[Ink x Iron] A Gajeel x Levy FanFiction pt. 12Chapter Twelve: To The Boats![Ink x Iron] A Gajeel x Levy FanFiction pt. 121 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gajeel’s body convulsed with coughs. He sat victim to his own body until the fit passed. When he finally managed to catch his breath, he realized that he was sitting on a hill in the middle of a desert. Below him, where the sand leveled out was an oasis. Around the small pool of water were all kinds of trees, there were rocks too, but the water was what grabbed the Iron Dragon Slayer attention.
The water was crystal clear, calm as the night, and almost seemed to call out his name. Getting to his feet, Gajeel stumbled down the side of the sandy hill. When the sand finally leveled out, he took one last shaky step and fell flat on his face.
“Gaaajeeeel,” a singsong voice called.
“Levy?” he whispered into the sand.
“Gaaajeeeel,” the singsong voice called again.
“Levy,” he muttered, spitting out sand and pushing himself up to a standing position. As he stood, he caught a glimpse of light blue hair. Looking c
Remembrance.The old picture is still strong between both my thumbs and forefingers, clenching so hard at both ends of the scratchy textures, afraid that the November winds might fly it up high to the sky and never return it. Or the fear of my mind not remembering all the details behind the picture without looking down at it. Just like the famous quote that says, "There's a thousand story behind a single picture." And that's exactly how I felt at the moment. I could tell everyone about the thousand memories and million types of moment behind that single, yellowish photograph. It would pour out of my lips without hesitation, leaving not a moment behind until I get to the finishing. Where the end starts and my heart would make a breaking sound, deafening my heart. It's not that I don't want to look down to see the image in my hands, but I rather not. I'm too afraid to let my glassy tears to pour down raining the dry earth and unable to stop them. But then, why does the world ahead is staring back andRemembrance.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Can You Tell?Can you tell?Can You Tell?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look at our pictures, and have this sad smile
Hold back the tears in my eyes, and wonder
If you'd stayed, I wouldn't be looking at these pictures
But instead, You'd be reminiscing about them
Can you tell?
Days go in and out, things seem so dreary
Life lost its spark but still life goes on
Doesn't wait for this heart to heal
Or will it ever, will it forever remain the same?
Can you tell?
When I greet you, the world shines
But tumbles down when you leave without a word
The only reason I'm alive so that you'd be happy
And not be sad, that you'd caused my death
Can you tell?
That I love you, and never will stop
The time that we shared, haunt my dreams and never yours
The love that you had for me, disappeared and
Stabbed my heart and broke it into tiny pieces?
No, you can't, and so I carry on, till my time comes
Loving the ghost of a man who used to love me too
A WishA teary eyed child looked into the eyes of their molesterA Wish4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And wished for death
A brown eyed child fingered his ribs and ignored the rumbling of his belly
And wished for food
An overweight child stabbed his hand, blocking the taunts of others
And wished for acceptance
Tell me, what do you wish for...
A soldier fought with his last breath, watching his comrades die
And wished for peace
A Muslim tried to run away from the people who thrashed him
And wished for equality
A nurse watched another baby die of cholera, haunting her sleep
And wished for clean water
A prostitute cried as she watched an executive pay for her body
And wished for an education
Tell me again, what do you really wish for...
A mother holds her daughter's hand as she dies of cancer, smiling
And wished for mercy
A son hates when his parents argue, and ignore his existence
And wished for love
A step daughter runs away from home with blood running down her legs
And wished for innocence
A cousin orphaned shifts fr
Little girlLittle girl little girl,Little girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've got something to tell you, my dear:
Life is never going to be as you want it to be. You can't be a princess all your life. Things will happen that you don't want to happen.
Respect will be gained
the art of leavingtimes like this, i am convinced that we were just faking it,the art of leaving1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
how we traded dreams and comfortable anatomy
for secrets and messy closets.
it is nothing less than an unmistakable truth
that our coils are curled around each other
like infantile fingers:
all passion for passing time, no direction or destination.
we were consumed by our desire for warmth,
by our shared ability to extract smiles and steady breathing.
we taught each other the art of leaving
and because of this,
my name jitters caffeinated on your tongue.
i am combing through my bed sheets
in hopes of finding the salt i shed
to decorate my wounds with stings.
the process of healing is one i am continuously beckoned into perfecting.
i have already tricked myself into believing i do not need you;
i have already forgotten the shape of your face.
