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       You were sitting by your window, daydreaming as usual with your headphones on. It was one of those days where you wanted to be alone; blocking out the outside world. Your imagination was better anyways. You look out your window, you see that the streets and land had been covered in white. Great, it had snowed. You sighed and shivered a bit as you closed your blinds. You hated snow, it was so cold and wet. . Sure, it was beautiful to look at. . but you hated moving around in it. This must have been why you thought it'd be best to stay inside today. You sigh, slumping down on your bed. It was obvious that you were awfully bored, maybe even lonely. You now wished that somebody, anybody would come and talk to you.

What seemed like a  few minutes later, you must have drifted back into a daydream. . . because the next thing you heard was your mother shaking you, telling you to wake up. You groaned, not wanting to get up. "What is it mum?" You ask her tiredly, rubbing your eyes.

"Your father and I have a Christmas party to attend tonight. We need the driveway cleared so we can get the car out of the garage. Would you be a dear and go shovel the snow?"

Oh boy. . You wanted somebody to talk to you, but you definitely didn't want to go outside in the cold to shovel snow. "What's in it for me?" You ask your mother, looking up at her.

"An allowance." She laughs a bit. "Now hop to it. Your father and I need to be out of here in a few hours." She glanced at you one last time before walking out of your room, shutting the door behind her.

Wow, she actually shut the door for once. You laughed on the insides to yourself as you slipped on your winter coat, boots, hat, and gloves. You didn't want to get cold, right? Right. You looked at yourself in the mirror quickly before leaving your bedroom and heading outside.

When you walked outside, it brought a chill down your spine. You realized how cold it actually was. "Brr.." You mumble under your breath, trying to keep your teeth from chattering. "Now where's that shovel.." You look around and find it up against the garage door, poking out of the snow like a sore thumb. You had to make your way through several feet of snow. Oh, how fun this was going to be to clean up. You grabbed the shovel and began to get to work.

"Heave... Ho!" Pause. "Heave... Ho!" You started to hear in the back of your mind as you continuously scooped up snow and tossed it all into a huge pile by the street curve. The voice didn't sound familiar, but it did sound real. It sounded like a teenage boy's voice. "What the Hell.." You mumble, looking around yourself. Nobody was there. Were you hearing things? "I must be crazy.." You look down at the ground, kicking the snow that was sticking to your boots.

"Hey! Careful with the snow!" You hear a voice shout at you in an annoyed tone.

Okay, you were crazy. What was this voice you kept hearing? "Who's out there?" You call out, gripping the handle of the snow shovel.  "Please tell me I'm not crazy.." You muttered.

Within a few seconds, the same voice responded. It seemed like it was close to you. "Seriously? I made that snow, you should be thankful for it. Not throwing it all around and into the street."

You jump slightly. Who the hell were you speaking with? Were you dreaming? Caught in a daydream of some sort? You couldn't be speaking to strange voices, that was insane. You were never the type of person to talk to random strangers; especially ones who weren't visible. "What... What's your name?" You reply, trying not to hesitate to the voice.

"The name's Jack; Jack Frost. You know, Spirit of Winter?"

You blink. You had heard that name normally around Christmas. Your family and friends would always say something about 'Jack Frost nipping at your nose'. This was even crazier. Were you seriously speaking with Jack Frost? I mean, you couldn't even see him. It was only a voice. "Where.. are you?" You ask, looking around curiously.

Jack laughed. "I'm right in front of your eyes. Maybe you should open them, unless you're blind."

You fluttered your eyes a bit, thinking about the winter spirit appearing in front of you. It wasn't working. Were you doing something wrong? "I.. I still can't see you." You admit.

Jack sighed lightly. "Do you believe in me? You have to believe to see." His voice sounded a bit saddened. Did you believe? Your parents had told you years ago that Santa, the Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, Sandman, etc, were all fake. They had never said anything about Jack Frost being real or not though. This was starting to get slightly freaky. . . but interesting.

"I believe in you." You say with a soft smile, looking around once more.

That must have done the trick, because the next thing you knew. . thee Jack Frost was floating upside down, right in front of your face. He had a blue hoodie that had frost on it in occasional places. His blue eyes looking into your _____ colored eyes and his white hair, flowing down. You blushed from the closeness, looking right at him in awe. He was real. You quickly rubbed your eyes to see if it was your imagination messing with your head. It must not have been, because no matter what you did, Jack stayed.
"Wow.. This.. This is amazing!" You say happily, smiling at him excitedly.

He smirked, seeming to like your reaction to him. "Now that's more like it. But I gotta ask.. Why are you tossing my snow around?.. I work hard to make that you know. Why don't you play in it like the other kids?" He looked out and across the street. A couple of children were outside playing in the snow. You weren't exactly a 'kid' anymore. You laughed.

"I hate to admit it, but I don't like snow..." You admitted.

Jack looked at you like you were crazy. "What!?" He flew in front of you, facing you. "That's crazy."

You shrugged. "Not really.. It's cold.. and wet.." You bite your lip, hoping not to offend the Winter Spirit.

He frowned. "So? It's fun to play around in." He threw a snowball unexpectedly at your shoulder, his frown changing into an innocent smirk. You couldn't help but giggle, he looked really adorable with that smirk lighting up his face. "Hmm.. Maybe a little fun couldn't hurt." You grin, balling up some snow into the palm of your glove.

"Now that's more like it!" Jack's smirk changed into a look of determination. "But I'll warn you... I'm the master of snowball fights! Nobody can beat me." Within a few seconds, snowballs were being pelted at every inch of your body.

"Hey! No fair!" You shout, laughter mixed in with your voice. You run through the snow, balling up as many snowballs as you can, throwing them at Jack. Some of them miss and some of them he dodges. He was really skilled at this. You could tell he had been playing it for quite some time. By the time you both had finished your game of snowball fight, your winter coat was covered in white, your gloves were soaked from the snow; as well as your boots. You were laughing so much, having a lot of fun. You hadn't felt this way in a long time. Jack seemed to be having just as much fun. When you were just about to fall backwards into the snow, your mother opened the door in the garage.

"Shit.." You curse under your breath, you had gotten so caught up with Jack that you hadn't finished shoveling the driveway. "Jack, I'll be back!" You quickly called out to him, rushing to your mother at the door. How long had it been since you had come outside? There was no telling how much time you had left before your parents had to leave for their party.

When you stepped up to the door, you looked up at your mother who was carrying a tray with a cup of hot cocoa inside. They looked so warm and delicious. "Mm.." You smelled the fragrance that left the cup and released into the cold air. You could really go for a cup of that cocoa, it was still pretty cold outside. "Hey mum." You say, greeting her. She looks at you then out at the unfinished driveway and sighs. "_____, You didn't finish the driveway." She sounded slightly disappointed.

"I know, I'm sorry.. I'll hurry and finish.." You look down at your boots, not wanting to meet your mothers eyes. You felt like Jack was watching you, but there was no way that your mother could see him. She was an adult. . . Why would she believe in Jack Frost? Your mother sighed. "No, no.." She must have noticed how messy your winter apparel had gotten, because she brought you into the house and made you drink the hot cocoa she had made for you.

"Thanks mum.." You said quietly to her, a small smile on your face. You really were thankful for the warmth, but you also wanted to hurry and get back outside to see Jack. You hoped he wouldn't leave. . . It was nice to have somebody to hang out with.

Your mother watched you sip your cocoa and hugged you quickly before going back upstairs to her room to prepare for the party. You sighed in slight relief, you were alone again. What would your mother do if she knew you were hanging out with the Winter Spirit? or your father? You hadn't seen him all day, but you knew he was protective when it came to boys. You gulped slightly. . . Woah, did you just have a thought about dating Jack Frost? This was for sure the most crazy thought you had all day. No, no, no. You needed to get this thought out of your head right away. You quickly finished your hot cocoa before rushing back outside to the driveway.


When you got back outside, Jack wasn't there. You frowned, yearning for his presence. Where had he gone? Would you see him again? You walked out of the garage. . . When you reached the driveway, you realized that all the snow was gone. "What the.." You say in awe once again. Had Jack cleaned everything up for you? Wow, he was amazing. And he did it so quick too. How would you explain this to mum if she asked? Hopefully she or your father hadn't peeked out of the window while Jack was cleaning up the snow.

"I can't believe he cleaned it up for me.." You say to yourself, a warm smile slipping onto your face. There was something about Jack that made you think. . Oh no, not those thoughts again. . Not those romantic thoughts about actually having a romance with the Winter Spirit, Jack Overland Frost. Would it even be possible? Were you his type of girl? Maybe he wasn't even into dating, period. You sighed, walking back inside. You walked upstairs and into your room, removing your winter clothing. You were soaked to the bone in snow, even with the winter coat on, it hadn't protected your skin from getting wet. If you were outside in the snow any longer you may have gotten frostbite. "Yikes..." You mumble, changing into new fresh clothing. These were your lazy clothes; sweatpants and a tank top.

You finished changing, then decided to go tell your parents you were all done with the driveway. They were currently in the middle of a kiss when you walked into their bedroom. You laughed, this got their attention.

"Hey _____ , did you finish the driveway?" Your mother asked, smiling. Your father also smiled, waving to you since this was the first time you saw him today.

You waved back to your father and returned the smile. "Yup, I'm all done."

"That was awfully quick.." Your mother chuckled. "I knew I could trust you with the job." She walked over to you, handing you a crisp, 20 dollar bill. "It's all yours, you earned it."

You take the money and put it in your pocket. "Thanks mom, thanks dad." You hug your mom and your dad joins in. They were both dressed up in formal clothing and you were in 'lazy' clothes. This felt a bit strange, but you loved your family. "I hope you both have fun tonight." You gave them a warm smile. They smiled back. "We will." They replied in unison.

"You better behave yourself.." Your father tells you, poking your forehead. "And no boys."

You did your best not to gulp. What if you saw Jack again tonight? There was absolutely no way you would ignore him. "I understand, besides.. it's not like I have a boyfriend." You stuck your tongue at him, your hair flipping out of your face as you turned around to go to the door.

Your parents laughed. "We trust you, if you need us.. Give us a call. You know the number." They hugged you one last time before walking outside and getting into the family truck. You watched them go from a window. You then laid down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. You really, really, really, wanted to see Jack again. Where was he?.. Would he come back? These questions repeated through your head constantly. Eventually, you must have gotten tired. . because you fell asleep around 8 PM.

Around midnight, you started to awaken. There was something knocking at your window. You tensed up, feeling afraid at first. You then realized it might be Jack. You let out a sigh that was mixed with a slightly frightened shiver as you opened your blinds and looked out the window. When you opened the blinds, Jack was floating in front of your window. He must have been tapping on it with his fingers. You sighed in relief, grateful it was Jack and not some creeper. You smiled at Jack and opened your window, the cool breeze flowing into your room as you did so. "Hey Jack." You say, still smiling.

Jack smiles back at you. "What's up?" He asks.

You laugh. "I was asleep..."

"I woke you?" He bit his lip.

You nod. "Mhm.. but it's fine, I fell asleep earlier than I expected to."

He tilted his head at you. "I saw your parents leave... Are you home alone?"

You nod again, wondering why Jack would ask this. You then remember what your father said about 'no boys'. You shook off the feeling and replied to Jack. "Yeah, I am."

Jack grins. "Care to come with me for a while? I swear you'll be back within a few hours."

You immediately felt excited. "I'd love to come along." You say standing up, stretching.

Jack continues to grin, floating under your legs. He places you on his back and you  instinctively cling to his back. Jack seemed to be happy to be carrying you. "I'm going to take you for a fly."

You were slightly afraid, especially because you dreaded heights. Jack would keep you safe though, right? He wouldn't drop you. "Sounds like fun! Bring it." You say with a grin, trying not to show your fear. It must have worked, because Jack didn't seem to notice at all. He flew out the window, closing it behind him before the two of you were soaring high in the air. It was chilly outside, you stayed clung to Jack's back. He was awfully cold, but you swore to yourself that you wouldn't let go. "This is amazing.." You say, watching the beautiful night sky go by as the two of you soared throughout the moonlight.

"Isn't it?" Jack replies, his blue eyes seeming to sparkle in the moonlight. "I love flying out here at night, it's really peaceful.." His voice seemed at ease; calm. This made you smile. Jack made you smile in general. There was something about being around him that made you feel. . . right. You may have just met today, but there was something about him that made you crazy; and not a bad crazy. . . a good crazy.

"Jack... I-I have to thank you for this.. It's really been a wonderful day." You cuddle into his back tightly, he floats down to the ground and stops by a lake. The lake was frozen, the moonlight seemed to make it sparkle. It reminded you of Jack's crystal-like eyes. Jack smiles softly at you, sitting you both down by the lake. "It's been fun.. hasn't it?" He replies, looking at you.

You nod, you couldn't help but blush at the smile he was giving you. "It really has.." You reply softly, looking back into his eyes.

Jack scoots in closer to you, his forehead up against your own. He kept his eyes locked on you as he did so. "You know.. I've been hanging around your place for a while.." He admitted.

"Y-You have?" You blinked, blushing a bit more. How long had Jack been watching you like this?

"Mhm.. But you never saw me.." He sighed lightly.

       You started to feel bad. How couldn't you notice him? He was so kind to you, fun to be around, and you wouldn't admit it yet. . . but he was loving as well. "I'm sorry for that... I don't see how I couldn't have.." You kept your eyes locked on his, gazing down slightly before meeting his gaze again. "You're amazing Jack... you really are.." You felt something cold gently grab hold of your own hand. It was Jack's hand. His cold, winter-fresh breath was brushing against your lips. Were you about to kiss? "I don't know how I could have gone without believing you all those years... but now.. I know that I do." You hoped that would clear part of your guilt up and make him feel a bit better. Jack smiled, his eyes seeming to whisper a million different loveable words. "Well.. that's true.. but what's really believable is you." His lips were now about an inch away from yours, you were speechless. Jack Frost had just told you that you were believable. You never thought that anybody on this Earth would ever tell you this; but the Spirit of Winter just had. . and he was sitting right in front of you, your lips now sinking into each others. He had his hands cupped around your reddened face, both from the cold and his touch. You wrapped your arms around his neck gently, kissing him back lovingly. It seemed like neither of you wanted to stop the kiss, like time had frozen and come to a complete stop. . . . . Within about 10 seconds, your lips finally parted. You both looked at each other; Jack's face was a flushed pink. . but yours. . it was blue. Jack's eyes widened at the sight of your skin-color. "Oh no.." He quickly scrambled to his feet, picking you up into his arms. You had just realized how cold you actually were. . and that you didn't have any of your winter clothing on.

"J-Jack.." You mumbled quietly, your eyes fluttering shut. You felt his cold body up against your own. He couldn't help it though, he had to get you home before you had the chance to grow violently ill. "D-Don't worry! I'm going to get you home. . and fast." He replied to you, he tried not to sound worried. Gosh, he could be so careless sometimes. He hated it. He wanted to slap himself a thousand times. What would happen if you got sick? It would be all his fault. He quickly flew you home, opening the window and flying into your bedroom. He tucked you under your blankets on your bed, hoping you would warm up quickly. You shivered, getting comfortable under the blankets that brought sudden warmth. But where was Jack? He didn't leave again, did he? You shivered again, not from the cold. . but from the fear that you might have just lost Jack. What if he felt so terrible for being careless that he tried to stay away from you? No, that couldn't happen. You wouldn't let it happen. . You were now completely convinced that you were in love with Jack Frost. But the question was. . . Was he in love with you as well?

Your eyes felt heavy, you were exhausted. But you couldn't fall asleep just yet. "J-Jack... Jack!" You called out, sitting up in your bed. You looked all around your room, but all you found was complete darkness. Jack was gone. . .


The next morning, you awoke around 9:30 AM. Your parents would be home around 11 AM. You sat up in your bed, rubbing your eyes sleepily. You suddenly remembered Jack. "Jack.." You mumbled, hugging yourself. You felt like crying. "Please Jack.. come back.. I know you didn't mean to bring me out in the cold like that.." You sniffle, your nose feeling runny. It was obvious you were now sick from the night before events. You then decide to check your window for any sign of him. When you open the blinds, you find on the window sill that a message was written in frost. It read: "I love you, I'll see you soon. -Jack"

You start to tear up. Jack was real. . and he did love you. He would be back. You smiled through your tears, lifting up a finger and writing beneath Jack's writing . . "I love you, too. I'll be waiting~- ____"

UPDATE: This Fan Fiction is SUPPOSED to be continued. But probably won't be done or bothered with for awhile if I chose to add like I've said to some people. It's more of a one-shot type story. I apologize for the inconvenience.. I wish it could be finished but sadly I have lost the Jack Frost fan-girl phase. Don't get me wrong, I love Jack's character. He's sweet, brave, and attractive. What else could any woman? (or man) want? :heart: Again.. Sorry a million times infinity times. I hope you wonderful people can understand. :hug: (Yes, I'm bad at explaining things. There is a very SMALL.. chance it will be finished. Just don't get your hopes up to far.)

Hello everyone~! I'm not sure if you noticed, but I've become quite a fanatic for Jack Frost from Rise of the Guardians :iconblushplz: I went and saw the movie with my best friend, :icons-127: and my little sister, :iconfinnsfangirl12: . It was truly an amazing movie and I absolutely loved Jack's story and the entire movie story-line. If you haven't seen it, I suggest you see it before it leaves the theater.


Anyways~ This is a Jack Frost x Reader oneshot that I decided to write last night. I figured, what the hell? I haven't wrote in awhile. So wala~ "Frozen" was born. :XD: I hope you can enjoy it, I worked about an hour or two on it.

Also, you are not allowed to use this writing. I believe that some people have been stealing my work and using it as their own. I highly do not appreciate that. I don't mind if you download it to put it on your computer... or iPod.. whatever to read later, but please.. do not steal my work.

The Picture came from Google images, I simply added the text.


EDIT: I am pleased to say that this fan fiction of mine has become quite popular. I honestly did not expect this much attention from it! (': I think this is amazing how I actually made the front page (from what people are telling me, I did). I never thought I could do something like that... ^^; I would like to thank everybody who read the story, commented, favorited, and have been giving me advice :heart: . Also, I know I have some spelling errors in here.. and some people have been ratting me out/flaming about it, please don't do that >___< I know some of it's just critics but if I wanted criticism I would have requested a critic XD. ANOTHER EDIT: I have fixed the spellings errors recently, thanks to this site. [link] I'm sorry to those of you who had to read with the some of the bad grammar ^^;

Last thing, I have been getting TONS of requests for a sequel to this. I have thought about it and I believe that I will be writing one soon as possible! :meow: oh yeah and.. some people have been asking to use this story and make artwork out of it. Go right ahead! :D But be sure to credit my story with a link in the description and tell me that you are doing so.

Again, thank you everybody! :heart:
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*Ocean princess by Two steps From Hell is being played*

Every season is special by it's self...

*Showing a tree changing by the seasons*

But did you know

That even seasons need a guardian?

