Injustice Guest Fighter: Jeff the KillerName: Jeff the KillerInjustice Guest Fighter: Jeff the Killer in General Fiction More Like This
Debut: YouTube (2008)
Voice: Taliesin Jaffe
Jeff is 22 years old here. He still has the same facial disfigurement he had when he was young, and he still wears the same jacket and black pants attire as usual.
When Jeff was only 12 years old, he and his family moved to a fancy neighborhood. During this time, Jeff beat up a trio of bullies at the streets while he and his brother Liu were waiting for the bus. This led to an incident that forever changed Jeff when the same bullies from before beat him up and dosed him in bleach and alcohol, leaving Jeff with pale skin and red lips. To make matters worse, he self-mutilated himself that night, burning off his eyelids and carving a permanent "smile" on his cheeks. And he started killing his entire family who were horrified of his new look. Ten years later, Jeff is still out there doing what he
Injustice Guest Fighter: M. BisonReal Name: N/AInjustice Guest Fighter: M. Bison in General Fiction More Like This
Debut: Street Fighter II (1991)
Voice: Gerald C. Rivers
M. Bison is the leader of a multinational crime syndicate called Shadaloo. He is a wielder of his own power called Psycho Power, an evil opposite of Soul Power which is a good counterpart used by an Italian fortune teller named Rose. M. Bison, or Master Bison or "Mighty Bison", seeks to take over the world.
*Intro: M. Bison is sitting in his throne at the Shadaloo base. He sees on his big screen the battlefield's stage selection portrait. He says, "Let's see if one can face the Mighty Bison!" and flies off of his base and then cuts to the battlefield where Bison lands down with a sinister grin.
*Outro: M. Bison does his Psycho Punisher in his victory cutscene; He lifts his opponent by his/her head and s
Injustice Guest Fighter: Captain AmericaReal Name: Steven "Steve" RogersInjustice Guest Fighter: Captain America in General Fiction More Like This
Debut: Captain America Comics #1 (1941)
Voice: Roger Craig Smith
His cinematic Avengers look
Captain America is considered the First Avenger. Captain America, real name Steve Rogers, was a recipient of the Super Soldier Serum that made him into a stronger, faster soldier. His patriotic heart as well as his unparalleled sense of justice makes him one of the most respected superheroes today. He is a long-time leader of The Avegeners, a superhero team dedicated to protecting the world from harm.
*Peak of human physical condition
*Excellence as field commander
*Holder of the vibraniam-steel alloy shield which has hyperkinetic senses
*Intro: There'a a shot of the S.H.I.E.L.D. carrier in the sky and Captain America
Injustice Guest Fighter: The RakeName: The RakeInjustice Guest Fighter: The Rake in General Fiction More Like This
Debut: 4chan (2005)
Voice: N/A (speaks only in growls and snarls)
Appears as a grey-colored, skin-and-bones wolf man without any hair on him and has very long claws.
The Rake is a horrifying and aggressive monster with a humanoid structure, yet moves like a wild dog. Little is known about the beastial entity other than that it has been sighted by eyewitnesses that are then lost. Human encounters ranged from the 12th century to the present, each of which detailed everything about the creature. It is described as a doglike monster with long, razor-sharp claws and it attacks human beings.
*Intro: A black-and-purple portal appears in the battlefield and out jumps The Rake. The Rake snarls at the opponent.
Injustice Guest Fighter: SpawnReal Name: Al SimmonsInjustice Guest Fighter: Spawn in General Fiction More Like This
Eyes: Green (originally brown)
Hair: None (originally black)
Debut: Malibu Sun #13 (1992)
Voice: Khary Payton
Al Simmons was a mercenary and assassin who was then murdered by his fellow employers as well as former ally Chape. Due to his soul being tainted by his life as a brutal assassin, he went to Hell where he sold his soul to Malebolgia and turned into a hellspawn without any memories of his past. Simmons wanted to see his wife again, only to find out that she is newly married, thus putting him into sorrow. Al Simmons, now known as Spawn, has a purpose in the fight against both forces of Heaven and Hell.
*Superhuman strength and speed
*Necroplasmic energy blasts
*Intro: Spawn arrives via green flames, covering himself with h
Injustice Guest Fighter: Freddy KruegerName: Freddy KruegerInjustice Guest Fighter: Freddy Krueger in General Fiction More Like This
Hair: Bald (originally had black hair)
Debut: A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984)
Voice: Patrick Seitz
2010 remake Freddy (also comes with two claws just like in Mortal Kombat 9)
Freddy Krueger, also known as the Springwood Slasher, was a notorious serial killer who murdered countless innocents, most of whom children. It was then that the families of the youth that he has slaughtered and the law enforcers tracked him down at a boiler room and set the place on fire, thus burning Freddy to death. After his death, he was resurrected by dream demons into a hellspawn. Now he invades people's dreams and torments and kills them, not only causing them to die in their dreams, but also in the real world.
Injustice Guest Fighter: AkumaName: AkumaInjustice Guest Fighter: Akuma in General Fiction More Like This
Debut: Super Street Fighter II Turbo (1994)
Voice: Dave Mallow
Akuma is a bloodthirsty martial artist who abandoned his humanity over to a forbidden martial art called the Satsui no Hadou (or murderous intent). As self-proclaimed "Master of the Fists", he yearns to fight opponents stronger than himself and is willing to kill them after a match, but only if they are in good health, that is.
*Satsui no Hadou
*Intro: Akuma starts off showing his backside. He says "I am Akuma, and I will show you the true meaning of PAIN!" and stomps on the ground, facing his opponent.
*Outro: Akuma picks up his defeated opponent in a chokehold and says, "DIE ONE-THOUSAND DEATHS!!!" and the screen turns to black, with multiple sparks popping up as punching sounds are heard. Then the screen cuts to Akuma in a black bac
Injustice Guest Fighter: LeatherfaceReal Name: Thomas Brown HewittInjustice Guest Fighter: Leatherface in General Fiction More Like This
Debut: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974)
Voice: N/A (speaks only in grunts and weird noises)
His Texas Chainsaw 3D appearance
Leatherface is the name of a crazed serial killer from Travic County, Texas. For decades he's murdered random people, mainly the ones who startle him which can trigger him to want to kill that person, as well as other gruesome acts such as eating his victims and making masks out of the victims' flesh. His body count consists of 50 people.
*Intro: Leatherface is chasing a Texan girl down the grassy plains at night with his chainsaw. As she trips over, just as he's about saw her in half, Leatherface gets teleported to the battlefield. He looks around, focus toward his opponent and rifts up his chainsaw.
*Outro: Leatherface rifts his chainsaw
Brutal Fists: Solid SnakeBrutal Fists: Solid Snake in Profiles More Like This
from Metal Gear Solid
SOCOM Handun: Snake gets out the handgun and shoots at his opponent.FAMAS Rifle: He gets out an assault rifle and rapidly shoots at his opponent.
Remote Missile: He fires a missile launcher at his opponent.
C4: He throws a composition C4 at his opponent, which explodes 2 seconds later knocking him/her out.
Hand Grenade: He throws a grenade at his opponent, blowing him/her away.
Grenade Launcher: Snake hops out of the picture and then returns on a helicopter ladder with a grenade launcher. Snake fires a grenade from far away onto his opponent, blowing him/her up into severed body parts.M61 Vulcan: Snake gets out the M61 vulcan and fires at the opponent repeatedly 'til the opponent is reduced to a pile of bloody chunks.
Injustice Guest Fighter: Chun-LiName: Chun-LiInjustice Guest Fighter: Chun-Li in General Fiction More Like This
Debut: Street Fighter II (1991)
Voice: Laura Bailey
Chun-Li is an undercover agent working for Interpol. Her goal in life is to avenge her father's murder that was committed by M. Bison, leader of Shadaloo. Lately, there is a new organization called S.I.N. and Chun-Li is currently investigating its possible connections to Shadaloo.
*Intro: Chun-Li lands onto the battlefield. She cracks her knuckles and says, "You ready for this?" as she gets ready.
*Outro: Chun-Li does her iconic winning pose in which she happily giggling jumps up and down and then gives out the peace sign, saying "I did it!"
*Hyakuretsukyaku: Chun-Li rapidly kicks her opponent.
*Kikoken: She shoots a blue energy shot at her opponent.