The Virtue Of PatienceA Loveless FanFic: Seimei X Ritsuka (Yaoi/Shonen Ai)The Virtue Of Patience5 years ago in General More Like This
Im sitting here on the navy blue linen sheets of my brothers bed, holding one of his head pillows with me while starring at the grandfather clock perched upon a half-empty book shelf. Seimei told me that hed be arriving at around 6:00, but its already past 7:15. Im really worried. For the past hour and a half, Ive been calling his cell phone and sending text messages but hes neither answered nor replied. Im pretty sure I remember him telling me that he would keep his phone on at all times. If I needed to tell him something important, he promised to respond as soon as possible. Not that I doubt his guarantee, but Im beginning to wonder if he remembered to charge it right before leaving. Ive tried contacting my friends, but they told they hadnt seen him. Yuiko said that she thought she saw Seimei pass by near her house with Soubi. But other than that she didnt know
You're Welcome, Pig.There's no shame in exposingYou're Welcome, Pig.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what little there is left to be proud of.
Slip hands beneath cotton and synthetic fabrics,
expose epidermis to empty rooms on the other side of state lines.
Nothing matters if you can save him.
Nothing matters, if you can keep him around.
Regret isn't the right word.
No, sorry isn't what I'm looking for.
More...the sound a lobster makes when it hits boiling water.
A feeling like the staunch white of heated metal before the forge.
Something akin to skinning a man alive,
stench of iron and anger.
I'm never one to ask but...
You respect the one that hurt you
more than the one who's there for you.
Don't give me the standard answer:
better than anyone.
But last night we became a new kind of close,
innocent or not,
committed or un,
and you can't pretend it didn't happen, no,
can't write over it because you told me what you wanted
and I gave it to you like the fool I am...
You've just becom
CinderellaCinderella2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waiting for a coach
that never came,
a ball gown
out of sackloth;
are not dependable
are best left
to their own devices.
Midnight was never a friend,
and under that suit
he is the same as any other
PersistenceI have a black old sweaterPersistence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
some of you may know it
you've seen me wear it so many times,
too many... some might say.
it has a few holes
the sleeves are almost falling apart
there's a pink decolored spot
on the left side, near the stomach,
where bleach fell on it.
but it's my favorite sweater
and I still wear it very often
in fact I'm wearing it right now
while I write these lines
and though I don't attach myself to things
there are some that no matter how much you try
you can't completely replace
and you will always love
and you will always miss
after they're gone
burning bodiesand we yearned for something deeper tangled between bed sheetsburning bodies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but our palms were always split open, spilling malice.
our bodies, always in dire separation
even in scalding proximity.
je dis beaucoup des mensonges.
i tell a lot of lies.
we curled ourselves alongside icicles to bury the flames.
my waist still feels like a graveyard.
even after all the times you tasted my bone marrow,
you still have the nerve to say i'm not bitter.
our mansion is burning from the inside out
and we force-feed the desire with
prolonged gestures and held-breaths.
our combined scar tissue lies in a heap on the floor of our shrine
and the skin is nearly poison when we add our cancelled convictions.
i tore myself apart until all my limbs
seeped into the dirt and sprung dandelions.
neither of our backbones found forgiveness.
we are hiding in the crevices of bedrooms
behind locked doors
underneath all the fight we never knew we had.
this is how smiles tear:
my teeth are lodged in your ribc
The Monster Within MeThe Monster Within Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stand in front of a broken mirror,
I try to hold my head up high,
Trying to close my eyes,
But I look into my reflection,
Seeing only pain, frustration, and guilt.
I wipe the tear away from my eye,
Hoping and craving my importance,
Wanting it so bad it hurts to breathe.
My fingers touch the coldness of the glass,
Reflecting the past coldness of my soul,
I wish I were good enough,
I wish I could show my light,
I shall not,
I can not,
But I wish to.
Why can't my soul be saved?
Why must I endure this pain?
My heart tells me no but my other must say yes,
I feel my soul reaching out,
Screaming a cry that makes the fearless cringe.