*Music gets more dramatic, showing the scene of Hiccup, Jack, Merida and Rapunzel becoming immortals*

This spring

The scenes of Hiccup searching for the Night Fury, Merida following the Wisps, Jack looking at the Moon and Rapunzel getting her memories.

They all had something special inside

-Give me another chance... - Jack whispered while trying to swim back to the surface of the frozen lake.

-... what once was mine. - Rapunzel singed while making mother Gothel younger.

Merida is hitting the third target on the contest for her hand.

-Everything we know about you guys is wrong. - Hiccup said while patting the Terrible Terror.

They have been chosen among the rest

The scene of Merida fighting Mor'du, Jack standing in the crowd.

They have to unite

-Lemme guess... Fall? - Jack asked Hiccup
-Yeah. I'm guessing you're Winter, huh? - He asked.

To protect our world

-Once-ler is going to destroy the course of nature, and than the entire human race. - Anointed One said. Four new guardians looked at eachother.
-You need to stop him. -

Breace yourself for the brand new adventure

-Are you ready? - Hiccup asked while presentig his sword, Toothless by his side, Jack presented his staff, Merida her bow with Angus standing next to her, and Rapunzel presented her frying pan, with Pascal on her shoulder. Everybody looked at her pan.
-What? - She asked.

*music becomes faster*

Jack and Hiccup are fighting with Once-ler's army. Jack is shooting ice with his staff, while Hiccup is fighting on the ground with his sword. Toothless is spitting fire at them.
Merida is standing on the cliff, shooting arrows while Rapunzel is using her hair as a rope and hitting the Once-ler's army with her frying pan.

-We can do this! - Merida said while hitting her palm with her fist. Jack gave her annoyed look, even though he was blushing.
-Oh really? Look at us, Merida! A rebellious princess, a girl who has never left her house, and a fish-bony Viking. -
-That fish-bony Viking also has a dragon for a friend, in case you didn't noticed, frost-bite. - Hiccup growled while getting face to face with Jack.

The scene of a battle field. Once-ler is sitting on his huge black horse, mavis Dracula levitating by him. They are both looking at the army.

-We stand togethar. - The guardians are standing next to eachother across the enemy army.

Nothing is what it seems

-Are we really gonna do this? - Rapuzel asked. Hiccup gently took her hand.
-We're Guardians. It's occupational hazard. -

They will never give up

Hiccup is standing on flying Toothless and fighting the enemies. Jack is making a huge blizzard in the direction of the enemy. Merida is riding Angus while shooting more arrows and using her hair that turned into fire as a shot gun. Rapunzel is waking the plants with her hair and they are crushing the enemies. Dragons that Hiccup called are also attacking the enemies.

-You can't kill the mistaken mind of humanity, Guardians. - Once-ler scowled.
-We can't. But we can stop you from killing them. - Jack said.

More speeded up scenes

-I bet I can destroy more soldiers than you, fish-bone. -
-Keep dreaming, frost-bite. -

Guardians of Seasons
Coming soon
In 3D
Production by ZeldaGirl4287 and AURURAMOONLIGHT
Finally it's done! The trailer for the Guardians of Seasons! I hope somebody could make a video or something, cause I don't know how, I don't have enough materials.

The story is from ZeldaGirl4287, I'm just doing pics and this trailer. Hey ZG4287, what do you think?
And listen to the song, it's awesome. [link]
Tariler is on youtube:[link] by KatnipEvergreen. I love you
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You sat at your desk facing your computer,(eye c) eyes scanning web pages for something that maybe, just maybe, might put you in a good mood.
You brush your (hair c) bangs out of your eyes and rest your face on your hand, sighing all the while.
Your day had been going great up until now. In the morning your dad made you breasfast consisting of (various foods), and in the afternoon you went to see a movie with your friend (___).
You smile to yourself, knowing you are alone, and, quietly, you mutter out loud
" if only life were really like that..."
Another sigh.
"if only life was just like in the movie-"

But before you could complete your sentence, your dad's voice, which was quite loud boomed through the house;He was yelling at the tv. He was louder than usual, due to the fact that he was drunk once again.
You hated when he was like this, and went out of your way to avoid him at all costs.
All was quiet again, but you waited a moment before you continued.
"if only somebody,or... anybody...could take me away from here..."
Choking back a cry, you pause, and curl into a ball, arms wrapped around your legs.
"But...nothing like that exists in this world. Nothing ever has. Nothing ever will..."

Your head jerks up as you are interupted by your dad once again. He and your mom have gotten into a fight. You shudder, thinking about what happened the last time they fought.
Your (eye c) orbs roam around the room as your head slowly turns around. They study the window for a moment, then move to your (coat c) jacket hanging on the hook next to your bedroom door.

Rising slowly from your chair with your (hair c) trailing behind you, you step slowly towards the jacket, as the floorboards below you will reveal to anyone downstairs that you are hiding up in your room.
Hearing a loud THUMP from downstairs, you flinch, and quickly snatch the jacket from it's hook and bolt out of your room towards the stairs. As you run down the stairs, you are alarmed by more screams coming from down the hall, and you decide to skip a few steps as you run down them, twisting your foot as you land.
"AHH!" you shriek. "dammit'"....You place a hand on your leg to cradle it.
But you ignore your pain as you hear yet another "THUMP" from your living room, and quickly limp towards your (shoes c) shoes, slip them on- not even bothering to tie the laces- and bolt out the door to the outside.

Limping down your street, you hiss as you come in contact with the wind.
"I forgot how cold it was...this jacket wont do anything for me...and i'm still wearing my pjs too..."
Another gust of wind rushes against your back and up your jacket, chilling you to the bone.
"Oh my god..." you think, "It's so cold, i have to go back...I'll freeze if i dont"
But just before you are about to turn around, another gust of wind, stronger then the last two combined, comes from behind you, and pushes you forward.
Startled and thrown off balance, you pause, but the wind continues.
"You want me to go!?" you mutter, "Fine! I'll go!..stupid wind"
But then it hits you.
"Where...Where am i going?"
You pause, fighting the wind, and look at the darkness around you.
"I can't go to someones house...They would send me back home, and Grandma and Grandpa are an hour away..."
As you look up,(eye c) eyes tearing from the wind, you remember something.
"The park...i'll go to the park! It's only down the one ever goes there at night. I'll be safe"

As you near the park you observe your surroundings.
To your left there are benches, and to your right there is an old steel jungle gym and a squeaky swing set. Your (eye c) orbs scope your surroundings.
No one.
As you breath a sigh of relief, you slowly limp towards the jungle gym, and up the slippey steps until you reach the top platform.
Sighing, you limp towards the railing, grasp it, and look up to the sky.
"I can almost see the moon tonight" you whispered to yourself.
You look down and gaze at your hands,now numb from the cold.
"Heh...the moon. The man in the moon. I wonder if.."
You pause, and look around you once more, and proceed to slowly raise your head to the

"Can.." you started. "Can...Can anyone hear me?"
For all but the sound of the tree's creaking together from the wind, there was not a sound.
"I'm such an idiot" you thought. "I can't believe i'm talking to the moon". You look up once more, and furl your eyebrows.
"As if! As if anyone would answer! As if anyone...or anything would help me...!"
You sigh. "Look...if..if anything really listening to me, can you give me a sign? Anything...?"

After a moment of silence, you are about to turn around when suddenly an abrupt, enormous gust of wind comes forth, practically knocking you over.
"Oh my god... what was that", you say as you begin to stand up.

" 'That a decent sign for you"?

You stop in your tracks, not moving a muscle. Only your breathing and heartbeat can be heard.
" someone there?

A pause.

"You can hear me?". The voice called from behind

"Of course i can hear you!" you say

"You can actually hear me!?". It was now in front of you.

Scared, and still looking down, you begin to shudder.

"Tell me who you are!" you say, still not looking up.

"You wouldnt believe me if i told you" It said with a chuckle.

"Try me" you said, perfectly still.

"Why dont you stand up?" It was closer now. "And look at me?"

You pause.

"You won't hurt me...?"

It chuckled in a sultury way, "Why would i ever hurt you?"

Blushing a crimson red, you begin to rise.

"Talking to me that way...Just who the heck do you think you-"

But before you could finish your sentence you were met with icy blue eyes, just inches from your face"

"are..." You let out a shriek and fall onto your butt.

And just as he was inches away from your face, with a single blink of your (eye c) eyes, he was on the other side of the jungle gym, crouching on a railing, a knarled staff in hand. Looking straight at you, he smirkes, and lets out a laugh.

Already crimson red from before, your face was now red due to your anger.

"What are you laughing at!?" He continues laughing.

"Your..your face! When you saw me!"

You're eyebrows curl with anger.

"Well what was i supposed to do when a stranger magically appears, POOF, out of nowhere and stares straight in my face without any warning!?"

"I gave you warning", he said as he looked at his staff, twirling it in his hand.

Scoffing, you begin to stand and reach for the railing to steady yourself.

"Warning my foot! Just what exactly to do to warn me tha-", as you began to walk, the pain in your foot once again became apparent as you fell forward, but did not hit the ground as you were steadied by two cold hands grasping your shoulders.

"I did give you a warning, or a "sign" as you put it", he said as he stared straight into your (eye c) eyes with his icy blue.

Now that he was this close to you, you could now take in his appearance.
You studied his eyes, the colour of ice, as he stared into yours. His skin was as pale as snow, and so was his hair. The blue hoodie he wore was snaked with ice, and so were his brown pants which were torn on the bottoms. As you looked down, you noticed that his feet were bare, and not red with cold as they should be.

"I sent the wind" ,he said softly, as if the loudness of his voice would startle you more than you already were.

You looked up into his face once again, no longer with anger but with confusion.

"The wind?" you whispered. "Who are you?"

He sighed, "like i said, you wouldnt believe me if i told you"

"Just tell me!" you said, taking his icy hands off your shoulders. "Who are you exactly? Why do you have white hair, and...why are you barefoot in this cold!?"

He chuckled as he looked into your eyes, jumped down from the railing and came closer so you were once again only inches apart- making you blush.

He lowered his eye lids. "You really want to know?"

You stared straight into his, "Yes! Tell me before i call the police!"

He cocked his head and smirked, twirling the stick in his hand. "Do you really want to call the police on Jack Frost?"

For a moment you were silent, before moving closer, looking angrily into his eyes.
"Jack Frost? Is this some kind of sick joke you like to play? Jack frost doesn't exist! You're just a freak!"

For a moment you thought you saw a flicker of sadness in his eyes as he looked into your (eye c) orbs, resting a hand on your right shoulder
"I am Jack Frost"

You were getting impatient with the boy.
"Alright, mr "Jack Frost", if you are really who you say you are, prove it"

He looked at you, raising an eyebrow. "The wind wasn't enough for you?"

You crossed an arm, "nope"

Jack smirked, guesturing his dead toward youur right shoulder.
"Then is the frost on your shoulder enough?"

Confused, you looked down to your shoulder where his hand lay, only to find that there was frost creeping onto your body.

Shocked, you let out a loud shriek, pushed his hand away, and backed up towards the railing, trying your best to wipe the frost off with your opposite hand, pleased when it began to melt.

Looking back up to the boy, who now had a sly smirk on his lips, you could only gaze at him with your mouth gawked open in awe.

He stepped closer with his eyelids lowered, a smile on his face, placing his cold hand on your head.
"Do you believe me now?"
You were silent, unsure of what you just witnessed. You could process what was going through your mind. He made ice.

He suddenly began to look you over, looking back and forth to the hand that was steadying your body from falling, to your slightly elevated foot.
Looking back up to your face, eyes filled with concern, he asked, "Did i hurt you?"

Keeping your wide eyes on his, you shook your head.

He looked back to your foot, quietly murmering to himself before placing two icy gold hands, one gracing the back of your thigh, the other on your back, and lifted you into his arms. Before you knew what was happening, he lowered himself and you to the ground of the platform on which you stood and sat cross legged- placing you on his lap.

Dumfounded and attempting to hide the blush that was creeping onto your face, you attempted to wriggle out of his lap, before he placed a hand on your stomach to stop you.
"Don't worry" he said, looking into your eyes. "I dont bite...always", he said with a wink and a smile.

Your face turned as red as a cherry as you heard his comment, and he chuckled.

Looking back at your foot, and back to your eyes, he asked "May i look at it?"

Your heart was beating faster than usual at this point. You had never been this close to a boy before. Before hiding your face in your jacket, you muttered a "sure.."

Noticing how embarassed and nervous you were, he chuckled, saying "Don't worry, i'll be gentle".
As he began to slip off your shoe with his icy fingers, he looked up at you with raised eyebrows.
"Someone doesn't know how to tie their laces"
You looked up from your jacket.
"Someone doesn't know how to put shoes on"

Smirking, he continued to pull off your shoe. "I don't need shoes", he said.
You rolled your eyes.

As he pulled your shoe off along with your sock, he began to raise the bottoms of your pj's, soaked from the damp of the night, and examined your swollen ankle.

You winced as his cold fingeres prodded your flesh, to which he stopped and looked up at you.
"How did this happen?" He asked.

Sighing, you told him what happened only a little while ago.

He looked into your eyes and smirked. "So thats why you ran from your house"

He must have noticed the perplexed look on your face as he smiled and explained.
"I was near your house...Not watching you, but i saw you run out limping. I wondered what had happened so i followed you"

You were silent, not knowing what to say.

He looked down at your leg once again and placed a hand, as light as a feather on your ankle.
"Oh, by the way, we werent properly introduced. What's your name?"

Blushing slightly, you looked at him and said "(f n/l n).

He smiled,"Okay (name), hold still for me, and don't move a muscle in this leg of yours."
Not waiting for you to answer, he immidietly pressed his hand down on your ankle. It made you want to cry out and you grasped his shoulder, but before the pain became too intense, blue light began to glow from his hand and your ankle was overcome with a pleasing cooling sensation, and as he moved his hand away you noticed the swelling was gone, and so was the pain in your ankle.

"Oh my god..." You uttered while placing your hand on your ankle. " really are him! You're Jack Frost!"

He laughed as he looked into your eyes with a toothy smile, "The one and only"

You could not hold back your excitement and you wrapped both arms around his neck, a laugh escaping from your mouth. He paused for a minute before cautiously placing his hands around your waist, resting his head on your neck.
"You're...welcome (name)". You could tell he was blushing by the tone in his voice.

Suddenly you felt his hands tighten around your waist, and he lifted you into a standing position.
"So (name), now that you believe who i am, 'wanna go have some fun before i have to take you home?"

"Fun? What kind of fun?"

He smirked, came closer and placed a hand on your lower back.
"This kind of fun"

Before you realized what was going on, Jack lifted you into his arms, pressing you to his chest, and soared into the sky with you.

You wrapped your arms around him as tight as you possible could.
"J-Jack!...W-What are you d-doing!?"

He giggled and did a series of loops in the air.
"We're having some fun!"

"F-F-Fun?!" you exclaimed, "H-How is this possible!?" You continued to press your head into his chest, unwilling to look below you.

He wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer.
"I make it possible. Just open your eyes,(name)"

You were hesitant, but the soothing sound of his voice calmed you.
Slowly, you lifted your head from his chest and looked down.
It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. Below you stretched millions of glowing lights the size of ants, and the jungle gym you were on only a few seconds ago.
You couldnt believe your eyes.
"This is amazing..."
The things you were seeing seemed unreal to you.
You rested your head upon his chest, never wanting to let go.
"You're amazing..."
Jack placed a kiss on your head.

For what seemed like an eternity, you and Jack flew upon the wind side by side. Unfortunately it all had to be taken to an end as you needed to get home before the sun rose.
You and Jack floated down to your window, and after he opened it, placed you inside your room.
"Jack that was the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me..."
Jack gave out a small laugh, a small blush appearing on his face as he leaned against his staff.
Before jack could say anything, you embraced him and nuzzled into his chest. He wrapped his cold hands around your waist and snuggled into your neck.

"Please don't go Jack", you whispered.

He sighed. "I have to, (name)"

You looked up, "But i don't want you to go! I have so many questions to ask you!"

He separated from your embrace and placing one hand on your shoulder, the other on your chin- and then he kissed you.

"This won't be our last meeting"

Your face turned a crimson red from the cool, minty sensation that graced your lips.

"But...when will i see you again?" You stepped towards him.

He smirked, grasped his staff in his hand and leaped into your window sill.

"Sooner then you think"

And with that, he leaped form your window, and was gone.

You ran to your window to see his form disapear into the night sky, but all you could see was the snow falling from the sky.

You sighed.
"Sooner then you think, huh?"

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I watched Rise of the Guardians yesterday, and i loved it!

And yes...i'm fangirling over Jack. He's just so damn sexy.

Anyways this is my first time doing this kind of thing. I hope i did okay.
.....I hopei captured Jacks personality

.....I hope i pleased the jack fangirls XD

So if you would be so kind to leave a comment, that would be great. I would really appreciate it if someone would give me advice on how to make this better as well.


Oh, and did i mention i'm not done it yet? Nope.
If people like it i'll do a second one :)

~Thanks so much for all the faves and comments everyone. This really means alot to me :').
I've had such a crappy day...seeing the response i have gotten really put me in a better mood.
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I'm cold… and alone. Only one person, one thing, one small voice was uttered to me in the past hundred years. I know who it is, I do. I can go in to towns and float about my own business wondering, why? Why can no one see me? Why can no one hear me? I try to walk out in front of things like cannon fire to see if something would end this torment, but no, the metal spheres just pass right through me like I was never there. I feel a bit of it, yes, but it doesn't hurt. Just a breeze.

Who am I?

My name is Jack Frost.

The moon has been the only one to actually talk to me. He only did it once, though. He told me my name. That was it, and every time I tried to talk to him, I get silence. I've raced around the world, trying to get to higher points to see if that would help. The North Pole. Mount Everest. Mount Kilimanjaro. Human structures. I've shouted at the sky, night and day, sun and moon, thinking the sun would talk to me, too.

I get nothing from them.

Where am I now? I'm back where it started, one hundred years ago.

Sitting in the middle of the frozen lake where it all began, I pull my legs against my chest, staff in hand, I look down at the frozen surface. A gentle snowfall was in the area, one that I created to cover up the sky; I didn't want to see the moon tonight, or any other night. The snowfall reflected on how I felt. I tried to curve my loneliness with doing mischievous things; large, full-scale blizzards, destroying homes and families that I've gotten over being jealous of, to the smallest thing of a peaceful, relaxing fall of snow itself. I had done it all in learning my powers. When it snowed, slowly, I was sad. When I made a blizzard, I was angry.

Now? I'm sad.

The lake I was sitting on wasn't bothering me with how cold it was. I couldn't see my reflection on the ice I'm staring at because of the frost that was covering it, but I already knew how I looked; white, unkempt hair, blue eyes, pale skin, dark circles around my eyes. I was wearing a small brown cloak with a brown vest under that, which had a white, long-sleeved shirt under that. My trousers were brown, too, with light-brown straps around my knees to my ankles, with the bottom of my pant legs torn. I never wore shoes, they were pointless to me.