*Hazanshu: She jumps up and kic
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Hot air hissed through your teeth as you clenched your jaw together hoping to cope with the pain searing through your flesh and bone. The sensation shifted from both ends of extreme temperatures: freezing hot to scorching cold, a painful mixture of fire and ice.
And then…! In a spark of manifested energy, something shot from your fingertips and tickled your skin with a frosty breath. You had created ice. You. Not the Eye of the Topaz Blizzard. ________________. You.
“I did it…” you breathed.
A long-lost feeling began to stir in your heart. This was just like the time you had first beaten your master in a swordfight, when you had seen the first sprouts spring from the soil since Dragonfall had ended, and now, this.
“I…I did it…”
You were smiling. Through Mathias’ eyes, it looked like one of the stupidest things you had ever seen: a practically blind human girl trying to use magic, and the most she can muster is a lit
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“Hey, I’ve been wondering this for some time, you two, but how does a dragon get his—or I guess her—title?” you asked while walking along the bank of the river.
You had been walking for a short time after you had begun to feel negative emotions heading downstream of the river. That was a good sign since that meant you wouldn’t have to worry about running into Yao or his family members any time soon.
“You really want to know something like that?” he unenthusiastically asked.
Being used to his normally cold demeanor, you timidly fumbled your hands around in a nervous tangle and looked down at the ground.
“I was hoping if I asked enough times—that is, if we travelled for this long—you would finally tell me sooner or later,” you bashfully admitted.
“I told you before, hu—” Lukas caught himself when Mathias raised his eyebrows. He groaned and tried again.
“I told you be
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When you woke up that morning, you noticed the castle noises below you were significantly livelier. Maids were scampering to keep the roof clean of as much snow as possible, and the numbers of soldiers increased for the case of an emergency. As you remembered from the night before, a handful of nobles from the neighboring castles had taken a quick voyage to witness the magnificent sight: a dragon being sacrificed.
The three days was up, and in that time, the winter only grew worse. A blizzard was now considered part of a normal day. Only the hardiest of animals could survive in such a brittle environment.
What disturbed you most of all wasn't knowing whether or not the sacrifice would actually work or not; it was whether or not you would have a job after all of this. Surely with there being only one dragon left in the world, it would have died of loneliness, and if there were no dragons, there wouldn't be a need for a dragonkeeper. Still, there was little you could do to pr
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~Chapter 45~ Final
“My tears!” you shouted at the top of your lungs when Mathias handed over his cape to your dragon and you gave his brother one of your layers.
“All those hours I spent mourning for you! All of those tears wept and swollen eyes and fits of hiccups! Give them back! I almost went mad, damn you! Give them all back, I said!”
Emil blushed and shied away behind his cape. Lukas, on the other hand, stepped in front of his little brother to defend the both of them from your onslaught of meanderings and punches.
“_____________, you have to understand that if my brother’s body didn’t expire—Hey! Stop that! I mean it! Don’t make me do something drastic!”
“You’re the worst!” you screeched and continued to pummel the How-Dare-He-Lie-To-You Sucker Dragon Dung Fish-Face over and over again. All the while, the other dragons were watching in mild amusement.
Emil tried to step in and hold you back.
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It was easy to tell the humans and dragons apart. By nature, dragons were beings of supernatural abilities in both physical and magical traits, and most if not all of the time, they also chose the forms of either beautiful or handsome—or sometimes both—forms that only added to their majestic existences.
Now that you had grown older, that fact should have been obvious. You had wished you had seen the signs earlier for if you had, things would have been different. You would have said different things to him when he had departed.
However, a decade had come and gone. The eternal winter of Dragonfall had officially ended, and the tale of the Dragonheart was well underway to becoming a legend in the making.
Dragons were still a rarity, but you had seen some of them pass through on occasion. With the village being so close to Eldur Mountain, you would have thought more dragons would have stopped by whether in their true forms or in their human forms.
The fact that you
Dragon!Denmark x Reader ~The Dragonsight~ 10Dragon!Denmark x Reader ~The Dragonsight~ 10 in General Fiction More Like This
While the other four dragons gathered around in a circle and discussed matters among themselves, you took the liberty of stealing their sights and listening in on their conversation. In times like these, it helped to have something like the Dragonsight—though, the reason you had it in the first place wasn’t exactly grand in of itself.
“…It would only make sense that Tino chose ______________ as his vessel, but how in Eliatha am I supposed to use her now?” Mathias frowned as seen through Emil’s eyes. You preferred his eyes the most since he tended to focus on things that needed focusing on.
“You’ll just have to fly her on over to Eldur Mountain and have Tino get his body back first,” Emil said. “In any case, it’s not like we can go back there right now. We still have to find ~~~~~~~~~~.”
Lukas snorted. “And I thought you said you would be the best flier once you regained your true form, did you n
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You winced. Ever since finding out about Mathias’ true intentions of returning to your village, you had begun to pace back and forth well into early evening when your parents had returned home.
By then, of course, you had cleaned up the house along with ~~~~~~~~~~ and Emil’s help. Mathias was in no condition to be wasting his lingering strength on chores, and Lukas had thought himself too above cleaning up after “measly humans.”
The remark had earned him yet another contemptuous blow on the head by the Dragonheart.
“Father, Mother, listen to me,” you pleaded. “I’ve been wanting to see the world for so long—not just through the stories I’ve been told, but with my own eyes! Now that Dragonrise is here, we won’t have to worry about any shortages of food. A-And Mathias is a strong dragon. For crying out loud! The Dragonheart and her dragons are coming along!”
“We said not
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“Two times can be considered a coincidence, but three times!” the businessman laughed. “It must be fate!”
Your eyes automatically moved towards Lukas. This guy just happened to be everywhere you didn’t expect. First the Bone Forest, then the town, now here beyond the force field?
“What are you doing here?” Lukas spoke up before you could open your mouth and ask the same question.
“Travelling back home,” the businessman said. “Beyond this place is the mountain pass that leads to the far east. I’ve had my share of travelling through Eliatha. We all could use a good home-cooked meal back home.”
The rest of his crew nodded in unison.
You furrowed your eyebrows. “If I may ask, what’s with the masks?”
“That’s to protect our faces from the ice,” the businessman explained. “Oh, that’s right, back when we at the Bone Forest, there wasn’t any snow, and
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 23Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 23 in General Fiction More Like This
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You tried again and again hoping there would be a chance to reach out to the Wings of the Opal Skies, but your mind was as jumbled as you had left it a mere few minutes ago.
Could Lukas hear you, you wondered? If he could, then his mind was most likely on the brink of shattering at this very moment. You would have gone outside to check on the dragon—if your ankles weren't shackled to the edge of the caravan walls, that is.
“_____________, is everything alright?” you heard a voice suddenly speak up making you jump in surprise.
“Holy—!” you gasped and held yourself back when you realized who it was. “M-Mei, it’s only you…!”
The only female member of the travelling caravan had a look of genuine worry on her gentle face.
“We heard you screaming something from outside so I came over to see if there was something wrong,” she explained looking around to see if
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 17Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 17 in General Fiction More Like This
What had been going through Berwald's head when he had made you go with Lukas all on your own? It was bad enough that the two of you got off on a terrible start when Emil was inside your heart. Now that the dragon had been captured at the cost of a few mistakes—though you couldn’t be entirely sure if it was completely your fault—the line between your relationship was holding together by a micro-sized thin spider web ready to break at the right breath of the wind—or the wrong words.
Still, if Berwald had intended for your trip to only consist of you and Lukas, then it couldn’t hurt to try to patch any holes that might have shattered in your bonding—not that there was much of a bond to begin with. In that case, you would have to build it up even stronger than before. Whether he liked it or not, you were going to have to earn Lukas’ trust if you were going to successfully pull off a rescue mission for Emil. You first decided to try it
Peer Pressure: Part 4 (BTTxReader)Peer Pressure: Part 4Peer Pressure: Part 4 (BTTxReader) in General Fiction More Like This
Bad Touch TrioxReader
Sure enough, 30 minutes before your practice ended three boys in sweats and T-shirts sluggishly made their way onto the pool deck.
Someone shouted at you. “Yo Milo!”