I see within the mirror,
A horrible sneer with sharp teeth,
Blood eyes that made you quiver,
I look into my heart,
and see only pain
I look into my soul,
and see only guilt
I look at myself,
and see a monster
preemptive breakup poemif anyone ever tells you your sadness isn't physical,preemptive breakup poem2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
show them the ache in your bones,
the raw skin on your arms or wrists or hips or thighs,
the imprint of your foetal body on your mattress from the days you couldn't bear to leave.
and you see this?
this is what hurt looks like.
i want you to look closer, lean in a little until you can feel the sadness on my breath
and i want you to watch my eyes. count how often they blink and count how many of them are forcing back words i still can never say.
i don't want you to miss a second of how you make me feel.
i want to be what keeps you up at night
i want to be the reason you can't eat
or laugh at your favourite tv programs
i want to be the reason
you walk with your eyes on the pavement
because too many things
remind you of me
i want you to feel the soreness of a heart unloved
loudly enough that the beating is mute and slow
loudly enough that you keep your hands in your pockets
when you move through the city so you don't touch any
The Sweetest Thing"It's your move, Charles"The Sweetest Thing3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sudden sound of Erik's deep voice jarred the telepath from his reverie. Hurriedly, Charles snapped his attention to the chessboard and tried to make it seem like he hadn't been day-dreaming at all. The fact that Charles had had a little bit to drink didn't help his mind stay sharp as it happened to be that alcohol actually caused the younger man's mind to stray into all sorts of interesting thoughts--sometimes not just his own, either. The trip his mind had just recently wandered on involved the dashing man sitting across from him who was not nearly as affected by the numerous glasses of scotch as he himself was. Quietly and with some difficulty, Charles contemplated his next move and managed to move his queen across the board without knocking over any of the other pieces. It was Erik's move now and Charles propped his elbow up on his crossed knee so he could rest his chin in his hand as he watched Erik's concentrated face. His face wasn't flushed pink and
Tragic BeautyI remember lying in my hospital bed at the physical rehabilitation facility, far too many years ago, staring at a picture of a little girl. Someone had brought it in for me, though I didn't remember who or why. In the picture she was wearing shorts, and leaning to feed bread to the ducks gathered around her. I stared at the little girl's legs and cried. She was beautiful.Tragic Beauty3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"I broke you," I whispered to her. "I'm so sorry I broke you. I never meant to. Please, forgive me." And she did, of course. But I'm not sure if that made it better or worse.
There was a poet staying in the room next to me. He was a brain trauma patient, unlike me. For some reason they'd moved me out of the spinal cord injury section of the hospital and into brain trauma. I never actually met the man, and yet some days I can't stop thinking about him. My mother brought me a book of his poems, a little pamphlet made of thick, sturdy paper. She said she thought I would like them. And I did. They were so hopef
Cardigans and TurtlenecksSummary : Erik and Charles meet in Cerebro on a hot autumn day. Quarrel over cardigans and turtlenecks follows.Cardigans and Turtlenecks4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rated : PG-13, suggestive adult themes.
Pairing : Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr.
Warning : This is my first fic. And english is not my mothertongue. It's highly probable that you will find some mistakes in the text, but I truly did my best I do not own the characters.
« You should take a break. »
Charles startled. He had not heard Erik coming. He slowly removed the Cerebro helmet and shook his head to free his hair. "Erik! I'm sorry my friend, I didn't know you were here. I can't hear anything with this thing on." He smiled lightly. "And my mind was far away from here."
The other man stepped into the room : "You look exhausted. Maybe you should leave this machine alone for a while. You're becoming a real lab-rat."
Charles chuckled : "I appreciate your concern but we're rather in a hurry. Shaw already reached Russia. We could do w
.:PewdieCry:. Sunk Too LowPewdieCry- Rated T.:PewdieCry:. Sunk Too Low2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Tired. He was tired. Tired of everything. Of the hate, the constant bugging, he'd been sober for 5 months, but now he really needed a drink. He knew it was a bad idea, knew that one drink led to many, but he didn't care. He wanted to lose himself in a way he hadn't in a while.
Cry bought quite a few bottles of liqour, enought to make the store clerk eye him strangely as he went to check out. "Party" Cry mumbled to the guy. He didn't look like he fell for the lie.
When he got back home he mixed himself a drink. Then another. And another. By the fourth drink he forgot why he was drinking, and by the eighth he didn't wonder why anymore, he didn't really think about anything. Except Felix.
Why was he thinking about Felix? Cry was straight, he had been all his life. But lately, he felt himself getting closer to Felix, and it scared him. But as of now, he was too drunk to think clearly. He managed to find the boy's number on his phone, and dispite it being 4AM, he hit the
Snowy days 10 - tears and lightSnowy days 10 - tears and light3 years ago in Drama More Like This
It's finally here, it's fluffy and sweet for now
first chapter chess and stairways will be linked below if you are a new reader
ENJOY! and remember to comment - I want to know what you lovely people are thinking!