What I looked like didn't matter anyway. People still couldn't see me.

Looking back up from the ice and now at the sky, I sigh softly to myself. I frown at the clouds, whisking them away in an instant so that I could see the moon, from a change of mind. I've sometimes changed my mind before, covered the sky so that it didn't even have a chance to talk to me, but I could feel myself snapping.

"Why?" I say aloud, slowly getting to my feet. I blink once, my brow furrowed slightly as my expression slowly turns from confusion in to anger. "Why did you do this to me? You gave me this incredible gift, this incredible power, and for what?" My voice echoed off the trees in to the distance.

"Talk to me…" I mumble when I could no longer hear the echo. I move my feet slightly back and forth on the surface below me, scrunching my toes up and shivering from the bit of snow that got in between them. "Please…"

I still heard nothing.

Closing my eyes, I tilt my head back down so that it was no longer at the sky. I tighten my grip on my magic staff, hand shaking as the loneliness started to creep up on me again like it had been lately. Right now I wasn't thinking about what would happen if it would break, but my emotions quickly turned from loneliness to anger and rage.

"Why… why me? What do you want me to do?" my voice cracked as I spoke. "Why!?" I shriek, glaring back up at the sky.


"Please… let there be someone else, anyone, anything that can see me…"

I had heard rumors and tales from villagers that there were legends of beings that helped others. One to help them dream. One to give them hope. One to help them remember. One to make them wonder. I had heard of other creatures besides them, too, but those four were the most talked about.

All lies, I thought, both of my hands shaking now. I'm the only one, there is nothing else… I'd be able to see them if they were real, I know it.

I fell to the ice, kneeling and my hands on my head now, gripping my hair. Shaking my head back and forth, I began babbling words quietly at the situation. No… No. No, no, no, no… No. This can't be happening. Not to me. Not again. Tears started to form in my eyes and started flowing down my cheeks. They were hot against my cold, icy skin, but I wasn't paying attention to them.

"Someone speak to me!" I shrieked, leaning forward and slamming my fists on the ice. A large wave of ice shot out from around me, flash-freezing the already frosty trees and rocks around me.

As I knelt there, crying softly to myself like all the other times I had done before, I knew that I would be alone forever.

A Rise of the Guardians fanfiction about Jack Frost. I'd think that after awhile he'd eventually snap and lose all emotion/control for not being able to talk to anyone, but after awhile he'd find the other legendary figures, not specifically Santa and everyone else, but at least one other. I think I made the time span inbetween that rather long, though.

Either way, I kinda like the idea of him just snapping. Idunno why.

I also have not wrote anything in a VERY long time, so please excuse the grammar/point of view errors. This is supposed to be in first person, and it was a bit annoying trying to edit it to get it correctly.

This story isn't finished, but I like where it is now.

Enjoy. Comments and questions are welcomed.

Part 2 : [link]

I don't own Jack Frost/Rise of the Guardians

*If the text appears weird it's because stories post awkward on this computer. I'm trying to fix it.
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They suddenly noticed one of them was missing although they were all immortal he was the youngest by far, where was he? They looked around the white land; the snow still fell slowly, solemnly, as if it was melancholy itself. This brought questions into all their minds, he, the commander of ice and snow was the one who was missing and they knew not where he was, or if he was alright. They began walking, looking frantically through the gentle snow that fell to find him. The sky was a light grey and heaving with the amounts of snow filled clouds, there was not even a small breeze so the snow fell straight down to rest lightly onto the already fallen. Suddenly, one of them stopped. They all noted this meant they had found him; they turned to glance in the direction of who had spotted him. There he was, lying with his back turned towards them; his arms limp in front of him. One of the group started towards him, and on reaching his tired body fell to his knees and consciously, slowly lifted the young body into his arms. He was not dead, for his heart was still beating. He could only just open his eyes enough to see who had taken him into warm arms, the eldest of the group. He mustered a weak smile at the boy as he placed a careful, shaking arm under the boys beautiful white hair to support his head. The elder lost his smile, fearing for the boy’s survival. As he was, there was almost no hope for him; this broke the group into agony of the eminent loss of such a young, good heart. The elder felt the supernatural, immortality of the young’s heart flow from his body, leaving him with nothing to grip the ice cold natural state he lived by. He felt the boy’s body become heavy, all of the pained expression in his eyes, failed and his ice-blue eyes shut gently. His soul flowed free from his heart, body and mind as he fell into an endless sleep, death had come to collect what he thought he would never have. The soul of an immortal being.

As the elder, the group wept for the loss of their friend, the snow ceased to fall. All except for one tiny, perfect snowflake that fell softly down from above to come to rest beside him...
My goodness.... :( I do not know what possesed me to write such a sad piece of fanfic. I dreamt this the other night and its been haunting me ever since...
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“Damn!” the half naked albino screeched with his ears clogged by the palms of his hands. “What are you trying to do? Call the police here?”

“Fine by me,” Maka exclaimed after catching a lungful of air. “Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my home!?”

“Funny,” the stranger snorted, slowly dropping his sun-kissed hands to his sides, “I should be the one asking you that.”

“Wh-what?” Maka stammered.

“This is my flat,” he stated firmly, “besides how did you get in here?” He turned around to eye the brass door hinge with menacing disdain, muttering, “Damn bolt must’ve broken again.”

“I was given a key.” Maka fumbled for the small gold object from her back pocket. She held the dangling key by a worn rope, spinning in a way that the sunlight’s beam refracted from its embedded digits at one side while the other reflected the indented three figures.

The albino young man approached Maka with casual indifference despite his appearance. A hand fluidly grasped the bronze key for its legitimacy. While he was occupied, Maka hunched in her seat, legs crossed at the ankles and thumbs encircling one another in a manner she behaved when she was caught smothering cookies before dinner. Maka wondered why the stranger before her was acting coolly and openly vulnerable towards her, a stranger, especially when he was only dressed with a white, fluffy towel. Did a thought ever occur to him that she could possibly take him down by taking his dignity before making her escape? Well, she was never the type to favor the role of a damsel in distress.

Before she could deepen her concentration on her usual fight or flight response, his baritone voice confirmed, “It’s legit,” along with an open palm offering the key to her. Her pale fingers gently cradled the key back into her palm as he continued, “But why would you have it?”

“Excuse me?”

“I was told that I would have to share my apartment with a guest. I think Blair just gave you the wrong key,” he sighed with disbelief, “I swear that woman should learn how to double check.” The young man scratched his messy, drenched snow hair with irritation before moving away from his door. “Why are you just sitting there? I need to change, woman.”

“Oh, sorry,” Maka apologized before hopping off the mattress and scurrying towards the kitchen. She plopped herself on a white chair, hands folded flatly on the round, cool surface whilst her embarrassment leaked out of her composed face before smashing her head on top of it. She turned her attention to the door where she had carelessly tossed her luggage and shoes aside before striding into her endeavor. How did she not realize that the room was occupied? Apartments were never accommodated a guest’s preference beforehand, but because of her excitement, she flat out assumed that her father figure of a guardian had set everything up for her. Idiot.

She sighed, locking her attention on the slim gold ring centered in the silver band on her left ring finger before fixing herself for into a comfortable position.  She lifted her head slightly in order to detach her right hand from the weave and tucked her elbow to rest beneath her chin while the left erected in such a manner, enhancing admiration.

Oh, Kid, Maka sighed, if you were here to see me now, barging into a stranger’s home, how would you react? Silence loomed for a moment as she observed the light bouncing off the band on her left finger followed by an image of her childhood friend’s gentle, affectionate smile. She chuckled to herself softly, “You’d start laughing like you always do…”

“Who are you talking to?”

The sandy haired woman immediately shot back her seat and straightened herself like the proper, well behaved child she was raised to be. Unfortunately, her immediate reactions unsuccessfully brushed off her flushing features. Crap… had she been reading her thoughts aloud again? How much had he heard? “I-I-uh-myself! Yes, I was just thinking about s-something funny! Hahaha!” she chuckled nervously. Great… he must be thinking that I’ve gone mad.

The albino directed a questioning look by lifting an eyebrow, but lazily shrugged his inquisition aside. “Anyways, what’s your name?” He made his way to the empty seat in front of her—completely clothed to Maka’s relief.

“You’re not thinking of reporting me, are you?” Maka inquired his ruby orbs with narrowed slits.

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not,” he challenged mysteriously, “Maybe I can help you out since I’m in a good mood.” Maka gawked at him skeptically, was it merely just moments ago when he expressed his irritation towards her, and now he acted as if that person never existed. Maka’s face contorted into one of which her jaw hung slightly ajar and a twitching eye. Soul was taken aback by the young woman’s bizarre behavior, causing him to question if he had said anything wrong to trigger such expression. “What’s with the face?”

“Are you sure you’re the same guy who came out of that room?” Too late to take back the words, Maka slapped her mouth shut with inflating embarrassment. What was with her today?

The albino blinked blankly several times before cracking into a loud guffaw. Maka stared at him, bewildered. “What? You think I have some sort of twin here or something?” he chuckled.

“Wow, you have sharp teeth…” Now that Maka was up close, she was able to notice more details about him like how beautiful his eyes gleamed in the fluorescent kitchen light, his soft complexion, a sharp nose, and a strong jaw line, but what intrigued her the most were his unnatural predator teeth. The comment automatically ceased his laughter, followed by a small wince, as if her words had stung him. The light hearted atmosphere quickly thickened into an ominous one.

“C’mon let’s just go and talk to Blair.” He avoided her eyes as he made his way towards the brown door, her luggage at hand. Maka contemplated in silence, wondering if she had said something that might have affected him before wearing her shoes and following him out to the colorful hallway.

Aside from his insistence to carry her luggage, silence loomed majority of their time together throughout their walk towards the elevator shaft. Maka felt uncomfortable with the lack of conversation, but heed the urge to converse in small talk, instead, she fumbled with her gold band idly.

It was Soul who had departed the elevator first the moment the female automated announced their arrival. She watched as he strode towards the purple haired receptionist with animated gestures to express his irritation when she smirked with malice, teasing him with more fuel to combust in outrageous denial.

“It’s nothing like that, stupid woman,” he huffed indignantly.

“Oh, Soul,” she purred, one that reminded Maka of a content kitten, “it’s okay, you don’t need to hide it! She looks like your type.”

“Uh…” Maka gasped, flushing red from overhearing the conversation from several feet behind.

“Huh,” Soul, she presumed, scoffed, “As if I’d fall for a girl with a chest as flat as a board.”

On impulse, Maka whipped out a book from her luggage and smashed it on the albino’s hair. Blair had attempted to stop Soul, but gave up the moment the words slipped out of his mouth. She propped an elbow on the glossy counter with a sympathetic grin on her lips, yet her eyes held laughter.

“Hey there, Maka! How are ya’ doin’, hon?” she greeted enthusiastically.

“Uh, Blair, I think you gave me the wrong key,” Maka replied.

“Huh?” I don’t believe that’s incorrect.” Blair ducked underneath the counter, frantically searching for the report for Maka’s dorm assignment while tossing unimportant documents behind her. “Ah, here it is,” she exclaimed accomplishedly through all the confetti of paper flying about the place. She clutched the report with two perfectly purple nail polish fingers while her gold eyes scanned the message furiously. “It says here that room 506 is assigned to Soul Evans and Maka Albarn.”

“Heh?” Soul groaned from the ground, his head indented from the book’s impact.

“What?” Maka shrieked. “B-but, but don’t the rules regulate that it can’t be opposite sexes living in the same dorm?”

Blair shook her head, “Not in this place, sweetie. People are old enough to make their own choices in life, so what you do in that room is totally up to you.”

“Hahahahahahahhahahahaha!” Soul clutched his stomach as a fit of laughter escaped his lips.

“What’s so funny?” Maka demanded.

“You think I’m going to rape you or something?” he guffawed, “Geeze, what are your parents teaching you?”

Maka slapped the book on his head with a menacing aura, twice intense from the last, as she spoke, “My parents are dead.”

The boy clutched his head from the exploding pain, but accepted the punishment. His stupid mouth just had to slip something uncool. Soul winced, hoping to meet the girl’s emerald eyes to apologize, but her back was turned towards him as she directed her question to the receptionist. Although her tone was kind and polite to the woman, he swore that her menacing aura continued to intensify to the point that he can see multiple daggers directly pointed at him from all directions. He dared not speak.

“I’ll just rent another room,” Maka sighed, “how much is the rent?”

“It’s two thousand yearly,” Blair replied.

“That’s reasonable,” Maka mused as she searched for her wallet, fished out a credit card, and handed it to her.

Blair slid the card in the scanner to complete the transaction, but an error report appeared on her screen. She tried again, her smile faltering to an inquisition. “Well it appears that your card is being cancelled.”


“Yeah, it’s saying that you don’t have enough money.”

“No way… all my savings are gone?” Maka hung her head in depression. “I swear I had a couple thousands in there.”

“Oh yeah,” Blair remembered thoughtfully, “I just got this fax from your guardian.” Blair held a piece of paper for her, the warmth still lingered after being fresh off the print.

Dear Maka, it read:

I hope you find the room to your preference. I asked Soul Evans, your room mate, to prepare his home to your accommodations. Yes, you will be sharing a home with a male, but I’m confident that he won’t lay a finger on you. Now, Maka, you only have $100 in your account. I went ahead and paid Blair for your three year rental. Call us when you finish reading this, you know how your Aunt Marie is when you’re gone.


“Can I borrow your phone?” Maka inquired with a menacing smile.

Soul sat up tensed, his legs bent upwards to keep his feet grounded in case he needed to make a break for it from Maka’s murderous aura. With his palms as leverage to keep him upright, he backpedaled several feet away when Maka crossed by, making her way to one of the public phone booths lined up beside the entrance of the apartment building.

Maka fished out a quarter from her jeans and popped it into the slot. Her fingers softly dialed her former house number. She waited patiently as the phone rang for several moments before a dreary female voice answered.

“Stein’s residence, this is Marie,” the woman droned into the phone. Although Maka couldn’t see her, she could imagine how life-deprived her complexion appeared: bags gathering into dark circles beneath her red, puffy eyes due to crying all night.

“Hey Aunt Marie, it’s Maka,” she chirped.

“Maka?!” her mother figure screeched through the phone. Maka could imagine the creases in her eyes fade back into her usual, charisma. “Maka! Oh, sweetie, I miss you so much!” she cried. “It’s so lonely at home when you’re gone.”

“You have Uncle Stein though, don’t you? Besides your marriage is just a month away.”

“Oh heavens yes,” Marie sniffled, “Yes, the time has almost come. I have to admit that I’m a bit nervous myself. I’ll be a wreck by then.”

“Don’t stress about it, Aunt Marie. I’m sure it’ll be perfect,” Maka reassured.

“Oh, you better be coming as well!” she exclaimed, “I want to see my baby girl again.”

Maka chuckled lightheartedly, “And I too, Mom.”

Maka overheard another voice from the back followed by Marie’s muffled response. “Maka, your uncle would like to have a word with you.”

“I was about to ask myself,” Maka agreed kindly. She listened to the muffled exchange of the phone before hearing a familiar monotone baritone voice.

“Hello, Maka,” Stein greeted.

“Hello, Uncle Stein,” Maka returned sweetly, then in a menacing, even tone she asked, “Now who do you think you are for using all of my life savings to pay off for this apartment?”

“Now, Maka,” Stein chastised just as evenly, the thickness in his tone carried over a looming authority, “I am your guardian and as that entitlement, I want you to be safe for both mine and Marie’s sake.”

“And your reasoning brought you to room me with the opposite sex?!”

“Mhmm,” she heard him hum from the other line.

“Yeah, no, that’ snot gonna happen, Uncle,” Maka replied cheerfully. “I appreciate what you’re doing for me, but I think I can handle living on my own.” Stein manifested a gurgle of complaints but Maka paid no heed to them, “Thanks Uncle Stein, buh-bye now.” The complaints continued before Maka hung up. With a composed smile resting on her lips, Maka strode back to the purple haired receptionist. “What’s the down payment?”

“You’re a quarter short,” Blair shook her head.

Maka exhaled, brushing several strands of her sandy bangs aside of her jade eyes. “Is there a job available around here so I can pay you back? Of course if I pay for the hundred now?”

Blair shook her head apologetically, “Rules are rules, Maka.” Maka sighed, defeated. “But, if you want a job, I heard that Death Bucks Café is hiring new workers now that students are returning to school.”

“Alright, I’ll do it. With a nod, Blair disappeared beneath her desk, searching for the address of the restaurant. Meanwhile, Maka turned towards the terrified albino on the ground and offered him a hand. Soul stared at her gloved offering before hesitantly taking it. “For the time being, I’ll just stay with you… if you don’t mind?” she queried whilst hoisting him up.

Soul dropped her hand nonchalantly, “Do what you want.”

“By the way,” Maka interjected, offering her hand towards him once more, “I’m Maka Albarn.”

“Huh, better late than never,” the albino commented, “Soul Evans.” The ruby eyed young took her hand once more with a firm grip before dropping it.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” Maka added, “but I hope we’ll get along. Please take care of me.”

“Please take care of me as well,” Soul smiled, one that hid his sharp teeth from view, one that appeared uncomfortably forced.

“Alrighty, I got the address set right here for ya, Maka,” Blair popped from beneath her desk with a hand flaunting the paper in the air. “Here ya go.”

“Thanks,” Maka replied as she took the paper.

“Maka, why don’t you go ahead and check it out,” Soul suggested.

“But what about my luggage? I have to bring it back to the room.”

“I’ll deal with it,” Soul insisted, “I’ll meet you at the café right after. You know where to go right?”

“Yeah, I’m familiar with this place,” Maka replied. “Thanks, Soul.” With a wave to Blair, Maka strode out of the building and towards her destination.

Soul made sure that Maka was gone before returning his attention to the purple receptionist. “Why the hell did you lie?”

“Nyah?” Blair hummed innocently, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Soul?”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” he deadpanned. “Paying less than the down payment is acceptable through loaning her money. She just has to pay you back within a year.”

“Rules have been regulated last week.”

“Bullshit,” Soul grumbled, but Blair ignored his comment with a sly smirk. “What are you planning, you damn feline?”

The receptionist shrugged indifferently before casually making her way out of her marble counter and behind the tense young man. Her slender fingers grasped his shoulder blades in a tender manner before giving them a few squeezes, then in an airy whisper, she stated, “It’ll be good for you.” Within that second, the weight of her fingers left Soul’s shoulder, causing the albino to search for her whereabouts.

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

Blair answered with a soft chuckle before exiting the building.
So it took me 2 months to finally post this chapter! I'm so sorry for taking so long. I had a writers block then the Soul Eater contests, then requests, and tumblr SoMa weeks, then there's just school. For a while... well until my summer starts, this will be the last of "Patiently Waiting For You" that I will write. I'm currently working on the 3rd one, but for the most I'm concentrated on the NSFW ideas (I'm 4 days left behind... ;A;)

Anyways, I hope you take this to your liking.