The ball was in the air, arching towards you. Quickly, you twisted around your defense and stretched your arm up, catching the ball in the palm of your hand. Looking around and, seeing no one was open, you smacked it in front of you, driving forward until you were at the goal. A quick wet shot and you were lining up at the half again.
For the rest of practice, you and the team scrimmaged, ending when the coach called for sprints again.
Lovino, Matthew, Yao, and Mattias did not last long, like usual, but this time Ivan got a bad start. You whipped away from the lane line and ended up just ahead of the large Russian, as well as Alfred.
Grinning, you pulled yourself as close to the wall as possible, tensing your legs to spring off of the wall. The whistle blew and
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Bad Touch TrioxReader
Sighing, you slipped into your shower, steam already rising from the heavily heated water. Running your fingers through your hair to rinse out the day’s chlorine, you though back to only a few minutes ago.
You closed your (e/c) eyes, gently hitting your head against the wall of the shower.
Why were you so afraid? When he had first taken you out you wanted it to be a date, but, when faced with the actual love he felt for you? Why did you back out?
Sighing, you lifted your head again, letting the scalding water run over your body before shutting off the water. You wrung out your hair, grimacing at the chlorine-damaged texture before slinging it up in a sloppy ponytail.
Wrapping the towel around your body, you grabbed a pair of baggy sweats from your dresser and a team T-shirt to throw on over your (f/c) underwear and bra. Shaking the morning’s events from your head, you called up Alfred. “We still on for today?” y
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"I just don't understand why you've been doing this all day," you muttered to your friend Feliks.
He just smiled his not-so-innocent smile at you. "What do you mean, (F/n)?"
You sighed and let your head hang over the side of your bed. "These stupid quizzes and horoscopes."
The Polish boy didn't even look up from his current test. "They are not stupid." Looking up at you from his spot on the floor he asked you yet another question that may somehow help you find your 'true love', "What's your sign?"
Letting out heavier sigh, you answered him and listened as he read another horoscope off of another glossy magazine article. "You will find your one true love-"
"Only after you sort out your priorities in life."
He pouted up at you. "(F/n)," he said, tone warning.
Rolling over to look at him, you grinned at your girlish friend. "What?" you whined.
"That's not what it says!"
You peered over his shoulder to read the magazine. "Yes it is."
He grinned at
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Contest Entry for 2P!Hetalia-X-Reader
"Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht!
Alles schläft, einsam wacht
Nur das traute, hochheilige Paar.
Holder Knabe im lockigen Haar,
Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh,
Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh."
The tall German man sang the song to himself, remembering the week before when his house had been made less lonely by a tall pine tree and the sound of his girlfriend's voice.
She was decorating the tree while singing the song, her crystal clear voice ringing through the air. He smiled at the sound of his girl singing a song in his native tongue. (F/n) was currently trying to place a candle holder on one of the higher branches of the tree. He smirked at her as he watched her stretch, everything about her body drawing him near.
Letting out a frustrated huff of air, the (h/c) haired girl gave up, stomping her foot on the ground. Lutz chuckled and lifted himself from his seat. Slowly, quietly, he made his way to
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Prize for MissKiddoChan
Everything felt heavy. You were sick of it. Sick of your boyfriend's terrible personality, hot temper, and tendency to care more about his brother than you. Sure, it's his brother, but every time the slightly ditzier brother goes out with his boyfriend he didn't have to throw a fit and try to convince his brother not to go. It pissed you off. Everything about him pissed you off.
His face, his house, his accent. The fact that he always smelt like tomatoes. You were done with it all. And today would be the day you told him you were done.
When Lovino walked through the door, he was already in a bad mood. Something your Spanish neighbor had done, probably. But you didn't care.
You stormed past him through the front door, dragging one of your suitcases out with you. The Italian man froze where he stood, but didn't do anything to stop you as you stormed back through the door, grabbing another two bags and throwing them in the
Not So (GreecexReader)Not SoNot So (GreecexReader) in General Fiction More Like This
You sat in the far corner of your room clutching a pillow to your chest as you heard something tugging violently at your door.
"It's OK," you laughed quietly to yourself, "the door is locked."
However, when another, louder-than-usual, bang shook the door, you shrieked a bit and grabbed your phone. Then dropped it. Then grabbed it again.
Dialing the number you knew would be able to save you, you clutched the phone. "Yeah. I need your help."
A sigh at the other end, "Again?"
You scowled into the receiver, "Yes. Again. Come save me."
"Fine," he said, sounding bored, "I'll be right over."
Twenty minutes later, you heard your front door slowly open and your name being called.
You shouted back your location, words choked from the heavy weight of your chest. "I'm in here."
The man ran into your room and gasped at the scene he saw in front of him. He knelt down to your level, his green eyes shining with something you couldn't distinguish. Smiling ironically at you,
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"You will be working with agent 007 for this mission. The northeast dam overlooking the enemy camp is your rendezvous point. Don't forget to contact our double agent before you leave, he will provide valuable information needed to complete this mission, as well as provide you the code necessary to exit out of the final gate. There will be no women for a thousand miles around, so you will have to disguise your identity to even 007. Are you orders understood?"
You grinned into the phone at your ear and responded to the British voice, "Of course."
Reaching the rendezvous point consisted of a boring plane flight in which you hid your (h/l) (h/c) locks under a brown newsboy cap. You bound your chest with bandages and covered it with a wife beater, a black shirt, and a long trench. The dark jeans you wore were baggy on your muscled legs, only staying on due to a brown belt. Wh
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Request for BrooklynRageComing
Alfred F. Jones. The Alfred F. Jones. The star football player, everyone's best friend, the student council president. That Alfred F. Jones.
Not that there was any other, you just had to be 100% sure you weren't mistaken when the tall, tan, handsome blonde boy with stunning cornflower blue eyes hidden behind his wire glasses asked for your help with a question on the History handout that your teacher had given you.
His voice was low when he leaned over to your desk, a broad grin on his handsome face. "Can you help me with number 12?"
You didn't know why he was being quiet. Or why, when you responded, you were equally quiet. The class was chaos, but you still whispered back, "Yeah. It's in the second paragraph on page 496."
Flashing a bright grin at you, the teen ducked back to his desk and his textbook, finger following the words as he read them. He jumped a bit when he found the answer, happy to have the
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Gift for A-Lovely-Anxiety
When Gilbert did arrive, you were sitting on your couch like nothing had happened. He burst through the door, red eyes wide and coated in frantic worry.
"Hey Gil," you said from the sofa, lazily waving a hand in the air. The red-eyed German stood frozen in your doorway for a moment, shocked.
Finally moving again, the man quickly changed his whole demeanor back to his usual obnoxious self. "What's up?" he asked, voice back to normal levels.
Your eyes stayed glued to the television in front of you. "Not much," you muttered as you felt him sit next to you, "just watching TV."
The two of you sat in silence and watched the show until it ended, then a quiet click was heard as Gilbert shut off the TV. You looked at him, curious as to why he would cut the power. He was staring at you, expression solemn and serious. Which, in all honesty, scared you.
Gently, he took your hands in his and brought them in between the tw
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Blindly, you slipped off of the side of your bed and slowly padded over to the door, fumbling in the dark for the doorknob. When you finally found it, you carefully pushed down on the handle as to make a nearly non-existent sound. Hearing the door easily click open, you sighed and pushed through into the dark hall of the Trancy manor.
Turning a corner, you heard a noise back in the hall you had just left and froze, turning around to search the area with strained vision. Suddenly, you were very aware of a flickering light behind you.
“And where are you off to, Miss (L/n),” a cool voice asked.
You licked your lips, but kept your voice steady as you answered. “Just on the hunt for a restroom,” you laughed quietly.
The butler behind you didn’t move. “Is that so?” You made a noise of affirmation. “Then why do you have your cloak on?”
Stiffening, you fingered the heavy fabric of your traveling cl
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It had survived things that no mug should have had to endure.
It had been dropped off cliffs, plunged into radioactive water, used to hold questionable substances and once travelled several hundred kilometres after Pilot tied a helium balloon to it. It had been thrown at Snippy countless times. It had suffered the indignity of being sat on by Engie after the Captain left it lying on a chair.
It had never been washed in its life.
But in the end, all it took was one little nudge, and the mug the great, glorious mug was reduced to a few shards of broken ceramic and a spatter of sad-looking tea.
