch ever again, tears welled up in her eyes at the thought. "Li-Lila" was all he could say as her tears spilled over, her body shaking. "I c-can't" she said before collapsing on the ground. muddy water splashed her wounded body.
He stood there for a moment, trying to take what had happened, soon she saw was him rushing tword her. He looked at her and what he had done to the woman he loved. "n-no!" he screamed as tears streamed down his face, mixing with the rain.
He heard a hoarse whisper "i'll....live" she said before her last shred of consciousness slipped away. He looked down and spoke with his heart.
"Ich liebe dich"
Jensen's Apartment.Jensen hummed to himself, transferring wet clothes to the dryer and then filling the washer with another duffle bag of what looked like mud soaked rags. He was home for now, home consisting of a mostly empty apartment.Jensen's Apartment.4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It held all the comforts of the modern age, including a California king sized bed, large enough so his feet didn't dangle off the end of the bed when he slept. He had no pictures on the walls, no adornments of any kind on the coffee table or the couch.
There were no tables with vases of flowers on them in the hall, no area rugs to brighten the space and make it more livable. There was nothing in the apartment that made it feel like home. Instead, it gave off the vibe of exactly what it was. Somewhere to rest your head in-between jobs.
They'd gotten back two days ago, and the first thing Jensen had done when he'd walked through the door was shower off the filth of two months in the desert with no real place to bathe. The second thing he'd done was collapse on his bed and
My Dear America, Ch 3.Nothing happened.My Dear America, Ch 3.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The breath rushed out of him in a broken sob, emerald eyes blinking too fast in an attempt to hold back the tears. “I’m sorry,” he breathed, bending to press a kiss to Alfred’s warm forehead. “I tried, I tried, I tried. I’m so sorry.”
He sat up abruptly, brows creasing into a frown. Warm? He peered more closely, and saw the faint flush of colour that graced Alfred’s cheeks. His eyelid fluttered and he slowly licked the last of the blood off his lips, tongue lingering uncertainly over the scarlet droplets.
And then, suddenly, he shot upright, coughing and spluttering, blinking and cross-eyed in a disgusted attempt to look at his own lips. “Ewww! That’s just gross, man.” He looked around, still blinking wildly, and seemed to notice Arthur for the first time. “Iggy, you’ve bled all over me! Not good, dude, not good!” He paused, wiping his mouth, and his eyes fo
In the Dark- Chapter 2With his signature blue suit on, Italy admired himself in the mirror. It was his favorite suit that he wore all the time. It fit his figure perfectly to a T. Except now in some places it now hung loosely on him. This saddened him and made him reconsider what he was going wear. Until there was a knock on the door.In the Dark- Chapter 23 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Fratello, you ready? We have to go to another one of those stupid ass world meeting today," complained Italy's brother Romano. He had the same annoyed look on his face that he always had on.
"Ve, yeah we should get going, Lovino" replied Italy in a pessimistic voice not wanting to get his brother even angrier. Romano took notice to his brother's uniform and commented.
"Feliciano, what's wrong with your uniform," he said then looked up at Veneziano's face.
"Oh mio dio! Fratello what is wrong with your face!? You look so pale." Bellowed Romano, grabbing hold of his brother's face to get a better look.
"Ve, it's nothing. Come on we are going to be late." Ve
The way you make me feel... :: USUKAmerica is being taught how to dance by England... just a quick fluff-ficThe way you make me feel... :: USUK3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim to own Axis Powers: Hetalia or any characters and places associated with Hidekazu Himaruya and Gentosha Comics. No profit is made from the writing for this fanfiction!
"Now listen " He stated plainly, clearing his throat as he lead me onto he open floor of his study. "When dancing with a lady the only thing you need to remember is to look into her eyes."
Yeah you have it right. I was being raised by a gentleman, which meant he I was going to be brought up knowing how to act like a gentleman. How to eat, how to walk, how to sit dare I say it, how to dance. Arthur wasn't one for shortcuts either which usually made lessons unbearable. Now, all I could do was staring in confusion.