Chapter 1: PWFY- Ch. 1: A Stable Beginning
With her luggage at hand, Maka stood at the airport of LAX with Stein and Marie standing on either sides of their adopted child. After the death of Spirit and Kami, Stein and Marie were obligated to care for Maka until she was legal of age. For the past half decade, Stein and Marie learned that Maka had inherited her mother’s talent and intelligence as well as her father’s boisterous outbursts when pushed at the wrong button. Ultimately, Maka had been a blessing for the couple and had truly enjoyed her company.

“Are you sure about this?” Marie sniffled. Marie hated goodbyes when it came to people she was emotionally a

Chapter 3: :iconwritersblock:


(c) Soul Eater belongs to Atsushi Ōkubo
(c) Patiently Waiting For You belongs to me
(c) Editted on pixlr-o-matic and ipiccy

Edit: For the time being, the cover will be taken down and re-made for the story. Special thanks to :iconscourgewolf: for making the original picture for this :)
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With her luggage at hand, Maka stood at the airport of LAX with Stein and Marie standing on either sides of their adopted child. After the death of Spirit and Kami, Stein and Marie were obligated to care for Maka until she was legal of age. For the past half decade, Stein and Marie learned that Maka had inherited her mother’s talent and intelligence as well as her father’s boisterous outbursts when pushed at the wrong button. Ultimately, Maka had been a blessing for the couple and had truly enjoyed her company.

“Are you sure about this?” Marie sniffled. Marie hated goodbyes when it came to people she was emotionally attached, child or not, Maka was no exception.

“Yes, Aunt Marie. I’m sure about this,” Maka replied determinedly. “It’s been half a decade since I saw Kid. I’ve been eager to see him.”

“We know,” Stein answered, “you never leave the house without wearing his ring.”

Maka glanced at the scratched silver band on her left ring finger. “It is a promise after all.”

“Just like Kami and Spirit,” Marie added, “Oh you really are a replica of the two!” Marie threw herself on to Stein’s chest as tears flooded down her cheeks. “Our little girl is all grown up!” she wailed in a squeaky voice.

Stein sighed at his fiancée’s melodramatic reaction, nevertheless held her and rubbed comforting circles on her back.

Maka chuckled softly as she watched her two guardians held one another. She couldn’t help but picture herself and Kid when they see each other again. She couldn’t wait to see the surprise on his face when he sees her turn up in Death City.

“Are you positive that you want to do this, Maka?” Marie unlatched herself from Stein in order to face her.

“Yes, Aunt Marie. I’m eighteen now and I am legal to take care of myself.”

Marie and Stein shared a quick glance followed by a nod. Maka took it as a sign of Stein’s approval.

“Alright then,” Marie pouted, “But make sure to call me once in a while.”

“I will. I promise.”

Marie launched herself at Maka for an endearing embrace. “Oh, I will miss you so much, Maka! You have always been the child I’ve always dreamed of.”

“And you have cared and raised me like a proper mother would.”

That comment triggered tears from Marie’s eyes. “Oh! No one has ever said that to me before,” she wailed, “I love you very much, Maka!”

“I love you too, Aunt Marie,” Maka replied genuinely.

Marie reluctantly released herself from Maka while Stein moved forward to take her place.

“Stein,” Maka acknowledged.

“Maka, take good care of yourself alright?” Stein requested. Then in a soft whisper and a hand cupping one side of his mouth, “Save me the trouble from her…” Stein did not dare to finish for Marie was standing behind them with her arms crossed, a pout settled on her lips, and an audible upbeat tapping from a foot.

With a nervous, “Never mind,” Stein ruffled Maka’s untied hair and returned beside his fiancée.

“Goodbye then, Stein. Aunt Marie,” Maka bowed. With a small skip in her stride, Maka headed to her designated gate to Death City, Nevada.


“That’ll be five dollars,” the taxi driver reported.

Maka fished out a five dollar bill from her wallet and handed it to the taxi driver. With a small thank you, Maka took her luggage from the trunk and stood before a large building of mismatching blocks. The building appeared as if it was assembled straight out of a stacker’s game, complete with several colorful blocks that protruded from said apartment. The pink cubicle at the very top worried Maka endlessly due to half of its portion dangling off the edge. The four triangular supporting blocks only lessened her reassurance.

She spent several more moments observing the building’s strange architecture with peculiar interest about the building’s stability before cautiously walking into the front desk.

To her surprise, the interior design was completely normal like any ordinary reception area. Maka was immediately greeted by a very attractive woman sitting behind the counter with a preppy expression on her lips. She was young, about her mid-twenty’s, luscious, long plum hair pulled over to one shoulder, flawless, peach skin, and a hypnotizing pair of gold eyes, similar to those of her childhood best friend. She wore a white button down long sleeve blouse and on her left bosom was a gold name tag of her name Blair inscribed in thick, bolded letters.

“Hey there, sweetie!” she greeted in a friendly soprano voice. She paused to glace at Maka’s green and white striped luggage before continuing. “Are you a new resident? I haven’t seen your face before.”

Didn’t she notice my luggage? Maka wondered, but to be courteous, she nodded.

“That’s great!” she replied enthusiastically, “well my name is Blair and I’m the receptionist here. Other than that, I live here too.” She finished with an over bubbly smile that reminded Maka of a kitten’s curious grin.

“I’m Maka Albarn,” Maka introduced with a gloved hand extended.

Blair shook the material with gusto. After the exchange, Blair stared at her with an epiphany imprinted her thoughts.

“Maka Albarn, you say?” a slender index finger gently tapped her chin.

Make met her eyes with confusion and curiosity.

“Oh yes!” she snapped her finger, “I have a room reserved for you on…” her fingers danced across the keyboard in a muddled staccato manner, “room five-oh-six, fifth floor.”

Maka blinked several times as Blair extended a hand with 506 marked on the dangling key. Hesitantly, Maka took the key and held it gingerly in her grasp.

“But I didn’t ask for a room before hand…” Maka spoke softly.

Blair stared at her with the same kitten-like smile but her eyes held confusion. “Oh!” she held an index finger forward as a way to express her exclamation in an animated manner, “Yes, a male with deep, monotone voice asked for it.”

“Oh,” Maka smiled softly as an image of the voice matched the face of her father figure guardian. “Thank you,” Maka stated as she made her way to the elevator. She pressed the arrow pointing upwards and waited several seconds before a ding sang its arrival.

Just as she entered the elevator shaft and brushed her finger off the circular button with 5 set in the middle, Blair yelped a flustered, “Oh!” The sandy haired young woman turned to face the receptionist with inquiry, wondering what she needed to say. Just before the door closed, the receptionist shouts, “Enjoy your stay!”


The wait in the elevator had been a bundle of excitement and nerves despite the reassuring piano piece that danced about the shaft. Its comforting melody flew from one ear of the sandy haired young woman and out the other end, leaving her to question the song’s motives. Although Maka was born a prodigy of the educational department, music was the only subject that she could never get herself to understand. It was a foreign language composed of five horizontal bars with vertical lines attached to ovals. How was I supposed to decode this language? she wondered. Maka had spent countless days dissecting the music sheets, but, alas, she gave up. In fear of disappointing her peers and loved ones, Maka had purposely avoided any curricular activities relevant to the subject. The elevator music only encouraged her anxiety.

The heavenly chime that announced her arrival relieved Maka from listening to the foreign sound, yet reminded her of her premonition of the room where she’ll reside for the time being.

Maka was surprised to be greeted by a clean, stable interior design in contrast with its exterior architecture. The floors were wide, smooth, rectangular, solid chocolate tiles, divided by a small black dip line from other tiles. The walls were a giant mural of large, multicolored mosaic pieces, separated by every other mosaic columns and solid columns. With every three columns, stood a brown door with a golden plate set at middle along with the room number carved in shining glory.

501 on the left… 502 on the right… odd left… even right, Maka observed.



Maka gingerly inserted the silver key into the hole and listened intently as the bolt unlocked. With caution, Maka turned the knob and was welcomed with a homey sight. The flat consisted of a joined kitchen north of the entrance and a living room to the right. To take a better look of her surroundings, she slipped off her shoes and luggage by the door and walked towards the living room.

The living room was small, but it certainly gave a comfortable invitation to sit on one of the three red, plush couches varying from one to three seaters. A long, white, spotless coffee table sat in the middle of the three for guests to use during gatherings or a place for her piles of books to stack during her idle hours. A twin stereo sat on the opposite end of the couches with an old gramophone sitting in between the two advance technologies. There was also a small TV beside them, angled at the corner of the room. Vertical to the TV was a one seating chair that stood in front of a double sided window. Across it sat the three-seaters then parallel to that was the two-seaters. The walls were a warm yellow shade with several animated pop posters glued to every other wall. A matching yellow rug rested below the couches to help balance the wall with the dark furniture.

Lavender tiles carpeted the floor from living room to its joined component. The kitchen had a table and two chairs set in front of a kitchen counter and stove. Horizontal to it was a large white fridge, about seven feet tall. Beside the fridge was a single blue door.

With her fears of an unstable home now replaced with excitement of her adventure, Maka opened the door with enthusiasm. Behind it was a small bedroom with a brown mahogany desk immediately to the left of the entrance. On top of it was small shelf filled with stationary objects and a few metal figurines. Beside it was a small, blue table with a candle and a sphere shaped alarm clock with the design of a grinning orange soul placed in the middle. Followed by a fresh, white-sheet, made bed. Beside it, a luscious, blood red drapery clung to the tinted sun kissed window as if embracing its warm rays from peeking any further from the bed. Lastly, at the foot of the bed, was a large blue chest.

Maka made her way to the bed and sat on it. It was then noticed the wall adjacent to the mahogany desk had an acoustic guitar pinned to the wall.

Alas, her adventure had come to an end and Maka threw her back on the comfy sheets. With a sigh, she prepared herself for a well deserving nap. She recounted her discoveries throughout the flat and mentally noted to send a big thank you to Stein for his thoughtful decorations for her accommodation. It was her latest discovery that caused her to sit up abruptly and turn her head to see an unfamiliar figure at the bedroom door with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

An ear piercing shriek was released into the evening, destroying what was once a peaceful day and her beautiful vision at a perfectly fresh, new life.
I really suck at descriptions and I'm sorry that I may have posibly destroyed the flow of the story with my disorganization. But I'm totally risking it! I'm working my butt off just to get the description down.

I really hope that my attempt didn't destroy your imagination too much :forgiveme:

Oh yeah, so I was re-reading chapter 63 on the manga and I found this little segment here... [link] and it's obvious that Maka is afraid of heights; of course at first encounter. Since, after all, it's Maka, he always goes head first into her fears. So I thought, why not?!
This is all the proof I need to make her fear of heights canon.


Prologue: PWFY- Prologue: Even Death, We Are Bound
“No! You promised we’d be together forever!” cried a twin pig-tailed sandy haired child. Tears dripped down her cherry colored cheeks as her emerald eyes glared into a pair of gold ones. Despite the betraying tears that escaped the ducts, her eyes remained strong.

The figure before her had shoulder length obsidian hair with white thick lines imprinted on the left side of his hair to mid-back. He had flawless albino skin and intriguing pairs of inherited gold iris that represent his high rank in Death City. The young man wore a soft smile for the young girl while his eyes held similar determination. He stretched his hands to

Chapter 2: PWFY- Ch. 2: Ah, Hell No!
“Damn!” the half naked albino screeched with his ears clogged by the palms of his hands. “What are you trying to do? Call the police here?”

“Fine by me,” Maka exclaimed after catching a lungful of air. “Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my home!?”

“Funny,” the stranger snorted, slowly dropping his sun-kissed hands to his sides, “I should be the one asking you that.”

“Wh-what?” Maka stammered.

“This is my flat,” he stated firmly, “besides how did you get in here?” He turned around to eye the brass door hinge with menacin


Setting References (THANK GOODNESS people posted the anime settings on photobucket! Some of the listed happen to be :iconz-raid:):

:bulletred:Corridor: [link]
:bulletred:Apartment Building: [link]
:bulletred:Soul's bedroom: [link]
:bulletred:Setting descriptions: [link]


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(c) Patiently Waiting For You belongs to me
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“No! You promised we’d be together forever!” cried a twin pig-tailed sandy haired child. Tears dripped down her cherry colored cheeks as her emerald eyes glared into a pair of gold ones. Despite the betraying tears that escaped the ducts, her eyes remained strong.

The figure before her had shoulder length obsidian hair with white thick lines imprinted on the left side of his hair to mid-back. He had flawless albino skin and intriguing pairs of inherited gold iris that represent his high rank in Death City. The young man wore a soft smile for the young girl while his eyes held similar determination. He stretched his hands towards the child and gently cupped her cheeks. His thumb softly brushed the tears away as he murmured a promise; audible for the two of them to hear.

“Don’t think of this as a goodbye forever, Maka. This is just one of those see you later adages. I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

“B-but you’re going to be the shinigami now,” the girl complained, “there’s no more time to be with me.”

“Shh,” the boy comforted, “Maka, I promise I will become the greatest shinigami of this city and I will come back for you.” The young shinigami released a hand from her face and dug it into his pocket. He held the object in a fist while the other hand reached for her hand. “When father passed away, Sid gave me this.” He opened his hand to reveal two plain silver rings, one thick and the other slim, with gold rims and their promise adage engraved within the bands.

Maka was dumbfounded by the twin rings in his hands. She had a difficult time wrapping her mind around the action taking place.

Her best friend took the silence as an explanation despite the fact that Maka knew his life story very well.

“These are my parents’ weddings bands,” he stared at the rings with an empty, unreadable expression as he spoke, “Sid retrieved them from father’s body.”

He paused.

A moment later, he gently strokes over the two rings with his thumb. “He never took off his ring after mother passed away. The words inscribed were their wedding vows. They swore to each other that their love will continue to remain intact if ever anything happened to one of them.”

Another moment of silence.

“Father wanted mother to wear it even after her death in order to preserve the vow, but she requested him to keep it for me until I grew up and found someone as special as she had been to father.”

“K-Kid…” the girl croaked with heart wrench.

“I wish mother was here to see me right now. A fine young man who she would be proud to call her son. I wish she was here to see me present her ring to the person I solemnly vow to protect with all my life.” Kid picked out the slimmer ring between the two and slid it on to Maka’s left ring finger; it was a perfect fit to Kid’s relief. With a small smile, he brought her hand to his lips and gently kissed it.

“Maka Albarn, I promise when I return, I’ll make you my wife.”

A new round of tears prickled Maka’s vision once again. Not from sadness of their departure but from pure happiness. He loved her as much as she prayed in all their years of being together.

Maka tried to voice out her reaction, but her throat sealed her words, encasing them in an overwhelming amount of heat. She stared into Kid’s eyes with as much emotion as she could muster from her inexperienced eyes. When Kid continued to probe her eyes for responses, Maka pulled him into a tight hug, burying her face into his jet black polyester suit.

“I love you. I love you. I love you, Kid! I love you!” she wept into his chest incoherently. “I love you!”

Fortunately for Kid, he was able to pick up the words due to their close proximity. Kid felt his heart flutter in accordance to every word of her confession. A huge grin made its way to his lips as his arms circled young Maka’s thin waist and crushed her to his chest. After the exchange, Kid and Maka pulled back only to pull into a gentle first kiss.

Kid had been holding back for a long time and finally he was able to feel Maka’s soft lips against his. He wished that they could remain like this forever, for time to stop to freeze for their sake—for their last few moments to be together. For several moments, Kid greedily stole as many kisses as he could. When Maka paused to take a breath, Kid trailed peppered kisses from the corner of her lips to her cheeks, forehead, nose, and back to her lips. Each kiss to her lips deepened their passion and longing for one another, but Kid reluctantly pried himself away from her addicting, swollen lips before his emotions took advantage of the situation. Kid had already gone over the time limit he had promised his two advisors just to talk to Maka in privacy.

“I love you, Maka,” Kid stated softly, “I love you very much.”

“And I you, Kid,” Maka responded with a twinkle in her eyes.

“Then with this ring and God as our witness,” Kid held Maka’s marked finger, “I vow that I will love no one else, but you.”

“And I will be patiently waiting for you,” Maka added.

Even death, we are bound,” they finished the vow in unison.

With a final peck on her forehead, Kid left with Sid and Nygus to begin his training as the youngest Shinigami to rule Death City.



Oh my goodness, I don't know how much more I can express my excitement for this new series! My goal is to write at least 10 chapters :faint: because the story should be a roller coaster of feels! :iconeeeeeplz: My, my, I wonder how far my imagination will take me with this story... but let's hope I won't fall into a writers block with this one! :D

Oh yeah, one more thing. Turns out I started this series exactly one month after I posted the cover photo. Coincidence? I think not. No, but seriously I just happened to post this on March 20th, while the cover on February 20th. That's weird. O-O''

Anyways, enjoy.


Chapter 1: PWFY- Ch. 1: A Stable Beginning
With her luggage at hand, Maka stood at the airport of LAX with Stein and Marie standing on either sides of their adopted child. After the death of Spirit and Kami, Stein and Marie were obligated to care for Maka until she was legal of age. For the past half decade, Stein and Marie learned that Maka had inherited her mother’s talent and intelligence as well as her father’s boisterous outbursts when pushed at the wrong button. Ultimately, Maka had been a blessing for the couple and had truly enjoyed her company.

“Are you sure about this?” Marie sniffled. Marie hated goodbyes when it came to people she was emotionally a


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(c) Patiently Waiting For You belongs to me
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"Maka!" someone called from behind.


A masculine boy of the age of eighteen with disheveled, frosty, spiky hair, and a pair of intimidating yet playful ruby eyes strode lazily to the table and took a seat behind me. "Lord Death called."

I flipped the bacon over the pan as a sign to continue.

"He needs us to stop by his office; said it was urgent."

I stopped fidgeting with the sizzling strip and glanced at him with a short acknowledging glance. "What did you do this time, Soul?" I sighed disapprovingly.

"Hey," he raised his voice defensively, "don't assume I did something wrong when I don't even know what I did."

"That's exactly it," I stated teasingly, "sometimes I wonder if you ever grew up Soul."

"Of course I did," he grinned with that dangerous, charming trade mark smile of his, "a cool guy like me would never pull immature stunts and get caught."

"Only with Black*Star," I muttered aloud.

"So not cool, Maka," he retorted in an annoyed, even tone.

I snorted as I brought the pan over and gently dumped half the contents onto Soul's place followed by mine.

"All joking matters aside," I resumed while he consumed his breakfast, "what do you think he really wants?"

"Don't know," the albino shrugged, "maybe a new mission." He returned to monstrously devour his meal as I stared at mine a bit anxiously. It was a familiar disturbing feeling that urged me to stray away and ignore my curiosity, but of course a former Shibusen Student should always investigate. Nostalgic… I wonder why.