It happened like this:
They were seated around the kitchen table in their current place of residence. "Kitchen", of course, is taken very broadly here there was no ceiling, nor were there any kitchen appliances; it was, in fact, merely a ramshackle table in the middle of an empty room.
Today's lunch consisted of cold baked beans which was quite the delicacy considering t
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A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
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Everything had gone off without a hitch on that day; the best day of your life. You couldn't believe that the best day of your life had happened only two days ago; your marriage to Alfred F. Jones.
The two of you had gotten married six months after his proposal and honestly six months had been the most wonderful and most stressful few months you had ever experienced. The stress was trying to get everything done on time but what surprised you was how active America was in planning it all.
Oh Alfred of course since it was your wedding, it had to be big and by big you mean BIG. Alfred had to go over the top with everything. He had to make sure you had the exact dress you wanted no matter how expensive it was. He had to make sure that you were getting married at the most beautiful and perfect of places. The cake had to be gigantic and so was the guest list.
Perhaps the most shocking thing for you though was who Alfred chose to be his best man. He had chosen Arthur. At first you had no
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You sighed and smiled as you brushed your hair out; today was a special day no it was BEYOND special. It was possibly the most important day to you since forever. You looked at the calendar and beamed at the date that was circled and the big red words written there: Berwald and __________'s one year anniversary!
You couldn't believe it a whole year. It really didn't seem like it. It had flown by almost like magic. You honestly couldn't imagine ever having a better boyfriend; as far as you were concerned it was virtually impossible.
He was so sweet and gentle; always patient and never pushing you for anything. He would do the smallest things for you. It seemed like he could read your mind sometimes. You would come home after a long and frustrating day and find flowers on the front steps to your house. Whenever you needed to talk he would sit there and listen to you for as long as it took. He always loved you no matter what. He loved you when you were smiling happily at hi
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You smiled to yourself as you sat outside, bathing in the soft sunlight, enjoying its feel on your skin. You were happy today; you were feeling good and were happy to be up and out of bed. Yes, you had been in bed quite a bit lately.
"You're getting kind of heavy you know " you said with a bit of a giggle, running your hand over your stomach.
Yes, you were now nine months pregnant and could hardly believe it; it felt as though the pregnancy had flown by but at the same time it felt like it had lasted forever yeah that probably made no sense to anyone but you.
You had been married to Sweden for two years now and had so far had very few altercations and marital issues; you had chosen the right man for certain; you got along like bread and butter. After a couple years on birth control, you both decided that you would like to try for a baby. Well actually, shockingly enough, Sweden was the one who brought up having children.
You had always known Sweden was a loving person and wou
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"Morning already?" you half sighed, half groaned as you felt soft sunlight shining over your closed eyelids. You could hear the morning birds chirping and the sounds of the world waking up.
Taking a deep breath you sat up and yawned, stretching your arms. "Hmmmnn " you sighed. "I don't usually get up this early " smiling to yourself you allowed a small giggled to escape your lips. "Alfie was so sweet yesterday; I'll make him a nice breakfast to reward him and then I can take him out to do something he likes."
Climbing out of bed, you didn't bother to change into your day clothes just yet and only brushed your hair. You weren't going anywhere after all so why did it matter what you were wearing? Alfred didn't care either so it was actually kind of nice.
"I'll do chocolate chip pancakes, sausage, and fried eggs." You mused. "He can pick out what he wants to drink."
You hummed to yourself as you prepared the food, smiling to yourself at the mere thought of Alfred tearing apart t
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As you laid in your bed staring at the ceiling, you could hardly believe it; you had been married to Romano for over two years now. Everything had been going well with you and you were a happy couple but right now you were fed up.
No; you weren't fed up with Romano. You were fed up with bed rest.
Looking down at your stomach however, you still managed to smile as you rubbed it affectionately. You giggled when you felt the little life inside kick against the palm of your hand. Yes you were now eight months pregnant.
You remembered how it all happened. You had been married for about one and a half years and Romano was going through a very rough time. One day while he was out, you decided to surprise him with a really nice dinner when he got home. And so that's just what you did and though he didn't act all romantic about it, he was very happy that you'd done that for him or at least that's what you thought. You hadn't been sure at the time because he just sat there rather
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"______________! It's been a long time amiga!" Spain said cheerfully as you stood on the front porch.
You laughed at his seemingly everlasting cheerfullness and zest for life. "Yeah I know. It has been a while."
"Come in come in! I'll get you something to drink right away. It's hot during the summer after all!" the Spaniard said before rushing off into the kitchen.
You smiled at the familiar warmth of Spain's home. Sure it had been a while since you had visited but it almost felt like your second home. Antonio was practically family to you and he was more than delighted you felt that way.
Relaxing even more you headed over to the couch to see Romano already crashed and eating a tomato.
"Hey Romano." you greeted casually.
Romano hardly looked up. "Great. Another Spain in the house."
You hardly reacted at all and sat down on the couch next to him. Being Spain's friend you were around Romano quite often and were used to his behavior. In reality Romano actually cared for you quite a bit as
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"Lovino what are you so annoyed about THIS time?" you asked, looking at your pouting Italian best friend.
"None of your damned business!" he shouted, folding his arms.
You frowned. You had been friends with Romano since well forever! But there were times where he was a royal pain in the ass, like right now.
"Lovino, give me a break. You know you can talk to me about anything; right?" you said, putting a hand on his shoulder, which he shrugged off stubbornly.
Your frown deepened and your eyes saddened a bit as well. There was no telling how long you had continued to assure him that he could talk to you about anything, but he never really opened up. There were times when he would lean against your shoulder or sit a little closer to you and give off a sort of emotion but he never really came out with it.
"You've been acting weird for like three weeks now and it's getting worse. I'm really worried about you." You continued.
"Well stop worrying already!" he growled.
Ok, now y
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At your house you were waiting anxiously for Romano it was finally the day of the party and you were so excited but so nervous at the same time. You were so wound up in fact, that when Romano knocked at the door, you jumped a bit.
"Coming!" you called, rushing to the door.
Your eyes widened and you blushed at the sight before you
Here was your friend Romano, well more recently your boyfriend, dressed up in a black tuxedo with a dark red undershirt ..he looked perfect like a model
In the meantime, Romano couldn't take his eyes off you either. You had worn your hair in just the right way to flatter your face and your makeup complemented everything about you perfectly.
Your dress flowed all the way down to (place) and the color and cut of it was brilliant on you you looked perfect
"U-um so how are you?" you said finally.
"What? Oh fine." Romano said shifting his eyes to the side.
You smiled at how cute his face looks. "You're all pouty faced
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"Back again already ____________?" an older woman at the front desk said with a smile.
"Yeah." You said with a somewhat sheepish smile.
"You've come here every day for that boy." She commented.
You smiled at the elderly woman one last time before making your way to Alfred's room.
It was true what she said; you had visited Alfred every single day during the week and a half after the accident. You just loved him so much you never wanted to leave him.
Finally you reached the all too familiar room and knocked on the door. "I'm coming in." you called before taking a step inside.
You wondered if Alfred was asleep
"Miss _____________!" Alfred cried happily, sitting up in bed with the most excited of expressions.
Nope; definitely not asleep.
"Hey you." You said with a laugh. "I got you a little something speciaaaal." You teased, grinning.
"What is it?! What is it?!" America said with enthusiasm.
"Oh I don't know how about a package of your favorite cookies?" you said, holding o
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"Ohnnn ." You groaned, rolling from your back onto your side. You were totally tired of this laying on your back or on your side, stuck in your bed; this had been your life for the past few weeks.
Now nine months pregnant, you were huge and could barely do anything without somebody's help. Still though, despite the soreness and hassles of it all, you were happy. Rubbing your stomach tenderly you smiled; any day now
You giggled remembering how you conceived. That first night you and Kiku spent together as a married couple, he had realized that there was indeed a possibility of you becoming pregnant from your activities. Though you knew it was a possibility too, you really hadn't expected to discover you were pregnant a little over a month later.
Telling Kiku you were pregnant wasn't necessarily a nerve-wracking experience; it was just a bit awkward seeing as how you two had just gotten married and all. It was helpful knowing Kiku's view on having a child together t
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It was early in the morning, the sun was not even out in the sky yet. In the dark, Zain attempted to put on his shoes. Without light he could not manage to tie his shoelaces, so he left them unlaced. He did not grab a bag or anything, all he needed was the clothes on his back. The pale merman stared out the window and wondered how many hours of darkness he had left. He could see a sea gull flying in the sky; he didn't have much time.