The morning light shone weakly through a crack in the curtain, teasing at Erik's eyelids waking him up bit by bit, his body felt heavy, he tried to lift his head a slightly from his pillow, but he quickly gave up let it fall back into the soft feathers, groaning a little as the blood pounded painfully in his head. He could feel Charles lying heavily across his chest, his breath slightly uneven against Erik's chest, warm and humid. Erik's mind flooded with the events of the former day, the icy wave of angst of loosing Charles collapsed over him and he felt the blood freeze in his veins, he shivered and wrapped his arms closer around Charles, Charles grunted faintly and buried his head into the curve between Erik's neck and shoulder, Erik planted a soft kiss in hi
Tales of AbyssTales of Abyss4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Luke! Hey Luke!! Idiot over here wait, WATCH OUT!"
Random crashing noise
It was a mess once again although it had been awhile after they had destroyed Van, Tear Grant's brother. Luke had heard from Jade that she had been quite depressed about loosing her brother and having to destroy him for the better good of the countries and the world. He would always want to go see Tear but she would be always traveling all over the place so he could never get exactly in touch with her. The short haired man sat down on the footsteps of his manor as he sighed in completely bored. Then his tall blond haired friend Guy had came to his side and asked "Hey Luke what's wrong? No needing to sulk around!" Luke looked up at his friend who was standing behind him and he sighed. Guy only smiled and said "Come on. Tell me what's wrong?" Luke then said "I don't know I'm just kind of confused with myself." Guy only had a smirk on his face and started to tease Luke.
"Are you miss
MistakesThe two people Charles Francis Xavier loved most in the world could barely stomach him. He was acutely aware of this fact, though he remained mystified as to how things had become so very bad so quickly.Mistakes3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Erik believed he was dangerously naïve. More than that, he thought he was weak. "I don't believe you have it in you to do what's necessary to protect Our People," Erik told him more than once. He said it just like that "Our People" and you could hear the capital letters in it. Implicate in the statement was the devaluing of everyone who to Erik wasn't part of "Our People," insignificant little letters for "their people," lower-case and lower-class. He had understood almost from the beginning that their differences were probably irreconcilable, but for a long time it had still seemed worth trying to make things work.
The ugliness with Raven was more of a shock to him, though in retrospect he supposed it ought not to have been that way. She had been quite frank about m
Home AgainHome AgainHome Again3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Magneto stood outside the mansion in silence for several long minutes; it was his first time back since the incident in Cuba. The night was cold, and he could see his breath on the air in the dim light. He had only lived here for a week, and yet standing there the metal bender felt as if the mansion were waiting for him, welcoming him home. He shook his head. This place wasn't his home, if it ever had been, it was no longer.
His body lifted as he concentrated on the metal in his new costume, manipulating the magnetic field to make him float, hover, fly. Up, up and up, to an open window. Charles liked having it open to allow fresh air and sunlight into his room while he studied during the day, but he was never good at closing it at night. Had it been on the ground level it would have been an entry point for a robber, or a murderer. While he lived here, he had made it his job to close the window for his friend so the younger man wouldn't catch cold.
He pushed the curtai
Black and WhiteCrazy over you,Black and White4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take my hand,
I'm falling head over heels for you.
Help me hold on,
Little things that you do,
Drive me insane,
You're the only one that leaves me
Soft hair brushes my cheek,
Our fingers entwined,
A forbidden fantasy,
Never to come true,
For the world only sees in black and white.
Snowy days 6- Wine and fearSnowy days 6- Wine and fear3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
First Chapter is called Chess and Stairways links will be below
Please comment when you have finished tell me exactly what you think good and bad!
Erik thought back to earlier, he remembered being in his room getting ready to go out with Charles, he wore a pair of slim, grey trousers, a brown belt and a button down, white shirt, he put on a pair of dark brown oxfords and walked towards his door and walked down the hallway while putting on his leather jacket, when he reached Charles' door he paused for a second, taking in a deep breath and then he knocked lightly on the door, he could hear Charles' frantic stressed voice
Who is it?!
Erik grinned crookedly
Come on Charles you know who it is...
I know, I know just give me a minute...
He could hear Charles running around, a chair being knocked over and Charles cursing, Erik laughed again
Everything okay in there eule?
Everything is fine - it will only ta