The roaring engine of Soul's orange Harley was the only sound that accompanied us to the beautiful, symmetrical Death Weapon Meister Academy. Words were not needed to be exchanged for what awaits us at Lord Death's room. The atmosphere at this very moment was peaceful and calm, yet a little tense—or perhaps that was my imagination.

The action did not pass unnoticed by my weapon. I could feel his weary eyes glance at me like a cobra's strike, but I ignored his gaze and focused ahead.

Within moments, the purring engine died down and we stood at a ridiculous amount of stairs leading up the academy.

Perhaps the moment we reached the top and stood to admire our former school was enough to encourage Soul to speak his mind out, "Hey." I turned to meet his worried burgundy eyes in silence; half of me was standing towards Soul while the other busied itself with nostalgic memories to cover my troubled thoughts. "What's eating at you?" he asked as if it was the most natural thing to say with a cool decency.

My lips parted slightly to voice out my confusion, but I stopped midway as my thoughts were bombarded with chastisement of my self-doubts. There is nothing to be worried about, it ultimately came to. I closed my mouth and broke his gaze to stare at the ground with idling interest.

"Nothing," I answered, "let's not keep Lord Death waiting."

With an encouraging smile, we walked towards the building in silence. Unsure of what awaits us.


"Damn it all," Soul growled once we reached home, "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

"Hey, how about saying something else for a change, Soul? Something less uncool," I barked in frustration.

"Well how about you use that big mouth of yours back there, Maka!" he retorted as our gaze locked in a fiery battle.

"And you know very damn well that I can't deny his requests, Soul!" I hissed venomously.

Soul took a step close to me, our faces only centimeters apart. His height made him all the more intimidating. "Oh yeah, because I'm little miss perfect and DWMA's top class student," he mocked scornfully. I stood there staring at him speechless, "You can quit being a kiss up, Maka. No one's gonna buy it anyway!"

I felt a burning sensation radiate from my left hand the moment those words left his mouth. Never had I ever slapped Soul in my entire life being with him, it was always a Maka-chop, always impacted on the cranium, but this… it was a new level of low.

Soul's head remained turned away for a couple seconds as we registered my action, but I couldn't take back what I've done. I took a step back from him and hurried off to my bedroom and slammed the door immediately. My breaths came in shallow and ragged as I leaned on my door for support and sunk to the floor. Tears prickled my eyes and ran down my face, leaving behind a burning, hot trail in its wake. Soul couldn't see this. I don't want him to see me at my vulnerable point, especially when he was the cause of it.

My throat burned from holding back wails and cries, but I swallowed the pain and hid them in my silent sobs. I gathered my legs towards me and hugged them to my chest.

I never thought it would come to this.


"Scythe Meister Maka Albarn ready for--"


It was always the same routine every time we came to Lord Death's room. Papa always dashed from the other side of the room screaming my name like a psychopath with mesmerized, goo-goo doll like eyes as he came towards me. As always, I had my handy book ready to smash into his noggin before he could lay a single hand on me. This was the only thing I'm glad to be away from after graduation. Soul shared the same look of disgust as we glanced at one another; seems like I'm not the only one.

"Hello! Hello! Wazzup? Wazzup? Good to see ya!" Lord Death greeted in his usual friendly, falsetto voice.

"Lord Death, what do ya need from us?" Soul stated nonchalantly.

"Soul!" I chastised in a hushed tone. Even after graduation, my partner still couldn't learn a thing or two about respect.

Soul only shrugged in a bored manner. He had always been straight to the point.

"Oh yes! I have a new mission for Maka," the thin Shinigami stated.

Soul and I exchanged disbelief looks. "Uh, don't you mean Soul and I?" I corrected.

"No my dear, it is only you this time," the Shinigami answered.

"But Soul is my partner," I interjected.

"For this specific mission, I'm afraid not… even for a while."

"Lord Death--"

"I apologize, but with Soul as a death scythe, there are still others that are in dire need of your assistance, Maka."

My hands formed into fists at my side as I glared at the ground in defiance.

"Maka's my partner," Soul stated confidently, "she's the only one who can wield me."

"Now, now, I know you're upset, Soul, but let's be reasonable. We need to recruit more death scythes as much as possible. We require these death scythes to be assigned a post in case of a future Kishin attack so they'll be able to protect their home from the madness," Lord Death explained.

"But why Maka? Why not Stein?" Soul argued. If I didn't know my partner any better, I could have brushed off the sound of pain in his tone as a part of my imagination.

"Stein is already assigned to the same mission. Maka and Stein are the only ones who have obtained flexible souls and can adjust to any weapon of choice." Lord Death turned his attention to me, "Stein had taught you how to control it, yes?" He didn't pause to let me answer and returned his attention to both of us, "You are both our highest and advanced meister and weapon in the district. This is why I have chosen you," Lord Death finished, "I'm sorry it has to be this way."

From my peripheral vision, I saw Soul bowed his head in defeat as his hands formed into tight balls beside him. Although I disliked this mission strongly as much as Soul, and even more for the fact that I can't be with him, but I had no choice but to follow orders.

"I'll do it."


Also this is my first time writing a Soul Eater fanfic (dedicated to SoMa shippers out there!) and I'm uber nervous about how this will turn out. :/

Anyways, the story was inspired from this picture I found while the manga itself. I'm not entirely sure who colored this, but all I know that the original artwork belongs to Atsushi Ōkubo (unless anyone tells me otherwise).

In all honesty, I feel horrible and every time I turn back to read this, I think it's just a horrible crap I manifested after reading the manga and Soul Eater Not! manga.
There are some details that refers to either or, but I'm sure it'll work out with the story. I'm still experimenting ya'll!


Chapter 2: SE: Until Now Ch. 2- Sinking In
I rose up from the ground and decided to begin packing. Professor Stein and I will depart tomorrow evening to our designated posts. With a quick swipe at my drenched face, I dug into the closet and pulled out a week's set of clothing, toiletries, and extra pair of shoes followed by shoving them into my duffel bag.

A while without Soul? I thought aimlessly as I zipped the bag. I never thought it'd come to this.

I turned to my window and saw pictures of us with the gang. Beside it was a picture of Soul and I at the sick bay when I fallen victim to Arachne's paralysis webs. I was making an embarrassed face as Soul spoon fed me the meal. He had


In the anime it doesn't show that Maka can wield other weapons besides Soul, but in the manga she does wield Tsubaki during the fight against the Legendary Wolf. From this small detail, I was able to assume that Maka does have a flexible soul like Stein, but it isn't as strong. And also, I believe it's because she has a good bond with Tsubaki (and that she's a girl) that she's able to do so.
And in my story, I decided to say that Stein saw this in Maka and decided to train her, that's why she's on this mission with Stein.

Now, Soul won't be useless as he portrays himself on the manga/anime without Maka (which is why I ship them so hard core) though I prefer that, but with Maka outta the picture, I think he'll need some professional help from someone who has experience *ahem*Spirit*ahem*

^I will mention this somewhat later in the story (if I feel like it).


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(c) Soul Eater belongs to Atsushi Ōkubo
(c) Until Now belongs to me
(c) Editted on pixlr-o-matic and ipiccy
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The End.
Took me 6 hours.
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Karkat x Reader
~Movie Nights~

You never knew why you liked trolls so much, maybe it was the way they had those cute little horns on their head, or how they had quadrants, or the fact that they had so many different shades of blood.

Eh you didn’t know, and fact you really didn’t care, you knew you liked trolls and you were going to keep it simple, and you knew the more you’d think about it…the more complicated it would get.

Now, you are called (N/H) and you a curious being, you liked weird things, and was often called a freak as a child by some bullies, but you punched them in the face…so yeah…they knew to never call you names again.

Anyways, many didn’t find it weird when you found yourself liking the weird alien creature known as trolls, many actually didn’t care if you did.

But you found yourself liking one troll, a troll that called himself Karkat. Yes, he was a grumpy ass and yes it seemed like he didn’t like you as much as you liked him.

You had developed a ‘Flush crush’ for the nubby horned troll. For some reason you liked the way he would act all angry around everyone, you actually thought it was adorable.

You even knew of his love for Romcoms, and were somewhat of a fan of them yourself, seeing that you’d like to have a romance somewhat like the movies.

And today, you were going to go over to Karkat’s house, and have the most awesomest Romcom marathon ever…not even your friend Dave’s ironicness could with stand such awesomeness.

You had gathered the necessary items, 25 bottles of faygo, 5 bags of gummy worms and other junk food snacks, and you’re pillow pet, which was a neon blue and pink unicorn, which you had named Bob…Bob the neon unicorn.

“Let us go my lovely pet!” You exclaimed Bob, running out the door and across the street. You loved the fact that your crush lived just right across from you; it was easier to stalk him.

Okay okay you didn’t stalk him, you just liked to watch him…sometimes…in the bushes…

You knocked on the door, and got dragged inside from the candy blooded troll.

“WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?! YOU’RE 4 MINUTES LATE!!” He yelled, which caused you to giggle.

“Sorry Kitkat, I had to gather…the stuff…” You pointed to the plastic sacks that held said items.

“….You are so weird…AND DON’T CALL ME THAT!!!” He mumbled/ yelled, sitting down on the couch and turning on the t.v.

You sat down next to him, your leg’s crossed as you zoned into the movie, not even catching the troll boy’s glances at you, or his light red blush that presented itself on his cheeks.

 The way you acted around certain things, how you smile, how you just seem to be so alive, made his blood pumper race faster than a hoofbeast.

He looked away and blushed as you laughed at a funny scene in the movie, your (H/C) hair bouncing a little as you giggled and your (E/C) orbs filling up with humor.

He wanted to confess his red feelings for you, but wasn’t sure how you’d react to it. “Karkat, Earth to Karkat…” He blinked and flinched when he saw your snapping fingers in front of his face.

“WHAT?” He yelled, somewhat angry.

You giggle, “You’ve been staring at the floor blankly for about 10 minutes now…you okay?” Your voice was full of concern.

“OF COURSE I’M OKAY NITWIT! I WAS ONLY THINKING!!!” He yelled, growling at you.
This in turn only made you giggle some more, you were use to the boy yelling at you all the time.  He blushed and looked away again, wanting to confess so badly.

“Hey Karkat…I have something to tell you, since you are the romance god of course..” You give a light grin towards your movie partner.

Was she flushed for someone else? What if she doesn’t even like me like that. These thoughts were running through the young trolls head.

“YEAH, WHAT DO YOU WANT?” The poor troll, he had gotten so use to raising his voice, he hardly ever realized that he was still yelling, but you didn’t mind, you liked his voice, loud or soft.

“…Well..I have flush crush on someone…he’s very close to me…but I don’t know how to express my feelings..” What better way to confess, then asking for advice from the one you like.

“Who is it?” He muttered, looking at you straight in the eye.


“I said…who is it..”

Well, this plan was starting to fall apart now…wait a second…DID THAT MEAN HE LIKED YOU BACK OR SOMETHING? You squealed mentally but kept a good poker face.

“Guess…” You replied, an almost unnoticeable smirk on your face.


“Too ironic.”


“Too Derpy..”


“Too Nerdy.”


“Ew…to sweaty.”


“To nervous.”


“I mean his cape is nice, but he’s way to fishy..”

“WHO IS IT THEN?” Karkat was getting frustrated now, and had raised his voice again.

“You silly!” You exclaimed kissing him on the nose before going into a blushing, stuttering mess.

Karkat stared at you, somewhat speechless, you liked him back? Oh course you didn’t know he had liked you at all, other than being movie buddies. But the candy blooded troll had grown attached to you, and soon had realized his red feelings.

“I mean, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way-“ You got cut off by a kiss, and it was ironic enough that it was the kiss scene in the movie as well. You two kissed for a good couple of minutes, before pulling away. “Flushed for you…” he muttered as you laid a head on his shoulder.

“Flushed for you too……kitkat.”


And this is why you loved Movie nights the best.
Just something I thought of last night X3

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Fairy Tale Endings
Dave x reader

Remember how when you were younger you would hear stories about princesses always getting their prince or true love? The endings were always the same. The princess was happy for the rest of her life as she lived ‘happily ever after.’ I remember being told that fairy tale ending were real.

I woke up from another dream about meeting prince charming. Well I had already  meet mine. He had blonde hair, red eyes, and always wore aviator shades. I had known him since we were both 4. He was the infamous Dave Strider. I could always imagine him asking me to be his, whisking me away into the sunset, and we would live ‘happily ever after’.  That’s when I heard me phone beep.

Speak of the devil, he just sent me a text. ‘Hey _____ can you meet up with me? It’s really important.’ I sent back a quick yes as my imagination went wild. Maybe he wanted to ask me out, maybe he wanted to confess, or maybe- STOP! I’m 22 I really have to stop dreaming about fairy tails coming true. As much as I wish it was true I know that wouldn’t be why he wanted to meet up. He had a girlfriend. He loved her very much and they have been dating since senior year in high school. But maybe he had broken up with her- no. if I got my hopes up then they would just be crushed again.

I still remembered when he wanted me to help him ask her out. Of course I helped him. And when she said yes I had to watch as he smiled for the first time in a while. The same smile that was once directed at me. He even promised me. Not that he remembers our promise.
“Dave! Dave, look!” I ran to my best friend holding out my new favorite fairy tail. He looked at me with those pointed shades and smiled at me. Even at the age of six I could tell I was in love. His smile always made me blush. “Hey _____! What’s that another fairy tail?” “Yeah! Want to read it with me? Please!” I put on a pouty face and he chuckled as he said sure. I grabbed his hand and lead him to our tree. It was a weeping willow that we would always sleep and read under.

“See isn’t it just the best! Even though they tried to keep it from happening she still ended up with her prince!” I couldn’t help but laugh happily while I hugged the Cinderella book to my chest. Dave looked thoughtful for a minute before he held out his pinky.  “___ I promise. I’ll be your prince that way you get your happily ever after.” He was totally serious as he said it. I couldn’t help but smile wider as I wrapped my pinky around his own giving a happy yeah. He smiled back before blushing slightly. “and since I’m your prince, that makes you my princess.”
Then later when we started school things started to change.
In elementary school he would still sit and read my fairy tails with me all the time. He smiled and we were inseparable. He still called me his princess.

In middle school he would still hang out with me the most and smile, but he didn’t read stories with me anymore. I wasn’t his princess unless we were alone, and even then only occasionally.

In high school he hung out a little less with me. He never smiled. Until he got her. Jade Harley. Senior year of high school, he had me help as he wooed Jade. When she said yes he smiled. The smile that used to be directed to me. What he said next also used to be directed to me. “Then I’ll be your prince…and that makes you my princess. That was when my heart shattered. I swear I could hear it being ripped out and thrown on the ground.
~end of flashback~
Why did I have to remember that now? I was on my way to meet Dave. I didn’t need to cry in front of him. I really needed to get a boyfriend, but I was just always hoping he would keep his promise. So I never had a boyfriend. I’d been on dates but they never lead to anything.

He wanted to meet up at our willow tree. That never changed. It was always our spot. As I got closer I could see he was already there. He looked nervous and I could feel my hopes rising again.

He noticed me and waved. When I reached him he was the first to speak. “okay so _____ I need your help again. You know how you helped me get jade to go out with me.” I didn’t like where this was going. “Yeah?” “ Okay well I wanted to ask if you could help me propose to her.” yep there they went. All my hopes shattered. But just like the fool I am I would do anything for him. “O-of course Dave.” He didn’t catch my voice breaking. And he hugged me. “thanks _____ you’re the best friend ever.” Yep, friend. Never anything else.

He told me he already had everything set up and planned. He just needed my help with a few things. He planned on proposing tonight. So he went over what I had to do, we set up, and then we went to his house to help him get ready. He looked amazing in his nice black suit. He went to pick up jade while I went back to the park to wait. She was lucky. We had set up lights to hang from the weeping willow and to drape across the trees like a canopy of fireflies. I was to wait by the river and send him the items he needed when he needed them.

He really went all out. He got a dog plushie, a flower,….and a little velvet box. One guess what was inside. All I had to do to get them to him was put them on the little platform thing he made and push a button. Then the platform would launch the item to his open hand.

It was dark when they finally got to the park. She looked gorgeous in a sparkly black floor length gown. I had to watch as he took her hands and looked into her eyes. He wasn’t even wearing his shades. And the worst part was I could hear everything. I heard as he talked about her love of guns, dogs and cute things. So I sent him the plushie. I put the flower on the platform. He talked about how how she loved flowers and how she was more beautiful then any flower. So I sent him the rose.

Then… I knew I had to put the box on the platform, but… I hesitated. What if I threw it in the river? It was deep enough to be lost for a while if I did. Would that give me my happily ever after? My fairy tale ending? Maybe. Did I do it? I could hear him talking about how they had been dating for years. I lifted the box into the air. He said that he loved he so much. I pulled my arm back. He said that she light up his world. I got ready to throw it.  He said that he was her princess. I stopped.

I couldn’t do that to Dave. This meant so much to him, SHE meant so much to him. I looked over my shoulder and I saw him get on one knee. If I was going to throw it I had to do it now. So what did I do? I sent him the box. I could feel my eyes water as he caught it. I could feel my breathing hitch as I tries to hold in the tears. I saw his lips move but I could hear nothing…..until she screamed yes. She threw her arms around him and the dam broke. The last thing I saw before I ran away was him smiling as he twirled her around.