"Mnnh...." Arun groaned as he woke up from his deep sleep.
"Why is he awake? I was being silent!" Zain thought. He watched as the young merman rubbed his sleepy eyes, and decided not to panic.
"Zain, are you up?" Arun mumbled as he saw the dark silhouette that was Zain.
"Can you get me another blanket? I'm cold..." Arun asked. He still looked like he would fall back to sleep at any second.
Zain reached for a folded blanket on the couch, and walked over to Arun to hand him the blanket. Judging by his footsteps, Arun could tell Zain had shoes on.
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13 Months Later
It was the end of summer, so Cayucos was packed with tourists who wanted to see the beach one last time before returning to school and jobs. Children were dashing around, giggling happily, and their families closely followed behind. On this particular street, by the beach, were various places to pick up snacks such as ice cream, and other interesting and unique shops that sold crafts and antiques.
Skye was walking down this street, and certainly didn't fit in with the crowd. Their cheery, smiling faces were in contrast to his empty expression. He didn't look sad, just blank. His bare feet were still covered in sand from previously walking on the beach. A group of children dashed past him, nearly crashing into him, but Skye paid them no attention.
He finally reached his destination; an old, multiple story antique shop. A bell above the door rang as he entered the expansive, cluttered building. A skinny blonde girl behind the cash register counter looked up from her magaz
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Cyan was sitting on Skye's bed, and Skye was in front of him on his knees, applying bandages to the merman's abused body.
"He's so quiet...." Cyan thought as he fidgeted nervously. He hated the awkward silence.
Skye was nearly done when Cyan noticed that Skye's arm was bleeding as well.
"Oh, this?" Skye explained as if it were nothing, "I just cut it on some glass."
"Let me wash it for you." Cyan offered, but Skye stood up.
"I'll do it myself," He turned towards the bathroom, but Cyan grabbed Skye's arm.
"Let me do it," Cyan begged. Skye gave in and removed his ruined pajama shirt.
"He's feeling guilty," Cyan thought as he poured water from a bottle onto a rag and gently dabbed Skye's arm. He kept glancing up at Skye to make sure it wasn't causing him pain, but his expression never changed. Once all the blood was cleaned off of his skin, Cyan began to clumsily apply bandages to his arm. Fortunately, he managed to finish and gave Skye's arm a loving caress.
"Do you remember my promise?"
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Skye somehow survived Gwen's angry rant from earlier when he and the four other boys waltzed into the antique shop. The two cousins eventually made a deal; the boys would have to work if they wanted to stay. Skye told her that they were going to be guests temporarily, but he had no idea how he was going to find the courage to kick them out. He wished that they were uber annoying or mean, so that he would not feel so guilty with wanting them to leave. However, besides Arun and Cyan's occasional fighting, they were mostly innocent and childlike. Especially Nagisa, who acted like a shy little girl, just as much as he looked it. And, of course, Cyan had to stay, no matter how angry Gwen got.
The next day (after the long and uncomfortable night of sharing a bed with four boys), Skye and the mermen began to work at the antique shop downstairs. The young blond was just about to get them started on unloading a box, when his cousin walked in and stopped him. Gwen pulled him away from the others
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"Where did those three boys go?" Gwen asked just as Skye and Cyan were at the front door of the shop, ready to leave.
"Uh... they went home..." Skye lied, although it was partly true. He didn't make eye contact with his cousin so that she might assume he was too busy to talk.
"Home? But you told me they were homeless." Gwen continued to ask and one of her eyebrows rose in puzzlement.
"They bought a new home," Skye gave his cousin a poor lie, and Cyan turned away from Gwen to hide his unease.
"Surely not from the money they got from working from me! I barely paid them anything! They barely EARNED anything," Gwen brought her hands to her hips.
"They've been saving up...." Skye scratched the back of his head nervously.
Gwen went silent, and Skye began to believe that his lies didn't work. She eventually sighed and Skye braced himself for more questions.
"And just when they were starting to get the hang of it too," she said sadly.
Cyan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled quickly at Skye.
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"I lost control again," Zain thought.
The albino merman was laying in his new bed, even though he knew he would not be able to sleep. He brought his hand to his forehead and gripped his white hair roughly in frustration.
"Why did I have to cry? Now he's going to be worried," Zain thought.
"Damn it," He found himself saying out loud, "Damn it! I shouldn't make him worry anymore."
Zain quickly became quiet as he heard some one entering the room. He pretended to be asleep, although he knew it probably didn't look believable because he was so tense. Even with his eyes closed, Zain knew that it was Nagisa that had entered the room. In comparison to Arun's loud and clumsy feet, Nagisa's steps were quiet and graceful. The steps grew closer and closer until he knew that Nagisa was standing right beside the bed.
"Keep your eyes closed. Keep your eyes closed," Zain repeated over and over in his head.
"He knows I'm awake," Zain thought as Nagisa continued to stand beside him, "He can see how tens
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Skye finally reached the street that his high school was located. Having run the whole way there, Skye tried to catch his breath. As he stood there with his hands on his knees, he stared at the school building. It was completely silent since it was the weekend. Since Skye lives in a small town located right near the beach, the high school was small as well. He finally caught his breath and cursed at himself for resting. He then approached the school and walked right in, not having to climb a fence or anything like that.
Skye didn't have to worry much about security. The school was never tagged by graffiti, for there were usually never any gangs in small coastal towns like this. If anything, he would have to worry about running into a teacher, janitor, or someone working in the offices.
Once he reached the door to the main office, he tried the door, and it was locked.
"Would a school like this have an alarm system?" Skye wondered. He looked around on the ground for any object that could
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It was beautiful, sunny day in Cayucos, California. However, even the perfect weather couldn't improve the mood of one of the local residents as he gloomily walked across the sand. Surfboard in his hand, he stared out into the horizon, his natural blonde hair blowing in the wind. He then realized that he was the only person on the beach, which just made him feel worse. He felt so alone lately, ever since summer began. His parents had left him for a whole month to go visit relatives who lived a few states away. The poor surfer couldn't go with his parents because he had to take summer school classes.
"Fucking Econ...." He grumbled to himself.
The poor highschooler didn't even have any friends to help him with his loneliness. Besides his good looks and likeable personality, he was painfully shy and only had a few friends. And those few friends happened
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Walking hand in hand, Skye and Cyan returned from their date at the aquarium. As they approached the antique shop, they spotted Nagisa and Zain walking towards them from the opposite direction. Skye and Cyan were dressed in their winter clothes, but Nagisa and Zain mysteriously had hints of sunburn across their skin. Once they reached the front door of the shop, they froze in place as the realization hit them.
"You were...." Cyan began.
"....gone too?" Nagisa finished.
All four of them entered the shop, expecting the worst. Fortunately, the shop was just as they had left it. Gwen smiled at them from behind the register and greeted them as they entered.
"Eh? Did you two go to a tanning salon?" Gwen said incredulously at the two mermen.
"Uh..." Nagisa couldn't even think of an excuse, for he didn't even know what a tanning salon was.
All four of them were much too concerned about the state of the upper levels to give Gwen a proper answer. As the climbed up the stairs, with Skye in the le
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Skye took out his cell phone from his pocket to check the time.
"5:30..." He read to himself.
"It should be open," the young blonde said as he turned to the boy next to him.
"Good..." Cyan said as he rubbed his stomach. Skye stared at the smaller boy; he was developing a habit of doing this. He couldn't help himself, he was just so fascinated with the boy from the sea.
The sun was getting lower in the sky, causing the leaves from the tree in Skye's front yard to scatter shadows all over Cyan. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about how lovely Cyan looked at this moment. Skye's mind then focused on Cyan's new shirt.
When Cyan first met Skye, he, of course, had no clothes with him. Unfortunately for the both of them, Skye's clothes were too large for Cyan. The surfer decided to dig through his garage for old clothes, and he found a few shirts that he had worn in junior high school. However, Skye was unable to find pants, so Cyan had to wear Skye's baggy swim shorts with the drawstri
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Lovino wondered why he even bothered.