My hand went in his, my other round his back as he patted between my shoulder blades, straitening my posture. He lifted my chin till our eyes locked, I started to feel myself get los
Chapter 1: ThiefChapter 1: Thief1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Tristen held her breath as she slowly stepped out of the shadows at long last. She had been hiding behind large stacks of unpacked boxes in the museum warehouse for the past two hours, waiting impatiently for an opening. The lights flickered dimly overhead, and the smallest sounds from outside reverberated with a ghostly echo inside the building. The room was finally empty enough to risk abandoning her hiding place amongst walls of cardboard.
She inched her way towards the far west wall, maintaining a catlike stance as she tiptoed her way to the large and plain desk she had been eyeing. It was placed in an office-like environment that was built discreetly into the warehouse, blending in subtly with the boxes and crates that filled the building to the brim and served as makeshift walls. Without incident, she slinked across the smooth concrete floor and reached the desk and began to open and close the largest compartments, quietly searching, careful not to disturb the sliding metal and m
Family Business Part 14 Family BusinessFamily Business Part 143 years ago in Romance More Like This
Part 14: Find Your Allies, Know Your Enemies
Jade lay in her hard bed, eyes closed and ears perked. Someone was outside her door, and she didn't trust the Shadows to not come and pull one on her. She gently felt for the knife that was under her pillow, touching the hard wooden handle, fingers wrapping around it. As the doorknob squeaked, she gripped the blade, ears ready for the slightest sound which might indicate the intruder was armed.
As the door kept creaking open, Jade's eyebrows scrunched together, and as the light poured in, her eyes shot open, pulling the knife out and stnup, holding it in position to strike.
A figure sneaked in, and in the dim light, she made out Artemis' distinct form, long blonde hair giving her away. Her grip on the knife lessening slightly, but the older woman was still adamant.
"Artemis?" Jade wasn't sure she was seeing right. Artemis wasn't supposed to be in here, what was she doing in the Shadows HQ? Now she
BottledHe never told them.Bottled3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Everything was bottled up-bottled like the alcohol he frequently sought solace in; at first occasionally, just to sleep at night, but then to keep the nightmares during the day at bay. It was engrained in his brain, donÕt show feeling. His survival in the Quarter Quell had depended on that- instead he had played the roll of the dark horse, managing to keep his emotions in check and outsmart everyone in the end.
Basic rule of survival. No feelings. Even though the Games were over, they werenÕt. Every day was just another part of the Games. The CapitolÕs games. Every day, he had to fight for his survival and sanity. Emotions constantly in check. Alcohol helped. A lot.
So he never really had the chance to tell them.
He had watched in anticipation with the rest of Panem, as the star-crossed lovers battled it out in the arena. He felt a twinge of guilt for not giving them better advice. He probably would have felt more, but he had been sneaking nips f
Born Free 8North American Brotherhood.Born Free 84 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Meanwhile back in North America...
Mathew was beside himself as he paced his house waiting for the signal. Both worry for his brother and hatred for Ivan seethed throughout him as the maddening hours ticked by. Nobody Fucks with the North American brothers and gets away with it. Nobody.
It had been months since anyone had seen Alfred as the bloody war with Russia raged across the U.S. The satellites had been down for days now, leaving Mathew with precious little information to go on. He couldn't even get in contact with his brother Juan. Mathew hadn't heard from him since just after Alfred disappeared. At that time the Mexican nation was still fighting his own war, as the drug cartels plaguing his land had joined together in an attempt to topple the government. Juan had refused help at the time, insisting the problem wasn't that bad and his people could take care of it themselves. Mathew hoped he was right.
Alfred on the other hand The only information
Sanctuary Ch. 7SanctuarySanctuary Ch. 73 years ago in Horror More Like This
Alfred walked down the snowy hallway; windows broken and crunched beneath his feet. His eyes stared at the outside courtyard, not at all paying attention to the road before him; stepping into another set of stairs. Luckily, on his wild adventure crossing, he eventually managed to actually find a map- though it was only for the surrounding area. Basically, he was just allowing his memory to lead him through the dangerous, unstable building, "...I have to find a map to get to the original town...I know this wasn't here before." He muttered, making it to the bottom in a calm haste, not wanting to disrupt the building's flow.
Opening a door, the American finally ran, stepping through the vast, pure white, snow surrounding his microscopic figure as he paced towards the Ferris wheel he had seen earlier. Surely, that person seemed very human, and the first actual human he met had helped him, right? Why can't he take small chances with this one? Surely, they would not be as