So yes, fairy tale endings are real. They didn’t lie. They just forgot to mention that not everyone can be a princess.
okay so I was in a mood for a sad story. If you notice any mistakes please point them out so I can fix them. Also please comment on my story. If you have a request they are free and just leave them in the comments or on my page. :)
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You sat at the bar sighing as you take another sip from your drink. Looking over at the dance floor you see your other friends dancing like idiots while their drinks splash on them. The only reason you came along was for the dinner all of you had before hand. There was no way you were going to get drunk or even have an alcoholic drink. You have seen how your friends get and know they need an actually sober driver since none of them can help themselves.
So what is it you were drinking? Bottled water you had brought with yourself because you didn't trust bar tenders and the guys that were sitting by the bar. You could even catch some of the looking at you like they didn't want to miss the moment you would order some alcohol which would not happen tonight. Taking another exasperated sigh you look directly at your bottle of water as it reflects your own distorted image.
You're not sure how long you had been looking at your bottle but you are only snapped out of it when you notice someone sit next to you. Looking up you see it's a guy with dark brown hair and a mohawk. He had a leather jacket and skinny jeans, along with some sandals he was wearing with socks.
 He isn't exactly average that much you can tell. But he does draw some attention, at least he drew your attention.  When you look up you catch him taking a glance at you. Oddly he turns his attention down at the counter top embarrassment flushing his face. From the glance you got he actually looked like a child, maybe he just has a young face. 
 Yup it's just a young face cuz there he goes pulling out his ID and getting a small bottle of beer. You chuckle to yourself looking up at him since you were hunching over the counter. His attention turned to you from the sound. Seeing his face you saw he had dark clear brown eyes. You flashed him a smile which he returned. 
"I take it you were in the mood to drink." You said drinking your water.
"uh, yeah, I-I guess you don't really trust the others here with your drinks huh?" He was being hesitant, from how he talked you could tell he was shy.
"Yeah, a bit of paranoia. Besides, my pals will need a sober driver." You nodded towards the dance floor. 
"I see, I came by myself, just wanted some time to unwind." He rubbed the back of his neck, probably nervous.
"I can understand, if it wasn't for who I'm here with I would do the same." 
"Well just because they need you doesn't mean you can't enjoy yourself."
"Yeah but I worry about them you know. When you know someone and they aren't watching out for themselves you just feel the need to watch out for them. Protect them as best you can." You turned around in your seat watching your friends dance.
"I understand the feeling, you're a good friend for doing that." He smiled, you caught a glimpse at his teeth and saw his canines were rather long.
"Yeah, hey I didn't catch your name." 
"Tavros Nitram at your service ma'am." He chuckled holding out a hand.
You took his hand in your own, shaking it softly, " ____ ____."
"Pleasure to meet you." He smiled but you could see he was still nervous.
"The feeling's mutual. So what are you trying to unwind from?" You asked leaning on the counter.
"The stress of getting around." He looked down taking a swig of his drink.
"What do you mean by that?" You really weren't sure what he meant.
"Well..." He was hesitant, rather than say anything he bend down rolling up his jeans to show his prosthetic legs.
"Oh, I see what you mean...." An awkward silence fell over the two of you.
"Well, it isn't exactly a constant problem, I can at least get around." Tavros said rather light heartedly.
"Yeah, and it doesn't exactly stop you from doing what you want right, it's just another challenge in life for you." You said trying to smile at him.
"Yeah, hey what are your friends like?" Tavros asked.
You felt a bit of your heart sink at his question. You turn in your seat looking at your friends. They were stumbling over each other's feet. Yet even in their drunken stupor you could tell they were enjoying themselves.
"The group of dresses and extensions over there, those are my 'friends'. They're pretty reckless and carefree. They can be persuasive when they want to be, they always manage to drag me along with them since they know I won't drink. They're a mess." You said drinking again from your bottle.
"I'm surprised they're your friends. Even more surprised if they have boyfriends. Who would be tempted considering how they're acting." You turned your head to see he was honestly confused.
"I guess it's the assholes that like an easy lay or girls like them that go after them. Clearly you're different from them." You saw a smile grace him.
"Thanks. Not everyday someone says I'm different from an asshole." He chuckled, you could feel the sarcasm he was spilling out.
"Surprising considering how non-asshole-like you are. A bit sarcastic but not an asshole." He turned smiling at you kindly.
Your eyes locked for a moment. A short but enjoyable moment. You smiled at each other with mutual blush clearly present. As much of an enjoyment as the moment was it had to end, you both turned your heads looking at nothing in particular.
"Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?" He wasn't looking at you but you could tell he was nervous.
"No, do you?" You replied swiping away his drink.
He chuckled reaching for his drink, "No I'm single as the day."
"Well the day has to end at some point." You grinned at him while he blushed.
You handed back his drink, he was blushing, "Hopefully..."
You smiled to your self. Digging through your pockets you found a pen and grabbed a napkin ripping it in half. You started writing on the napkin with Tavros leaning over your shoulder.
"What are you doing?" He was curious, you just passed him a sliver of the napkin.
"Writing down my phone number, I suggest you do the same." You said handing him your pen.
"W-what?" You chuckled handing him your phone number.
"Write down your number so I'll know it's you if you call me." You said softly as he started writing.
He handed you the paper, "You actually want me to call you?"
"Well if you want to you'll need my phone number." He handed you his own number.
"Right. Thanks." He was smiling at you.
You started gathering your things standing up, "No problem Nitram. I better get going before my group starts burning the place. I'll be expecting your call soon." You said walking towards your friends. 
"Don't worry, I will." You were already out of hearing range.

A short little story I had finished on my resent trip. Thanks to me proof reader again.
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Kankri Vantas was always going on and on about his triggers, including the triggers of others. Many occasions he'd ask yours and you'd bite your tongue, refusing to tell the troll that he was your trigger. He was your trigger for just about everything. Yet, he was still one of your closest friends. Whilst you had a moirail, you had proposed the idea of him being yours. Which, to your dismay, he had declined kindly. As kind as Kankri can possibly be, mind you, which isn't all that kind once you compare it to the kindness of... anyone else. Continuously telling you that he was 'celibate'. You knew the person whom was closest to him was Porrim, almost being at moirail status, but not quite there yet. Kankri refused to have any sort of relationship, pale, ashen, black, or red; it didn't matter. It frustrated you to no end knowing that he would probably never feel the same way back. Besides, wasn't he red for Latula? She was pretty rad, even if you knew it was an act, you wished you could be her somehow. To have Kankri remind you the little things he found endearing about you, to have him make it real apparent he was red for you. That would never happen though, right? Correct. Your flush-crush was unrequited and you knew it.

Back when you told him how you felt, he simply stood there, inhaling a deep breath. Closing his eyes as he exhaled it, you can remember every word he said, the way he enunciated each word perfectly, almost trying to use his words carefully.  After about the third time of being denied of, really, any quadrant, you gave up. The first time you had asked to be in a quadrant was pale, the second ashen with Porrim and yourself, the third you suggested black, simply since you didn't want to propose the red quadrant. Honestly, you'd be okay with any quadrant, as long as you could know he felt some sort of emotion for you; even if it were hate. You obviously weren't desperate enough to try a fourth time, so you gave up. Porrim was quite surprised by him declining, seeing as she was the one to influence you into asking him to be in a quadrant with you. (Maybe even earn her a spot in his quadrants if you got in good.) What was that one thing he tagged as a trigger before speaking? Under-privileged? Oh yeah, that was it. Surely you weren't that bad though. Your (B/C) blood couldn't have been that low in his eyes, could it? No way were you going to let him rain on your parade, well, any longer, that is. You were standing there, listening to another lecture of his. He always seemed to make his shorter nowadays, possibly from it being awkward now? That was understandable. If someone of whom you viewed as a potential 'pupil' and only that has continued trying to get into our quadrants, you would obviously be a bit weirded out by it. Okay, a bit is an understatement. You decided you wouldn't hold it against him when you practically tried forcing yourself into his quadrants. Okay, maybe you didn't do that exactly, but the way he acted made it feel like you did.

'Trigger warning: #rejection, #under-privileged, #possible hurt feelings. #yet again no, #celibate.' You remember his 'triggers' as if they were yesterday. You weren't sure what was more hurtful; the fact he tagged it as 'yet again no' or 'rejection' before saying anything more on the subject. Your eyes scanned over him as you felt your blood rushing to your cheeks, turning a slight shade of (B/C). "Are you alright, ___? Perhaps I should repeat what I have said if you were not paying attention to me. You have been acting quite oddly ever since our past exchanges, which in no case should be a reason for you to act so coldly and trigger me time and time again, but no matter, I could very well understand how much you must be angry at me. To be shot down time after time, yet perhaps  your luck will change eventually. Trigger warning: #Future confessions, #Comfortable, #Checking your privileges." Taking a deep breath, the male continued as you simply stared at him, almost not understand what he was saying, perhaps wondering if he was making fun of you. Your cheeks turned a darker shade as your eyebrows furrowed. "It would seem I might have hit a trigger, regardless, I'll proceed with caution on this matter, or any matters involving quadrants, to be precise. You seem to be flustered as your blush is growing at an incredibly rapid pace. Seeing as you could also possibly be not feeling well, meaning I was completely off with the subject of anything quadrant related, I suggest you sitting down, or even better, turning around and going to get some rest altogether back at your hive."

What was he even rambling about anymore? You had tuned out a long time ago as you played with your fingernails, chipping the paint off little by little by the more frustrated you got. "You shouldn't do that, you see, when you do that you're simply scratching and ripping off most of the top layer of your nails, not only it is very triggering when you're constantly picking at your polish when I'm--"

"Trigger warning, #Don't care, #I'm leaving, #Finish your essay later.." You felt a bit bad mocking him, even after seeing how his face somewhat twisted, but returned back to normal within seconds. "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow."

"Ah, alright. Get some rest, ___. I am considering the possibilities that you might have swallowed some sopor while sleeping in your recuperacoon, seeing how hostile you're acting towards me today. Sopor, unfortunately, has a different effect on each and every troll/human that tries to ingest it, or, ingests it by accident. While it gives some a euphoric feeling, or gives you the illusion as if you're floating, on some the results are the exact opposite. Did you know that the slime that we call sopor is actually..."

Walking away while he was in the middle of his essay, err, ramblings, you knew you'd get lectured on that as soon as you saw the male again. When were you ever going to face him and not get completely frustrated when he acted like a complete and utter nuisance? You had a natural thirst for knowledge, however, that made you keep going back to him like a moth drawn to a bright light. Okay, maybe it wasn't the knowledge you liked, it was just him, but to you it seemed like a good enough cover, especially in trying to convince yourself you were no longer flushed for him; in which case you were.

After hanging out for the rest of the day, you fell asleep pestering your moirail. Waking up in the morning to a knocking at your front door, you cleared your throat and made your way to your door. Seeing Kankri standing there, he opened his mouth to speak, but paused, looking down at your messy hair, sopor on your bare shoulder, drowsy eyes and soft yawning, you still in your pajamas. "Good morning, ___. I was simply coming over to ask if you would like to spend the day with me today, seeing as Porrim packed me a picnic basket and told me to come get you. I was not quite sure what she was hinting at, but she told me that you perhaps might enjoy spending the day with me. Not to mention she threatened me with a few things, such as telling you some of my utmost important secrets. Becoming triggered I took the opportunity to spend some quality time teaching you and such. First, you should probably get decent, since you look as if you had just woke up. Also, don't wearing such revealing things. You could trigger someone in the more sexual of ways."

"I did just wake up, but never mind, come in. I'll get ready quick, just sit down and make yourself at home, okay? I'll keep that in mind as well, Kankri." You gave him your best smile, then quickly ran to make yourself decent.

Spraying yourself with some perfume, brushing your teeth, getting dressed, then brushing your hair out, you took one last glance at yourself before deciding you looked good enough. Making your way back out, Kankri insisted on holding the door open for you as always, then the two of you made your way towards this little open area that was under a tree. Standing there as you took a blanket out of the bag, you started singing quietly, the lyrics happening to be about love, which Kankri had told you could be a possible trigger. Not only that, but they didn't seem to make sense. You sighed, trying to find a few rocks to hold the blanket down. As you started putting them on the edges, he decided to continue rambling seeing as he felt he still had your complete and utter attention; which he did. He always did.

"Since we seemed to end up on the subject of romance yet again, I feel I have to tell you something that you perhaps might like. Although, you could take it the complete opposite way and nothing good will come of me telling you. Trigger warnings, #Chance of rejection, #Red quadrant, #First quadrant ever being asked to fill, #Flush-crush, #Potential ship?, although I really don't like speaking of ships, or anything that involves pailing, I suppose I will step out of my comfort zone to tell you what is currently on my mind. Well, what has been on my thinkpan for quite some time now."

You couldn't do anything but stare at him as you turned on your heel, now speechless. Taking this as a good sign, he continued to ramble, trying to get his point across. "Well, as you may know, you have tried to get in three of my four quadrants, red being the only one you have yet to pursue. Whilst I am not too keen on being asked myself, it somewhat confuses me that you have yet to ask. Regardless of the fact I don't feel pale, ashen, or black for you does in no way not mean I don't feel completely and utterly... what is the word? infatuated, smitten, awestruck, ensorcelled, captivated, and or enamored by you. You have a beguiling smile that makes me feel lifted and makes me, well, feel as if there were a million winged-beasts in my stomach. That little way that you laugh either from nervousness or pure joy is melodious and uplifting. Do you remember that time you had fallen in front of the entire group, hoping no one saw, but when mostly everyone did and started laughing, you simply stood and laughed as well? You seemed to feel quite embarrassed after almost everyone had left, hanging your head a bit. Even though you were almost certain no one had known you felt even in the slightest upset over it, I could tell and the fact that you shrugged it off, I found that quite admirable." Shifting from foot to foot, he sighed quietly. "Whenever our eyes somehow hold contact from across the room, I can feel my blood pumping organ almost stop for a slight second. Your scent is intoxicating and, well, the way that you listen to any of my constant lectures and or ramblings is nice considering no one gives me the time of day as far as they go. I don't think I've met such a kindhearted, wonderful person ever before I met you. No one on Beforus, or Alternia, nor Earth, for that matter, that I've met could even compare in the slightest shred of a bit to you, ____."

You sat down on the blanket since your knees were buckling slightly, swallowing any remaining saliva in your mouth as your heart started beating fast, so hard it almost hurt you. "What I'm getting at, ___, is in that in all honesty, I'm flushed for you. After a short while, you seemed to mesmerize me and I felt myself going from a pale red, to one that is even brighter and more vivid than my blood color. I didn't think it was quite possible, so, whenever you'd ask to be in a quadrant, or would hint at it, I could feel myself somehow becoming a bit disappointed. Thinking to myself, maybe you wouldn't wish to be in a red relationship, committed to me in that sort of romantic sense. What I'm asking is, would you give me the pleasure of you being my matesprit?"

You remained silent, still trying to comprehend what all he was saying. Was it hot in here? You felt as if you were about to pass out. You had liked him for about, how long as it been now, 3 years straight? Three taunting, tantalizing years of a feeling of hopeless, unrequited love. Now he was here, standing in front of you, telling you he had felt the exact same feelings and asking you to be in a quadrant of his? Especially one that you were hoping for, the only one you didn't ask about. "I completely and fully understand if you say no, or decline, but I would like for your feedback and a reply to everything I have just said."

Standing once you got your strength back, the wind felt wonderful against your heated cheeks, his were also a slight red. Getting closer to him, you watched him closely, hoping not to offend him as your eyes shot from his eyes to his lips, then back, before you closed them, then closed the space between your lips and his. Pulling away a few seconds later when you felt him being unresponsive. Nearly crashing his lips back against yours hungry, almost as he needed this more than anything, he clutched at the back of your shirt, wanting to be closer. A bit surprised at first, you couldn't help but smile, then wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tangling into his hair as you gently pulled at it, occasionally pushing his head towards you more. Your lips moved against his as he placed kiss after sweet kiss on your lips, before turning it a bit more passionate. He tugged at your lower lip with his teeth, letting your lip stretch slightly before letting it go. Opening your mouth for him, he slowly traced your mouth with his tongue, eventually finding your own. Your breathing, that was currently through your nose, was becoming a bit more rushed and you knew you'd have to break away soon. Enjoying the way he tasted, the way his tongue gently caressed and rubbed against yours, the way he clung to you for dear life. After a few more moments, the two of you parted, still remaining close. For the first time, it seemed Kankri was speechless, the only words out of his mouth being, "Wow" and "I've wanted that for so long."

Laughing quietly, you pulled him down to sit with you, you sitting in his lap as you gently pecked him on the lips again. "Maybe later we could go a bit farther." You suggested, your heart starting to regain it's more normal pace. Kankri remained silent, clearly flustered by what you had said. "Flushed for you more than you'll ever know, Kankri Vantas."

"Flushed for you as well, ____."

Fourth time's the charm. That was for sure. You supposed even if it wasn't the exact saying, you'd accept it. Perhaps instead of the third time, the fourth was secretly the charm along? Yeah, that was good enough for you for now. At this moment in time, all you wanted to do was enjoy your picnic and cuddle with your new matesprit, making the most of your time in his warm embrace on this beautiful day. You had to remember to thank Porrim.
This is so long, omg. This is like all of my Mituna fics bunched up in one. I just have this feeling that Kankri would probably take a lot more time to get warmed up to.
I hope I did this okay, seeing as it was my first time actually writing as Kankri. (Since I can relate to Kankri a lot, even though I'm a Virgo, I just word things the way I would word these sorts of matters.)
I'm currently also working on an Equius fanfiction and another Kankri fic that is a lot more... fluffy.

Kankri Vantas and Homestuck (c) :iconhussieplz:
You (c) :iconkankrivantasplz: and his many, many triggers.
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:finalfantasyfinger: Put your finger here! Loseur. 

:finalfantasyfinger: Met ton doigt ici!





Seizure kitty emote 


Trafalgar Law Emote Your Fucking finger! 

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omg this sucks so much, I'm sorry..
and pardon my english *3* I hope you understand :iconotlplz:

some people asked about how I make the sky 8D so I made this little tutorial^^
as you can see it's very simple and I believe anyone could do it <3

these are the type of clouds I used on this pictures:

this tutorial is old omg *A*

thank you :iconcocoloveplz:
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as has been requested by many :dummy::heart:

I'm not confident about my english guys, sorry if I did mistakes~
This is just an example of a night sky. you can find a better, greater night skies in photographs. so I recommend you to browse a lot of photos for inspiration ;) for example, the shape of the milky way, I did a very funny one in this tutorial :lol: but there are many ways to create them. let your imagination runs wild <3
and before you ask, yes, I only use Paint tool SAI. no other programs :'D

good luck, and I hope this tutorial helps~

update 1:
:bulletwhite: you can also copy and paste instead of using dulipcate layer option.
:bulletwhite: if you dont have addition blend mode on your SAI I recommend you to try luminosity ;) I think they're the same.
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Holy shit. That file is fucking massive. Holy god.
I'm so sorry.
But not really because this is the best tutorial.
But yeah! That's EVERYTHING you need to know about that.


turntable designs belong originally to Hussie dsahkdjhak

i don't even care
i fixed y'alls dumb problems that weren't even a real problem you guys are so smart why.

anyway, i put it off for too long because that file is a terror to open.
and it is so perfectly hideous that i will look away now.
i will never touch this file again.
you're welcome.
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DRAMAtical Murder.
Sick!Mink x Dandere!Reader.


You never thought it possible that Mink, of all people, would drop sick in the middle of a snowless Winter. It was unexpected, really. He was such a large and strong man that you thought his immune system would be impregnable by sickness.

You were wrong though, obviously enough. He was only human, after all.

You sighed in pity and picked up the towel on Mink's forehead, before dropping it into the bucket of water beside you - wetting it with cool water. You drew it out and wrung the water out - before folding it in half. You placed it back onto the buff man's forehead, and released yet another pitiful sigh.

You didn't know what he had ate, but it seemed that Mink had caught a gastro bug. When he had returned back to your shared house, which was isolated in the mountains of Midorijima, in a small area called Kage Chou, he was sickly pale and barely standing up on his own two feet. You rushed to him at the time, and quickly, but gently, got him to his room and lowered him into his bed. Before this, though, he had thrown up in the hallway.

'Poor soul,' You thought, after you had tucked him in and cleaned the vomit. 'All he is throwing up is bile. It must burn his throat...'

When you had returned to Mink's side, you brought with you two buckets and an old, [least fave. colour] face washer. One of the buckets was filled with tap water, and the other was empty - so he could throw up in it if needed. The washer you brought, that now sat on his face, was old so you didn't care what happened to it. You also hated the colour, so maybe now you could finally get rid of it without waste.