He stood in the stuffy kitchen, making yet another pizza. This place... it wasn't anything special; it was just a small restaurant on the high street which attracted tourists rather than locals. He often wondered if he could move on to bigger and better things but a part of him told him why bother? He had a stable job, along with his brother, and they were earning money to get them by, so why should he quit? If he did, he would only have a hard enough time finding another job... so leaving this one was risky.
Feliciano had often talked about opening a restaurant together. Lovino, obviously, had shot him down with all the disadvantages of doing that and the plan was abandoned.
"It would never work," he had told Feliciano the day he had suggested it, "It would be too difficult."
"Ve, why?" the younger brother had questioned innocently
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He'd say he didn't care. He'd say that he wouldn't miss the Spanish nation if he was ever asked if he would. He said that he would be perfectly fine alone during that time. He said that he could cope without him.
And he was... for a day or two at least. Lovino loved the freedom of doing whatever he wanted whenever he was alone. There was no Spain to boss him around. There was no Spain to tell him what he could and could not do, to tell him where he could and could not go. No Spain to tell him he shouldn't eat too many tomatoes or he will be sick, no Spain to tell him when he should go to bed. No Spain to tell him to do his chores. No Spain to tell him to stop being lazy and help out once in a while.
This freedom was something that Lovino enjoyed for a while... but soon the small nation f
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Green eyes glared at the mirror before him; thick eyebrows furrowed deep into a scowl and thin lips turned downwards in displeasure. Arthur Kirkland hated this time of year. He hated it with a passion but hating it did nothing to relieve him of his duties. He still had to do it whether he liked it or not...
He sighed to himself and adjusted the rather short toga he sported and tightened his grip on the star wand he held in his right hand. He muttered a spell under his breath and the wand transformed into a bow, and on his back the quiver held a fair amount of arrows with heart-shaped heads. Grumbling to himself, Arthur...or Cupid, since you may have guessed where this story is headed, left his bedroom in a huff, startling the fairies that fluttered around the residence.
"Is it that time of year again?" one fairy asked, fluttering towards the sour looking nation. Arthur nodded gruffly and tightened his grip on the bow. The fairy giggled to herself and
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Halloween was an interesting experience for Lovino. He never thought he would spend the majority of the evening cooped up in a tiny closet with a vampire who wanted nothing more than to suck his blood and make out.
Lovino, of course, was still trying to get his thoughts together. He wanted Antonio and he wanted him bad. He wanted him so much that it actually hurt; whenever he was away from him all he could think about was how handsome he looked and how he had always looked out for him since day one. Lovino was still afraid, though... he didn't want to display any affection; especially in public for the fear of someone he knew seeing.
It was hard, keeping this all bottled up. Antonio, even though he had tried to hold his hand while he walked him to work, or tried to steal a kiss whenever he said goodbye, knew Lovino was just scared. But now, perhaps it was time for him to f
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Lovino also liked naps. However, he wasn't too keen to take one with the tomato bastard he called a lover. Here he was at Antonio's house for the first time in weeks and this was one of the rare opportunities that the two nations got to see each other; their bosses had kept them so busy lately that they found it hard to even speak to each other let alone see each other. With all the crap that had been happening lately, Lovino actually welcomed the break. He welcomed the little holiday with open arms and even if was only for a weekend, it was better than nothing.
Antonio smiled lightly, lying comfortably in the bed. He gestured to the smaller male before him and pulled on his wrist lightly, tugging him onto the bed beside him. Lovino scowled, having landed in an awkward position beside the Spaniard and huffed, "I don't approve of this."
"Aww, why not? I just want to take a nap with you that's all!" Antonio said, adjusting his position slightly
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Lovino spent the rest of the week looking over his shoulder and getting startled at every single little thing. Even a small creak in the apartment made his heart beat a mile a minute, when Feliciano stated he was going out somewhere, he would fret for him to be careful and trust no one (that was only after failing to convince him to stay in). When he walked to work he thought he could see him from the corner of his eye but when he looked there was no one there.
Lovino wasn't paranoid... really, he wasn't. He was just making sure he didn't become a vampire's lunch.
He snorted at the thought; he kind of already was, wasn't he?
A full week had passed and Lovino found himself walking to work and once again he was working a night shift. He told himself to stop being stupid and he'd deal with him if he did show up-though he did hope that last week was just a one off and he would
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The meeting was not even half way through yet and Lovino wanted to die in a hole. Why, you might ask? Well, there's that insane Danish nation seated on his right- yes, the one who keeps stroking that insanely large axe of his and winking at a very mortified-looking Norwegian seated across the long table. Then on his left was the small trembling nation that lived near Russia... Latvia, was it? Then opposite him was that perverted French bastard that made strange kissy-faces at everyone and anyone he could, the potato bastard who happened to be in his field of vision and next to him was the tomato bastard.
The tomato bastard: otherwise known as Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, or Spain. But to Lovino, the tomato bastard was a fine enough name for him.
There he was, sitting there smiling at him at every opportunity he got. Before the meeting started the Southern Italian had worked hard to avoid the persistent Spaniard. He hid under tables and behind anyone who was standing
ColourLovino hated the rain. He could start explaining why in a fancy poetic fashion but the truth was that he hated it simply because it was wet and cold and every time he walked to his apartment, some fucker would always drive through a large puddle and end up soaking him.Colour in Romance More Like This
"God fucking damn it," Lovino cursed. He knew he had to venture outside but he really didn't want to.
Lovino looked over at his room mate, Antonio, and scowled, "It's fucking raining."
"I like the rain! It makes the tomatoes grow!" Antonio beamed. Lovino rolled his eyes, knowing that the Spaniard would say something like that. The nickname 'tomato bastard' wasn't given without a reason, you know.
"You'll fucking turn into a tomato if you continue eating so many," Lovino stated and got himself comfortable on the couch. Antonio beamed, "So will you!"
"I don't like tomatoes," Lovino said as he picked up his tomato-decorated coffee mug. Antonio merely nodded, "Sure you don't."
Lovino merely huffed
GrandmanoAntonio stared. Like, actually stared to the point where his eyes were so wide they might just fall out of his head.Grandmano in Romance More Like This
He knew this was a great idea, but damn he didn't know Lovino would look this good.
"Hey, bastard! What are you looking at?" Lovino grumbled, irritated by the fact that the Spaniard just stood there staring, not saying a word. Antonio couldn't take his eyes off him... or rather he couldn't take his eyes off his legs. Goddamn, those legs looked good in that nightdress. And the glasses suited him too. Antonio knew the Italian would look good in anything, even that grandmother bonnet he sported.
He knew that Little Red Riding Hood was a good theme for this year's Halloween!
Lovino looked good.
Lovino looked absolutely fucking adorable.
...Lovino was pointing a shot gun at him.
"Don't fucking stare, asshole!"
"But you look so cute!" Antonio cooed, ignoring the fact that there was a gun pointed at his face as he approached the Italian with a big grin. Lovino ste
Choices- Ch1Arthur Kirkland moved away from London in escape to a quiet life. He'd moved to a small town on the coast in order to escape the hustle and bustle of the city. Arthur had not only chosen this place because it was quiet, but because it was where his family used to holiday when he was younger. He'd always wanted to live in a place like this and now, when he finally had enough money, he could.Choices- Ch1 in Romance More Like This
Three years later, Arthur was happy. He had a good job, a nice house and everything he could have asked for.
He also had a boyfriend which came in the form of his own American hero, Alfred Jones.
Like himself, Alfred had moved to England to get away from the loud city. Coming from New York and moving to a small coastal town had been a huge change for him but when the two met a cafe during Alfred's first couple of days (Arthur had already been there a year), the Brit was more than willing to show him around.
And now, the two of them lived and shared a happy life together.
It was a Saturday morning an
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We all live.
We all die.
So tell me again.
make us so different
from each other?
A Little Bit of WonderlandHer name was Alyssa, and when she was nine, her mother built her Wonderland. After being raised on a healthy diet of Charles Dickens, Enid Blyton and J.M. Barrie, it seemed like the natural course of action. She created it out of paper, each scene indispensably, indisputably perfect in its imperfection.A Little Bit of Wonderland in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And she did it because Alyssa was terrified of the idea of falling through a rabbit hole, into a place that allows magic only when you are confused. Mothers do the most impractical, exhausting things to show how much they love their children. It seemed a pity that it was this very effort that kept Alyssa up all night, staring at the paper people like they were coming to get her.
(If Alyssa’s mother knew, she would have spent all her time trying to explain to the little girl that it wasn’t just paper people she should be afraid of.)
God appeared to have a sense of humour when little Alice became Alyssa’s best friend. She lives across the street, her hair always
Inside Out"I think I wear my soul inside out."Inside Out in Emotional More Like This
"My soul. It's inside out."
"That's a strange thing to say."
"I have all the symptoms though."
"And what are the symptoms of this disea-"
"It's not a disease."
"All right. What are the symptoms, then?"
"I care too much about all the wrong things, I worry about odd things, my heart breaks too easily and my brain feels a little too asymmetrical to the things that are supposed to be fun."
"You know parties and alcohol and normal things. Like that."
"Nothing. What do you care too much about?"
"Everything. Global warming. The whales. Aliens. Israel. Sarajevo. The Ozone-"
"I get it. Everything that counts and you can do nothing about by yourself."
"You sound cynical."
"You sound paranoid."
"It's just honest. What worries you?"
"The fact that you are too self involved to notice."
"If I disappear."
"You idiot. Ofcourse I will notice if you disappear. I'd not
Nothing Lives Foreveri.Nothing Lives Forever in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When you were a child, we would sit on the porch to talk about your day. And sometimes, we would find a dead bird, or a frog on there. And you would ask me about death and why it happens, looking at the poor creature in my hands, its life cut short and touch it tenderly. I would always say the same thing.
Nothing is meant to live forever, my dear.
The school called me in on your twelfth birthday and asked if I had known how clever you were, that your test scores were the best in the state. They asked me if I knew I had a genius child on my hands who grew bored easily in class and tended to distract others in his classroom, sometimes causing arguments, fistfights and could manipulate his classmates into doing anything.
We don't think this is the school for him. He needs to be challenged appropriately.
You fell in love at seventeen and she was lovely. Kind, caring and beautiful, I couldn't ask for a better girl for you. She was our neighbour
Death"Do you fear death?"Death in Short Stories More Like This
The question loomed in the air before my body, as if a sword looming over someone almost conquered by their enemy. But I looked down at my hands and then back up, only to say, "Have you ever felt the pain of watching two lovers embrace at the end of a movie? It's supposed to be a happy ending. But your heart tells your lungs to stop breathing for just a minute because it will never ever be yours."
"Do you fear death?"
A question repeated deserves an answer. But instead, my trembling hands sat clenched on my lap, the blue ink like veins showing through the frail covering that might rip apart any second. "Do you know what it's like to wake up in the middle of the night to hear a song, just to remind yourself, you're going to be all right? Over and over again until it doesn't work anymore."
"Do you fear death?"
The invisible chain linked through my fingers, and I closed my tired eyes, this time, hearing the impatience in th
Lying, Cheating Harlot“I have issues.”Lying, Cheating Harlot in Free Verse More Like This
“That’s a revelation.”
“No. Seriously. I have issues.”
“All right. I’ll bite. What’s going on?”
“I don’t think I’m ever going to find someone who’ll love me.”
“What? Why're you looking at me like that?”
“You aren’t serious, right?”
“I am glad my pain makes you so incredulous.”
“All right, let me try this again. If you can't find someone who loves you, who am I to you?”
“Don’t answer that. That was rhetorical. I am the girl who spends hours huddled in a corner of a library, trying to find what you love the most about Marlowe, just so I can write you a poem worthy of Shakespeare. I’ve made books my lovers, hours my enemies and you the only story.”
“You do that for-”
“I am the girl who will split her fingers in two and let the ink fall on pages and p
Let the Fall Make You Stronger."Hey! Are you all right?"Let the Fall Make You Stronger. in Emotional More Like This
"Sure, why wouldn't I be?"
"Um...because you just fell from the roof of the hou-"
"See, that's where you're wrong. I didn't fall. The floor challenged me and I accepted."
"And how did that go for you?"
"The floor won. But only because it had the advantage."
"Of being non sentient and vast in size, along with the fact that there is a freaking storm out!!"
"Nope. I just attacked from the wrong position."
"I overestimated my skills."
"I'll say. You're bleeding!"
"Only a little. Ask me again."
"If I'm fine."
"Is it because you're bleeding?"
"You're supposed to ask 'Why'."
"God, you're so bloody difficult!"
"But cute. Just ask."
"Because this world we live in, it gives us these dreams, you see. These great big beautiful colourful galaxies in our heads of ideas, thoughts and empathetic conclusions to our fellow humans. Our brain tells us, go on, be curious, make those mistakes.
What is Hell?Hell is staring at a phone willing it to ringWhat is Hell? in Free Verse More Like This
just because you believe someone will keep
his forgotten promises.
Hell is calling someone
hoping they would be glad to hear from you
only to hear them say they will call you later.
Hell is understanding that you're temporary
even though you have already fallen in love
with the person who cannot love anymore.
Hell is being faithful to someone
without ever knowing if he ever will
be as faithful to you.
Hell is wandering on an empty road
After a truly awful fight which
didn't end in reconciliation
Hell is not realizing that the truck was heading
straight for you when your eyes were closed
the strains of music deafening you to a roar.
Hell is waiting for your daughter to breathe
without a thousand machines having to help her
take a deep clean breath.
Hell is waiting for your child to wake up
so she can tell you she loves you
and that she is just fine.
Hell is holding your best fri
Forever NeverlandGrace disliked Tinkerbell. She disliked her because she had wings and she could fly whereas Grace stayed on the ground, catching fireflies. The fireflies, in turn, made it easy because they knew she would let them go. She would stare at their radiant light in awe and try to understand how something so little could shine so very bright.Forever Neverland in Free Verse More Like This
She tried to pretend the bread she had in the mornings was ice cream flavoured, and even imagined her little brother had never been taken from them but had been enthralled and forever lost in Neverland. When she tried to explain this to her mother, her mother would look away quietly, and sometimes, rise with a quiet shudder...and leave the room.
For a little girl who had the hope of the world resting quite easily on her head as a crown, she knew. She knew that one day, he would come for her and maybe, maybe they could be together again like they were in her dreams.
As she grew older, she slept on a bed of green, with a desk of wood and a massive window t
Pros and Cons1. I am not writing a list of things that will make me hate you, as you supposed, but more a list that would help me move on. I always hated how you were very practical that way, even about emotional distress. I am not writing about the trouble with you being your incorrigible logic, your lack of tact.Pros and Cons in Free Verse More Like This
2. I am not writing this because I have a habit of doing what you say, and perhaps, just maybe this would give me closure.
3. I am not going to write about how beautiful your mouth is, and how it seems like something that would have been kisses by an angel.
4. I am not going to write about how your voice tremors when you speak of loneliness.
5. I am not going to write about how you are worthy of songs and dances and plays to be written for your lack of wonder at war, sex or alcohol, you aren’t that interesting.
6. I am not going to write about the day you sat me down and dragged me down with you, just so you could complain about how much I loved angel wings and sketches of pretty e
Murdoc's Fractured Stories. Prince and the pauper.Murdoc: You know what I think Faceache?Murdoc's Fractured Stories. Prince and the pauper. in Humor More Like This
Murdoc: I don't think yer having sleeping problems at all. I think yer just pulling my leg with this shit because yer lonely.
2D: No, it's coz tha' whale out there scares the crap outta me, and I can't sleep.
Murdoc: What damn whale? (Stands up and opens the curtain. Sees huge eye. Blinks at it in astonishment and slowly closes curtain) Okay so the story I have fer you is about two stupid kids. One rich little bugger, and one poor one.
2D: You saw the whale right? Tha' big googy eye lookin' back atcha? (Holds hands up in front of his eyes and waggles his fingers)
Murdoc: (Slaps hands away) I have no idea what yer talking about. Now do you want this damn story or not?
2D: (sigh) Yes please.