You poked Mink in the side, shyly, wondering if he was awake or not.

“M-M-Mink…?” You suttered, poking him once more. He stirred slightly, cracking one eye open to gaze at your [eye colour] hues. His face was still sickly pale, and beads of sweat mixed with water from the washer dripped down his face and onto the pillow his head laid on. His normal breathing of deep inhales had changed to little puffs and sucks of air. ...It made you wonder if his lungs were getting enough oxygen.

A blush spread across your face as he continued to stare at you. You started to fidget around in your seat under his weakened, yet amazingly still quite intimidating, gaze. “What is it?” Mink asked, his voice raspy from sickness. You let out a small “eh?”, before casting your eyes away in embarrassment. You didn’t actually need anything from him, so you had woken him up for nothing… Gulping slightly, you decided to see if he needed anything - just so you wouldn’t have to give him the lame reply of “nothing”.

“D-do you need a-anything?” You stuttered. You opted to start playing with your fingernails to distract yourself from your pounding heart, and your warming cheeks…

Mink discreetly cast his line of vision down to your hands, before they returned back to your eyes. You heard him sigh quietly to himself as he rolled his head toward the roof - concentrating on the wooden boards above him.


You nodded, and got up from the wooden chair you sat on. “I-I will leave you to sleep then. I’ll be in the living room if you need me…” You trailed off, and turned to the door - leaving him in silence, and you without a reply.

. . . 

Night was falling, and the cold air was getting cooler. You shivered on your coach, quickly closing the open window behind you before turning back to your copy of [fave. book]. You loved this book to death, and since it was a quiet activity, there was no way you’d be able to disturb Mink in the other room. Genius, you had thought.

You heard thumping and shuffling coming from the hallway, and you lifted your head to that direction. Mink’s slowly moving silhouette was the first thing you could see in the dimmed hall, and your tall friend stepped out into the living room’s light.

“A-are you alright, M-Mink?” You stuttered, shifting in your seat and putting your book down on the wooden coffee table in front of you. He lifted his hand up slightly, signalling for you to stop moving. You did what you were told and stayed put. Your roommate slowly made his way over to you, and stopped at the foot of the couch - were the end of your body was stretched to. You tilted your head to the side a little, wondering what he was up to.

“M-Mink...?” You stuttered, craning your head to meet his tired eyes.

“...” He said nothing as he lent over the foot of the couch, and climbed on top of you. He laid down, lying his head on your stomach and letting his shin-downwards hang off the [2nd fave. colour]  leather armrest.

A blush grew on your face, and your voice squeaked, “W-w-what are you doing?!”

“...I can’t sleep,” He mumbled into your stomach, wrapping his arms underneath your body. “So I’m going to stay here.”

Silence settled across the room once more. The blush on your face flourished into a full-blown splatter of red. You grew stiff, having no idea what to do with your hands - or the rest of your body. Everything seemed awkward. Even just breathing, with your chest moving up and down, caused you great embarrassment…

“...You don’t have to be so stiff,” Mink commented, his voice dulled by your [fave. colour] shirt. “I’m not going to do anything…”

You let out a small sigh of relief, and relaxed your body.


Came the small voice.

Your body stiffens once more, and you shoot your embarrassed gaze down to the man lying on your tummy. Mink had shifted his head so you could just see his eyes peering at you. You left him grin slightly against your skin, and your heart sped up greatly. You tried to hide your ever-deepening blush with your [hair colour] bangs, but alas, it was all for nowt. Mink shifted his hand out from under your back, and raised it to your face - pushing the bangs behind your [skin tone] ears with a distinct gentleness that only belonged to him.

“...You shouldn’t worry so much,” He mumbled, gazing into your [eye colour] gems. “I would never do anything that you’d dislike.”

Mink’s gold eyes were flicked behind you in an instant, and he gestured towards it. “Look,” He said, turning your head around around with his one-of-a-kind gentleness. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw flakes of white falling beyond the window of your warm home. You shifted your body as much as you could under Mink’s weight to get a better view.

“It’s the first snow of Winter…” You whispered, eyes widening. It was incredibly bizarre. For some reason, snow never seemed to fall in this area - and it hadn’t for almost seven years. “Look how white it is…” You commented quietly. Your eyes were caught in a trance staring at the delicate flakes of ice that you’ve hadn’t seen in years.

You felt Mink’s head settle back down onto your tummy, and his sick puffs of breath slow down just a little.

“...You shouldn’t make that face,” Mink mumbled, eyes closed. “It makes me want to kiss you.”

You turned back to the male, with an embarrassed look on your face. “...D-don’t be silly,” You mumbled back, quite flustered.

“...Yeah,” Mink said, seemingly agreeing. “...I’ll kiss you when I’m better.”
...Greetings, friends. I hoped you enjoyed a little dose of sick Mink...

This was a request by :iconlumear:. I'm so sorry it took me ages to get around to this! I do hope you liked it, however - and if you are dissatisfied with it, please let me know! :) (Smile) 

Here were the request details:

Anime: DRAMAtical Murder
Character(s): Mink
Character(s) Profession: ///
Theme, Genre, etc. of the Story: Either Mink or the reader is sick, and the other is attempting to nurse them back to health
Reader Personality/Profession Traits: Dandere
Relationship: You can pick this one c:
Extra Notes: I'm sorry if Mink is a difficult character to work with ;-;"

Preview image found here:…
I take no credit for the creation of the image. All rights go to the respective artist.

DRAMAtical Murder (C) Nitro+CHiRAL
Mink (C) Nitro+CHiRAL
Storyline (C) FaiOtaku
You (C) You

If you love reader inserts, then please check out my group! We're just beginning, so our archive is limited. If you're a reader insert writer yourself, then please, join us and contribute your work! :) (Smile) 

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I think that England will always see America as a little boy, no matter how much he has grown. Even when America has become his lover, it's gonna still be hard for England to change these thoughts toward him.
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I did a quick picture of Germany today, the whole thing took about 3 hours, i hope you like it!
I'll make this picture better later ;P

I don't own Germany
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Hetalia -- Germany and Italy

Ludwig Beilschmidt/Germany and Edit :: Me
Feliciano Vargas/Italy :: xunsunghero
Photographed by :: gaara-luvr-forever</sub>
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Hetalia -- Germany and Italy

Ludwig Beilschmidt/Germany and Edit :: Me
Feliciano Vargas/Italy :: xunsunghero
Photographed by :: gaara-luvr-forever</sub>
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Just draw him for relaxing(?) hahaha XD

So much work to do orz .... ; ;
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pewdiepie lemon

I rolled over and threw an arm over my boyfriend Felix, one problem arose instantly. He wasn't in bed with me! That bastard was probably recording again, this was a common problem when you happened to be the special someone of the most lovable and funny swede on the internet. A scream of pure unmasked horror arose from Pewds special room, this made me giggle.
-” Pewds is playing amnesia.” I sang in a low voice. This sparked a deviously pleasant plan in my dirty little mind, I snuck up out of our bed and to the closet. Snickering to myself I chose my best and sexiest underwear for my plan, then I discarded of any clothing I had on and put the new underwear on. Trying my best I stalked over to Felix and his “workplace”, he didn't notice me when I stood right behind him so I leaned down.
-” peeewdiiiepiiieeee.” I used my best demon voice whisper right next to his ear, Felix jumped like two feet into the air and screamed like a little girl.
-” pleease don't kill meee!!! Dam it stefano I told you the BARRELS WOULD DO THIS!!!!!!!!!! I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO!!!!” Felix screamed at the top of his lungs, then he realized it was me standing there nearly peeing myself from laughter and not a demon from hell. “ ____? why would you do that?”
laughing is a very good thing when you don't have a good answer as to why you would possibly want to try to give your boyfriend a heart attack in the middle of the night, soon enough my knees couldn't support me anymore and I fell over landing on a pile of laundry still laughing like a mental patient. This made Felix activate sulking mood, he turned back at the computer.
-” okay, don't mind her, bros! It's just mah girlfriend and NO FAPPING TO HER!!!!! I mean it!” Felix did the “ I’m watching you” hand gesture. “ her boobs will loose their perfect roundness if you do and that WILL RUIN MY LIFE … forever....” glare into the camera.” so anyways we were here and that thing was making a very short work with our asses, I mean SERIOUSLY?! He didn't even take me on a date first.”
Say what you want about Felix, or Pewdiepie as he sometimes made me call him in bed, but when he wanted to deliver a compliment he made it in the funniest way possible.
-” awwww, sweety!” I giggled, then I made my way out of the pile of laundry and draped my arms around Felix. “ thank you.”
I gently kissed his neck, Felix screamed in horror again and almost turned me deaf.
-” Felix, honney …..”
I was cut of by another scream.
-” why do you insist on …..”
scream again, this time it ended with heavy panting and whimpers of fear.
-” sweety.” I cooed and stroked his hair in an attempt to comfort him, guess who screamed so loud I bet the whole neighborhood heard us. In pure panic Felix paused the game and hid his face between my boobs.
-” okay, sweety I think you need to have some happy time to recover.” I suggested in my most comforting voice.
-” you're right!” Felix voice was obstructed by my boobs, but I could still hear him. Suddenly he bolted away from me, turned around and started googling.
-” ah needz mah kittiehz!”
I raised an eye brow at this.
-” that wasn't what I had in mind.”
-” oh, really?” Felix turned around. “ what did you.....”
finally he saw my very suggestive outfit and cough on to what I wanted.
-” …..oh.”
-” so what do you say, my brave knight?”
Felix paused and thought about it for a moment, I could see how his blond eyebrows furrowed over his blue eyes and the cogs in his head turn.
-” blue really bring out the color of your eyes.”
cue death glare.
-” and the shape of your ass.”
cue big smile.
-” I knew you would pull through so are you ready to dance the pork dance?”
Felix groaned.
-” don't call it that!” Felix protested. “ call it dancing between the sheets.”
-” how about: doing the hubba hubba.” I did my best sexy approach.
-” sink the ship.”
-” hide the sausage.” I straddled Felix lap, it was a bit of tricking around due to the fact that he was sitting in an office chair. Finally I settled in, my boobs in perfect height to Felix face.
-” doing the nasty.”
-” coitus.” I leaned in and put my forehead against Felix's.
-” doing you know what with you know who.”
-” bow chica wow wow.”
Before Felix could say anything else I pressed my lips against his. His soft warm lips moved against mine and his stubble was still in some strange way a huge turn on, soon enough things turned heated. We parted for air.
-” you did that because you knew I would win.” Felix panted, I shrugged
-” maybe.”  
then I stood up, turned around and did my best sexy walk out of the room.
-” why don't we find out?” I said on the way.
-” but I promised Cry I would....” Felix whimpered.
-” then you sleep on the couch for the next month.” I replied. “ I'll be in the bed room waiting, so do hurry!”
There was silence for about five seconds followed by a furious scramble, I was picked up and thrown over Felix shoulder.
-” like hell my sexy female will go horny in my house!” He said and carried me to the bed room.
-” oh, really? The last month I had to sleep alone!”
I was thrown on the bed and Felix crawled on top of me.
-” you were never alone, you have these!” Felix said and squeezed my boobs causing me to yelp.
-” not the same thing as....” I was cut of by Felix's lips on mine. I threw my arms around his neck, his mouth left mine and trailed of to my neck.
-” Pewds.... “ I tried to protest, he knew how ticklish I was but he also knew how good it felt when he kissed my neck. Felix chuckled.
-” this time I don't have to ask you.” His hot breath, mouth moving and stubble made it impossible to contain my moans longer. Fist pumping into the air first Felix trailed lower to my boobs, he reached around to unstrap my bra but had no luck.
-” BRAS!!!! my new archenemy!!!!” Felix screamed.
-” what about the barrels?” I giggled, Felix pouted in the most adorable way ever!
-” they both hate me.”
-” let me help you.”
I reached up front and unclasped the bra, yes it was a front-lock. Felix just stared at what had just happened in disbelief.
-” what kind of sorcery is this?” he whispered.
-” the kind of sorcery that would like to have sex now.”
-” your every wish is my command, my fair lady.” Felix shot me a playful look. “ I just have to play with my booty first matey.”
one of his hands gently fondled with one of my boobs and his mouth latched on to the other one, gently sucking my nipple. His other hand traveled down to grab my butt and massage it gently, I guess that is what he meant with playing with his bootey. I moaned and raised my chest against his mouth to encourage him, it worked. His hand stroked my hip and started working on my panty line, carefully Felix grazed of my underwear. Same underwear was thrown away into the darkest corners of the room, I managed to get Felix's shirt off and it flew gracefully as a pregnant telephone pole* and landed near my discarded underwear.
Felix's fingers carefully stroked my holy parts and my breath hitched, Felix chuckled.
-” boy, you feel as ready as I do.”
his fingers entered me and twirled around, I bucked my hips and moaned loud in response. Felix moved his mouth to my other breast and his thumb circled my clit, this was driving me crazy with lust and he knew it.
To my displeasure Felix suddenly stopped and pulled out his fingers, I protested briefly before Felix smashed his lips onto mine. Our bodies pressed together an I could feel something hard against my thigh, I broke free from the kiss long enough to say:
-” oh, my! Is that a gameboy in your pants or are you just happy to see me?”
as a response Felix bucked his hips against me and grunted. I flipped us so I was on top, trailing kisses from his jaw to his shoulder while I unbuckled his pants. My hands found his manhood and started working it carefully, making it harder. Felix grunted and his hand found my hair, grabbing a hand full.
-” _____.” Felix panted. “ I want you to ride me like there is no tomorrow.”
-” tomorrow you will be back with your fans and I will be alone again.”
-” yes, but I will always....”
-” if you start singing I swear to god I will leave you horny for the rest of the night.”
Felix smiled sheepishly.
-” only if you call me Pewdiepie tonight.”
-” fine!”
Felix slapped my butt.
-” that's more like it!”
we discarded the rest of our clothes, Felix laid down again and I straddled him. Locking eyes he helped me to insert his manhood inside my wet core, with a long moan from both of I sank down and took in his full length. I bent down and kissed Felix again before I slowly started moving up and down, Felix grunted again. His hands gripped my hips helping me keep a steady pace, every up and down brought me great pleasure and soon I panted and moaned Felix's name.
-” Felix...”
-” that's not it!” Felix replied and smacked my butt.
-” P-pew...”
Felix bucked his hips when I came down and I almost screamed in pleasure.
-” _____!”
-” i'm so close, Pewds...” I moaned, I always had a hard time moving when I was close, Felix knew this so he flipped us over so he was on top. He picked up the pace and soon we both climaxed in grunts and screams of pleasure. Exhausted Felix laid down next to me and took me in his arms, I cuddled closer. For a moment all we could hear was our own panting, then from both apartments below and above us a steady and very annoyed thumping noise was heard.
-” it's one am and I have to work at four, I don't need to hear your love making!” Mr. Buretti screamed from above.
-” be quiet up there, rude teenagers! This lady needs her beauty sleep!” Mrs. Giovanni screamed from below.
-” you're gonna need a lot more than sleep to become beautiful, you old hag!” Felix screamed at Mrs. Giovanni. We both broke down laughing.
-” I love you, Felix slash Pewdiepie.”
-” I love you too, ____!”
we cuddled closer and ignored our very upset neighbors and fell asleep.
i was asked to do this by :iconfanchic: 

* sits in corner* 
i'm sorry its bad, i don't really like Pewds so much and he is very OC and he behaves as i think he would behave. it is bad and i am so verry sorry.
*hides in shame*

i don't own Pewdiepie
or you..... yet.....
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It was a normal day in the Akatsuki household. Some people were away for missions, while most stayed behind, for they had nothing to do. One of those people were you. And another one was Itachi.
The time was at breakfast, and Itachi gobbled some dangos for breakfast. They only one else at the kitchen table was you. You had nothing to do, so you laid your chin on the table, daydreaming about anything you like. And dangos. You peeked at Itachi eating a dango, and you realized.
You never knew what a dango tasted like.
Knowing that Itachi could be quite competitive on dangos, you merely looked away and tried to ignore it, but Itachi could see your stares.
He held out a stick and asked, "[name] do you want one?"
"Ah! No, I'm alright."
And you turned away, a frustrated look on your features.
When you were thinking about colorful, bouncy dangos, you felt something on your cheeks.
"Wha-? Itachi-senpai?"
Itachi kept poking your cheek with the dango, a hard to read expression on his face.
"Don't you want it?'
"Here. Open your mouth."
Hesitantly, you opened your mouth, and let Itachi poke a dango past your lips. Closing your lips on the dango, you pulled back and munched on it, smiling as you savored its favor.
"Itachi-senpai, it actually tastes pretty good."
Itachi would've said that it was pretty good, but that was the from the best view that he got. :)
I need to manage whether saying one-shot or not. But you guys get the point. XD
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    Your tail twitched as you sniffed the air. You smelled ramen.
    It had been awhile since you had seen any people. You were cast away from your village because of your so called deformities, which you had hidden for fourteen years. But, one accidental push in a shop, a fallen hat, and your secret was out. Your parents were killed for harboring a 'monster' and you were banished, in fear of cursing the village.
    Even so, you were determined to find a new start, a village that wouldn't see you as a demon. And to secure your happiness, you would never hide your ears or tail, but instead show them off.
    Introductions aside, you had gone a long time without real food. You had been living off of the various plants and berries you could ind in the forest. You slowly crept towards the source of the smell. Maybe it would be a hut!
    You peaked above a bush to see what you would be dealing with. It was only a single blonde boy sitting at a campfire. 
    A large smile exploded on your face as you jumped onto the boy, hugging his neck from behind. "Another human!" You yelled. He flinched and broke free from your grasp, jumping behind the fire.
    "Who the hell are you?!" His face was priceless. He just couldn't believe that someone was able to sneak up behind him like that.
    "My name is _______!" You introduced yourself and stood up. Your ears perked up and your tail made a happy little swish. "It's been a long time since I've seen another human! Who are you?"
    "I'm Naruto Uzumaki." He relaxed slightly and walked over to you. "What exactly do you think you're doing fox girl?"
    You flinched a bit at his attitude, but your smile remained. "I was hoping to find someone soon! And I did!" You giggled at his surprise and hugged him. "I hope you don't mind me tagging along, because it's happening!"
    He blushed and stared at you awkwardly before smiling. "Alright then. I'll bring you back to Konoha, my village. You can stay there, okay?"
    "Okay!" You giggled and smashed your face into his jacket. "You smell like fox! It's nice!"
    He tensed at your words. She can smell the nine tails? He thought, confusion etched on his face.
    "Are you a jinjuriki?" You asked. A spark of amazement and wonder filled your eyes as you looked up at him.
    "How did you know that?" He asked. He was utterly confused.
    "I could smell it. Duh!" You rolled your eyes playfully and explained it as if it was obvious.
    He nodded, even though he was still confused. "Well, I guess you're special then." He broke away and looked you over. "Very special indeed."
    "Yup! My village didn't think so though. They kicked me out." Your expression gave way to a sad one. "They thought that I was a monster."
    Suddenly, his attitude changed. He realized just how similar the two of you were. He smiled and lightly kissed your forehead. A blush heated your face and you stared at him in slight wonder. 
    He ruffled your hair and walked over to the fire. "Hey, do you want this ramen?"
Hello! Request for a fluffy, shippidun, fox girl, Naruto x reader, FILLED! I suck at writing fluffy things, so I hope that this makes the cut. :iconmitsuko-kitsune: 

As you all should know, I on nothing but the story line!