Murdoc: The Prince and the Pauper. Originally scrawled onto a bit of bog paper by Mark Twain, cue dramatic music. Woo hoooo wooo taaaah dum dee dah, bleh. Whatever. Longest damn tale I've ever read, and I shall now do a bit of magic. You like magic, do
Demon's Web, teaser.Wandering down by the lighthouse, Marcus feels a cold chill run the full length of his spine and shudders deeply. The distinct sensation of being watched creeping along and seemingly burrowing into the top of his head. Instinctively he looks up and on the landing that runs around the top of the lighthouse, he sees someone looking down at him. Quite taken aback by this and wondering who on Earth that is and how they got here. The older man looks over towards the empty jetty in the cove, then back up at the landing. The man has gone and convinced that he must have stepped back inside, Marcus quickly makes his way to the lighthouse door. If there's someone here, then perhaps he missed the Widower? It must have arrived earlier that morning and he was asleep? Does that mean that Spyder hadn't wanted him to leave after all? He won't know the answer to that until he talks to whoever that is up there. So taking the stairs two by two, Marcus makes his way quickly up. Coming out into the large cDemon's Web, teaser. in Short Stories More Like This
Dead Space2D has been playing the game "Dead Space" on one of the computers down in the back end. Some of the scenes in the game have scared him quite badly, and he has stopped in an area, not really sure he wants to continue on. Murdoc wanders in, after having decided to use one of the computers to look up a new porn site he has heard about, and sees the young man shivering and wringing his hands. He smiles evilly and creeps up behind the younger man, stopping when he is mere inches from his ear.Dead Space in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Whacha playin'?" he asks loudly, causing the young man to toss the mouse aside and nearly fall out of his chair. Clutching his chest tightly he scrambles to get away, before looking back at the old man.
"Whaddid yah do that for? Yah nearly scared me half to dea'f." he squeaks, panting heavily. Murdoc licks his lips in delight and smiles almost in an evilly pleasant way.
"Yeah, Well..." he repeats, pointing at the faintly glowing monitor. 2D looks over at his character, standing quietly in a
2D or not 2D2D is sitting on the floor of his bedroom, recovering from yet another of Murdocs nightly visits. His face twisted in an angry scowl he clenches his fists tightly in his lap. The Keyboardist, has had enough. He stares at his bedroom door. His black hole eyes almost seeming to burrow through it to the car park and in the general direction of Murdocs Winnie. 'How to pay him back?' The young man wonders and leaning his back against the side of his bed. He quietly starts to think.2D or not 2D in Fan Fiction More Like This
The next morning at breakfast. 2D sits eating a large bowl of Corn Flakes, watching Murdoc snarling at someone on his mobile. He grins and goes back to eating.
What the fuck are you lookin' at? Murdoc hisses at the Keyboardist, slamming his phone shut. 2D stops chewing and looks down into his bowl. He shuffles his feet and slumps his shoulders, trying to look small. Murdoc leans forwards and over the table towards the young man. Grinding his shark-like teeth and looking hard at the youth. 2D becomes i
ZZap.2D is sitting on the edge of his bed, swinging his legs back and forth over the edge, listening to the sound his boots make on the carpet. He looks up at his door and sighs heavily, wondering what everyone else is doing today. Laying back, and placing an arm behind his head, he continues to swing his legs, while staring at the high vaulted ceiling and scratching his exposed belly, with his free hand.ZZap. in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lets see. Muds is pr'olly in his Winnie, downloadin' porn and finkin' about new ways ta torture me... or sumfink. Noodle is.... atchully... I dunno wot Noddle is doin'. But where ever she is, she's pr'olly havin' more fun than me. Russel.... Now Russ is pr'olly in the fridge. 2D laughs quietly to himself and sits up, planting his feet firmly beside the bed, he stands up and walks to his closed bedroom door. Wondering if his predictions about where the others are were right, he decides to go and take a look. Reaching out for the door handle, he suddenly gets a small s
The Vessel. Teaser 2.Deciding that he is going to do something that he's always wanted to do and today, on his 23rd birthday, is the best time to do it. Spyder puts on his motorcycle gear and makes his way to the garage. Taking out Reynard's Kawaski Ninja motorbike, he climbs on and makes his way to the gate. Seeing it open for him, he sucks a breath and drops the shield on his helmet, then slowly rolls out to the edge of the road. Finally letting the breath out, he suddenly feel completely alive. His blood almost seems to tingle in his veins and his whole body vibrates. In a wonderful sense of absolute freedom. Alone and outside. Just him and the road. He's never had this before, because there was always someone else attached to Reynard with him, whenever he went beyond the gates. Dropping the clutch he screeches out of the driveway and tears off down the road, putting distance between him and the gate quickly. All he needs to do is get beyond the walls of the estate and he's truly free, if only for the mThe Vessel. Teaser 2. in Short Stories More Like This
G-Bite. Sweet Treats.Having checked the cupboards and fridge for food, Murdoc comes to the conclusion that a shopping trip is necessary, or they'll starve. So he heads down to the singers room and kicks open his door, starling him into falling off the side of his bed and onto his rump. He grumbles softly as he rubs the sore spot, looking up in time to see Murdoc's clawed hand reaching down for him. He lifts his hands and legs defensively, weakly slapping at the hand as it grabs his shirt. Then complains bitterly as he's unceremoniously dragged across the floor towards his door, but not given a chance to get to his feet.G-Bite. Sweet Treats. in Humor More Like This
"Awww, Muds please don'. I woz doin' sumfink," he groans. He's given a slight reprieve when the bassist stops to open his door. So jumps to his feet and tries to pries the musicians hand from his collar.
"I don't give a crap about yer filthy bedroom habits Faceache. Now getcher bum out there," Murdoc growls, and pressing the singer forwards, gives him and extra shove with the sole of his bo
Murdoc's Fractured Stories. Princess and the pea.Murdoc's Fractured Stories. Princess and the pea. in Humor More Like This
Murdoc: Okay kiddies, Faceache is still having sleeping problems. Although I did suggest I could fix the problem by simply punching him in the head a few times, he had a little tear and said he'd prefer a story instead. Soooooo, here's one about another pussy with sleeping problems. The idiot princess and her pea.
Murdoc: Eww? What? You don't want me to read this one?
2D: No. Not if it's about some girl goin' to the toilet.
Murdoc: (stares hard at him for a moment) The green kind you dolt!
2D: EWWWW! Infected bladder problems? No no no. I want another one wot doesn't have 'orrible health problems attached to it.
Murdoc: Yer a horrible health problem. A PEA, AS IN A PEA!
2D: I heard yah the first time! (Murdoc stands and leaves the room for a moment. Coming back with a bag of frozen peas)
Murdoc: (chucks the bag at his head) A PEA! (2D looks at the bag)
2D: Oh... Sorry.
Murdoc: Idiot. Anyway, there was once this dumb arsed prince. Kind'a like this dolt here.
2D: Aww, fanks Muds
All good things...It took a few weeks for things to settle down again in Kong. Russel had finally stopped grumbling at 2D about his stuff every time he either passed, or saw the young man. For 2D to stop flinching like he'd been punched in the arm every time Russel entered the room. Murdoc had even stopped smiling about how it had all worked out for him in the end. Noodle, well she was far too busy being Noodle to of even noticed there was a problem with any of her fellow band members in the first place. Murdoc makes his way to the guitar room, to try out a new piece of music he'd been writing recently. He takes his old battered note book and places it down on the stand in front of him, then picks up one of his numerous Bass guitars from the corner of the room and sits down. Turning the pages in his book to the piece of music, he stops for a moment at the plan he'd made to get Russel and 2D back for disrespecting him. He scans over it and chuckles quietly to himself, before turning the pages again to thAll good things... in Fan Fiction More Like This
It's not all, that bad.Noodle is fast asleep in her bed, and Russel, 2D and Murdoc, are in the kitchen, with the lights down low, talking in hushed voices. Russel pushes his chair back from the table, and stands, looking over at the other two, with a calm smile.It's not all, that bad. in Fan Fiction More Like This
So, it's decided den, right? He remarks, looking from one to the other, and back again. 2D grins and nods, standing himself, and joining the large man, on his side of the table. Both of them turn and look at a silent Murdoc, waiting for his response. The Bassist sits slumped in his chair, legs out straight in front of him, ankles crossed, and arms folded tightly over his chest. His eyes slit, they glimmer brightly in the dim light of the kitchen, as he slowly turns his head to look over at the two men, standing silently before him.
Now waaaaaait a minute. He drawls, gritting his shark-like teeth and breathing out sharply, making a low hissing sound. What the fuck, makes you two think...? He snarls, but is cut off q