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"Hurry, _____!" Feliciano cheered as he sprinted past a few wandering tourists.

Panting, you continued to run after the bubbly Italian. His bright personality could sometimes be a little too bright, nonetheless, you loved your boyfriend of 3 years to death.

Feeling yourself come to a neat stop, you leaned against the nearest wall in order to catch your breath. You weren't wearing the best running clothes, just a delicate cream color dress and white heels. Your feet were currently killing you.

Did I also mention you two were spending your spring break in Italy? Venice, to be exact.

Feli noticed that you had stopped running. He cheerfully skipped towards you and held out his hand. You had no idea where in the world he was taking you tonight.

"Come on, _______! It's not far away!"

Still panting, you took a hold of his hand.

"What's not far away?"

"I cannot tell! It's a sorpresa!"

And with that, he dragged you towards a series of concrete stairs that led into the Italian canal. For a moment, he just stood there, as if awaiting for somebody to show up. Giving him another couple of minutes, you remained silent.

After the two minutes was over, you sighed and placed your slim hand on his left shoulder. He swiftly turned towards you, never ceasing to smile.

"Umm, Feli? Why are we waiting here? Because I don't know what you're planning but-" You were cut off by a gondola parking itself near you and Feliciano.

Eyes wide, your jaw dropped and your hand fell back to your side. Your boyfriend laughed and helped you onto the miniature boat. It was decorated with a large variety of exotic flowers and an oil lamp was resting on one of the seats. A small man with sleek black hair stood on the other end of the gondola, giving you a heartwarming smile.

Must be the driver of this thing.

Feli sat on the free spot next to you, getting himself comfortable.

"Oh, Feli. This is so sweet of you! I've always wanted to go on a gondola, you know. But this must have costed you a fortune!" you remembered one of your friends telling you that a single gondola ride was extremely expensive.

Nodding, he pecked your cheek.

"Sciocchezza! I did it for you, and that's all that counts, vee~?"

Giggling, you gladly returned the kiss.

It was getting dark pretty quickly, but a few city lights still shined brightly, enabling you to see. The small man started to ram gently, making the gondola feel as if it were gliding on the darkened waters. Everything seemed amazing tonight.

You turned your head to look at Feliciano, the small amount of lights making him look mysterious and extremely handsome. His eyes kept looking in front, as if he were lost in thought. You took the opportunity to look around for yourself as well.

There weren't many people outside anymore, which gave you pure and blissful silence. How it was relaxing.

And then out of the blue, the driver stopped ramming and took out a small wooden guitar. You raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was up to. Then began the music.

When the moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie
That's amore
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine
That's amore
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing "Vita bella"
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella

You instantly recognized the song. Giggling, you poked your boyfriend in the arm. He chuckled and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, keeping you close.

When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool
That's amore
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You're in love
When you walk down in a dream but you know you're not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli
That's amore

When the moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie
That's amore
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine
That's amore
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing "Vita bella"
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella

When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool
That's amore
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You're in love
When you walk down in a dream but you know you're not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli
That's amore
Lucky fella

When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool
That's amore
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You're in love
When you walk down in a dream but you know you're not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli
That's amore, amore
That's amore

As the song ended, you brought your hands together and started clapping them together. The little man noticed your small clapping and chuckled, happy to know somebody appreciated his music.

When he resumed his task, Feliciano turned you so you were now facing him and took your hands into his.

"__________, we met at an art gallery. I was admiring some of Da Vinci's finest work and I thought to myself: I cannot think of anything more beautiful than this! The moment I turned around, my eyes spotted you; a young woman contemplating Michelangelo's The Last Judgment. At first, your back was the one facing me. And then you turned around, and I swear, I felt everything around me stop instantly. Bella, you are the most gorgeous piece of art God has ever created. And I am so blessed to have you in my life." He sounded so serious when he spoke, which kind of surprised you at first.

But by now, your eyes were tearing up and you had both of your hands covering your mouth. Speechless, you were absolutely speechless. Without hesitating, you threw both of your arms around his neck and showered his face with kisses.

He chuckled  but it wasn't one you recognized. You looked at him in the eye and you knew he had much more to say.

"I brought you here tonight because I know how much you love Italy and I wanted to make everything perfect when I would ask you this..." His hand dug into his coat pocket, but he seemed to be struggling a bit.

"Feli, are you-" Your eyes grew even wider when he pulled out a little black velvet box.

"...and now I must know; ______, will you accept to be my wife?"

Letting a little chuckled escape your lips, you nodded your head repeatedly. Feliciano smiled happily at your reply and slipped the delicate ring onto your finger. Soon after, you tackled him to the bottom of the gondola and kissed him square on the lips. You could feel him smirk and wrap his arms around your waist.

"I love you so much."

"Ti amo troppo."


As you went under a little bridge, both of you were too busy kissing each other to notice the two men spying on you from above.

"Lovino, did he ask her yet?"

The dark haired man holding the binoculars glared at his friend as he was trying to catch a glimpse of his brother and his soon to be wife.

"I think so, she just showered him with kisses."

"Aww, that's so cute!"

Sighing, Lovino nodded and resumed on his spying.

"Yup, that's amore."

A few moments of silence passed by until the Spaniard spoke once again.

"Hey Lovi~"

"What?!" the Italian was clearly beginning to get irritated.

"Can I have the binoculars now?"

"No, you tomato bastard!"
Vee~ :iconsqueeeeplz: How can you possibly not love Feli? He's just so... ASDFGHJKL :iconcuteitalyplz:

The song in this is called (you guessed it) That's Amore by Dean Martin, and I blame it for making me write this! I was in a Italy/Romano mood, okay...

This is a oneshot, so even if you guys beg and plead for a second part, all I can say is NEIN! :iconnomemeplz: (but I still love you all)

Hetalia belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz ©
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You snuggled closer to Levi as Simba walked dramatically in the rain to the top of Pride Rock. He reached for another Oreo from the box only to find that you had taken the last one and was about to eat it.

He looked at you before saying, "Hey give me that."

You blinked at him, "Why?" you asked a slight whine in your voice.

"You ate pretty much the entire box," he replied.

You waved the sugary cookie in his face, "You want it? Come and get it," you said before shoving it in your mouth. You smiled smugly but before you could chew it he leaned over and pressed is lips to yours. He used his tongue to nudge the cookie towards him before pulling it out with his teeth.

Your mouth hung open at the wizardry he just performed. He smirked at you as he ate the cookie, pretending to pay attention to Simba and Nala's new baby.

"You look rather smug," you said, pouting.

"Tch," was his only response. You decided to have some fun. You pulled your knees up and hugged then as you scowled at the wall.

The credits started rolling and he glanced at you before sighing.

"What do you want?"

"Purdy's hedgehog chocolate?"

"Purdy's is a ten minute walk from here and its raining, no way in hell am I going all the way there."

"But you took the last Oreo,"  you said trying to keep a straight face.

"Its just a cookie," he replied.

Your eyes widened and you whipped around and pinned him to the couch.

"Oreos are not just cookie."

He knew this was happening again, You were going to give him the Oreo lecture. it would be just like high school. The first day you had actually had a real conversation when Erwin invited him to sit with you and your friends.

"Alright, alright," he growled, "I'll go get the damn chocolate."

You waited until he left before opening the cupboard and pulling out a box of Oreos.

Twenty five minutes later he returned holding a purple bag.

"I got your stupid chocolate," he said as he pulled of his jacket which was dripping wet now.

"What the hell?" he said to the sight before him.

You laughed as you lounged on the couch and ate another Oreo, "Turns out I have an extra box."

His eye twitched and he tossed the chocolate to you.

"You little shit," he growled as he stormed away scowling. He ran his hands through his damp black hair, "Fucking brat," he muttered.

"I love you!" You yelled after him.

"Love you, too," he said, loud enough for you to hear him.

I was eating oreos ok

Reader so mean :P

Levi (c) Hajime Isayama

You (c) Levi
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Seras Victoria - Hellsing (c) Kouta Hirano

Sharpie/Micron ink.

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“Happy birthday Izaya! You need to throw parties like this more often! I could party all day, all night and more!” Erika giggles and slings an arm around your shoulder, her cheeks pink from consumption of too much alcohol.

“Erika I think you’ve had too much to drink. I’m not Izaya if you can’t tell.” You nervously chuckle as the black haired girl stares at your face through squinted eyes.

“Whoops my bad! You’re too pretty to be Izaya after all [name]. I better go find him and wish him the happy birthday! And grab some more champagne because whatever brand Izaya buys is fantastic!” Erika gulps down the rest of the alcohol in her glass and skips off into the crowd.

You sigh and sip from your glass slowly, observing the mass of people gathered on the dance floor. Today is Izaya’s birthday party and since he’s turning 21 again, he decides to throw a huge celebration in one of Ikebukuro’s best night clubs. Everyone in the city got an invitation and no one would want to miss a party thrown by one of the most powerful men in Ikebukuro who also happens to be your boyfriend of five years.

You are wearing a simple black pleated skirt with a long sleeved off the shoulder pink top with a heart on the front. Black and white thigh highs and black converse complete your party outfit since the occasion does not call for formal wear. “I wish Izaya had chosen something nice for a birthday party like a ball room instead of a night club. The music in here is giving me a headache and I can barely think right now,” you mutter to yourself as you go sit down at a small table in the back.

“Don’t like the crowd as well? Mind if I sit with you?” You look up and see Shizuo in a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and dark wash jeans standing in front of you. You nod and smile to the bartender who takes a seat across from you.

“I didn’t expect to see you here Shizuo, I mean this is Izaya’s party. What are you doing here?” You take another sip of champagne from your glass as Shizuo sighs and drums his fingers on the desk.

“Believe me this is the last place I want to be right now. But Celty asked me to take Shinra home after the party since she decided she didn’t want to attend. Too many people around for her liking. So I’m stuck here at the dumb flea’s party until that idiot Shinra has enough to drink.  Sorry, I should censor myself around you since that Izaya bastard is your boyfriend.” You giggle and cross your legs, finishing off your glass and setting it down on the table.

“No worries Shizuo, I know how much of a bastard Izaya can be. You get to know stuff like this when you’ve been his girlfriend for five years. Speaking of my boyfriend though, do you have any idea where he is?” Shizuo scoffs and shrugs his shoulders, a bored expression on his face.

“Sorry can’t help you there. No idea where he is and I don’t really care to know. Maybe he’s in the crowd getting wasted or something. Good luck trying to get through there.” He lazily points to the massive crowd dancing and hollering in the center of the room, their bodies pressed closely together moving to the sound of the loud music.

You sigh and stand up, adjusting your skirt before rubbing the back of my head. “Wish me luck that I don’t die.” You take a deep breath and start weaving your way through the crowd, grimacing when anyone touches your body with any part of their body. Finally you make your way into the center of the crowd where you see Izaya leaning dangerously close to a young woman with a very low cut white shirt.

You grit your teeth in anger and march over to Izaya, tapping his shoulder roughly. “Umm excuse me Izaya? Can I have a word with you?” Izaya turns around and grins at your irritated face, slinging an arm around your neck.

“[Name] here you are! I was just talking to this lady about how beautiful and gorgeous you are.” The woman gasps slightly before pouting and walking away in a huff. Izaya chuckles and sips from his beer can, a faint pink dusting his cheeks. You push Izaya’s arm off you and punch him in the chest.

“Even though it’s your birthday that does not give you the right to flirt with slutty women! Sheesh Izaya do you have any decency at all?” Izaya chuckles and pinches your cheek playfully, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing you close to his body.

“Is someone a little jealous? I was just talking is all, there was not flirting involved. I have better taste than a woman who wants to show and give everything away to someone she’s just met. Besides,” Izaya grips your chin gently and stares into your eyes intensely. “You’re the only woman for me [name].”

You blush and swat his hand away, feeling your cheeks grow hot. “Izaya I can smell the alcohol on your breath, how many drinks have you had today?” Izaya looks at the beer can in his hand before shrugging his shoulders and downing the rest of the liquid.

“No idea but it’s my birthday, I should be allowed to let loose a little.” He chuckles and hiccups a few times before chuckling some more. You groan and grab Izaya’s arm, dragging him through the crowd.

“Izaya you’re drunk aren’t you? We are going to sit down in a quiet place until you cool down.” You push past a few people and lead the informant down a hallway and into a small room with a couch and a table. You set Izaya down on the couch and throw his beer can away, rubbing your temple.

“[Name] you’re no fun you know? I want to go back to my party,” Izaya whines out as he squirms and slouches on the couch. You frown and unbutton a few buttons on Izaya’s black dress shirt to cool off his body. Izaya smirks and grabs your wrist, pulling you down onto him.

You yelp as you fall onto Izaya, your legs on either side of his hips and your hands above his head. Izaya laughs and traces your chin with his pointer finger before capturing your lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You moan softly as he moves his hands to grip your behind and give a gentle squeeze. You sit down on his legs and wrap your arms around his neck, tugging on his bottom lip.

Izaya growls and squeezes your behind harder before sucking on your tongue, the taste of beer heavy on his lips. You push your tongue into his mouth and slide the muscle over his teeth, tangling your fingers in his raven locks. You feel Izaya move his hands from your behind and trail upward, cupping your breasts and making you jump.

You break off the kiss and look into Izaya’s sepia eyes beginning to darken from lust. “Izaya we can wait until we get home, I don’t want to do this or anything while you’re intoxicated. Let’s just wait a little bit longer before you go back to your party.” Izaya frowns and pushes you onto your back, knocking the wind out of your lungs. He straddles your hips and hovers over your body, brushing a few locks of hair away from your face.

“I can’t believe how easy it is to fool you my dear. I haven’t been drunk at all, I’ve been quite clear minded this whole time. It’s just simple to slur words together and sway a little in walking to pretend you’re intoxicated.” You chuckle and shrug your shoulders as best as you can.

“Alright, alright you got me Izaya. Very funny, I’m an idiot okay? Now let me up.” You try to sit up before Izaya pushes you down again, grabbing the hem of your shirt and lifting it up to expose your [favorite color] bra.

“You’re not leaving so easily [name], it’s my birthday remember? And for my birthday I want to have a little fun with my girlfriend alone.” Izaya pushes down your bra and lowers his head onto your chest to latch onto a nipple. You gasp and close your eyes tightly, biting your lip at how rough Izaya is sucking on your chest.

“Ah ah Izaya! You can be gentler you know?” Izaya releases the swollen bud and smirks before giving it an apologetic kiss. He switches to sucking on the other breast while snaking a free hand down your stomach and reaching under your skirt.

He starts rubbing your clothed womanhood with one finger and you start to feel your cheeks warm, moaning a little from his touches. Izaya pulls away from your chest and presses his lips firmly onto your pink ones, prying your mouth apart with his tongue to slip inside. He continues to rub as he kisses you, trailing kisses from your mouth down to your neck.

He takes some skin between his teeth and gently sucks on it before biting harshly. You yelp at the pain and run your nails up and down the couch, making the fabric squeak under your hands. Izaya pulls away from your neck after making a bright hickey and gives it a few gentle kisses, slowing down his movements on your lower regions.

You whimper quietly and look at Izaya with big eyes, pleading for him to speed up his movements again. He chuckles and kisses your lips as he moves your panties to the side and runs his finger over the opening of your womanhood. You moan into his mouth and wrap your arms tightly around his neck, deepening the kiss. He slowly inserts a finger inside of you and begins thrusting in and out.

You moan louder and run your nails down Izaya’s back, your hips bucking up from the couch a few times. Izaya keeps his finger inside and wiggles the digit around before inserting a second finger gently.

You squirm slightly from the discomfort and feel the cool metal of his ring enter you. You grip the front of his shirt tightly and claw a few buttons off, revealing his pale, toned chest. “Someone is a little eager aren’t we? You weren’t getting into it until now,” Izaya purrs out as he breaks the kiss and moves to your ear. He licks the shell of the ear before biting and sucking on the lobe, his fingers thrusting in and out faster.

You try to snap back at Izaya but your mind is cloudy and hazy, your hearing becoming muted as well. You strain to hear the informant speak but all your attention has gone to what Izaya is doing to your womanhood.

“Hey [name] you in here? I was wondering if you found Izaya and someone told me they saw you walk into-,” You gasp in surprise when you hear a voice and stare at the doorway of the room where you see Shizuo standing with his mouth wide open at the two of you. Izaya looks up at Shizuo as well with a surprised face before glancing back at you.

“Shizu-chan can you give us some privacy? I’m spending some of my birthday with my girlfriend alone and I don’t like being interrupted. Also, can you make sure nobody else wanders back here?” You blush in embarrassment and bury your face into Izaya’s neck, wishing a bolt of lightning would strike you right now.

Shizuo opens and closes his mouth a few times, taking in the sight of you half naked and Izaya with his hands under your skirt. He nods slowly and walks out of the room, his eyes wide with shock. Izaya rolls his eyes and chuckles at your blushing face. “Now where were we?"
HAPPY BIRTHDAY IZAYA! :party: Here's to the sexiest informant in Ikebukuro! :iconsexyizayaplz: :iconnyuuplz: I wanted to write something a little steamy for such a sexy guy because you all know how much I love writing for him :iconpervyizayaplz: Sorry for teasing you and not actually getting to the good stuff :iconlaughingplz: I'm mean and Izaya can't always get what he wants for his birthday :iconplanningplz: I'll actually write some Izaya lemon soon for all my pervy birdies and also I've been in a mood to write them :icondignitylaughplz: Anyway enjoy and wish Izaya a good birthday ;)
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*Normal POV  
Location: South of (Country Name), In the village of (Village name)*

A young blonde haired man trudged through the thick snow. His baby brown eyes took in his surroundings. There wasn’t much to take in. He shouted “Sherlock! Mycroft! Is anyone home?!”
There was no reply. It was silent except for his echo. The snow crunched beneath his army boots and he tugged his thin jacket across his sculpted tan body. He had been walking for a few days now, just looking for a sign of life.
Two bombs had been accidently dropped on to the quiet village. It was a perfect location for (name)’s brothers to have hid. The village was protected by an endless stretch of pine trees and was tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the capital.
But, he knew Sherlock was very much used to city life. He might have struggled with country life as he was born and raised in the city as were his siblings.


All too familiar thoughts of betrayal rushed through Wade’s mind. This wasn’t the first time he had been betrayed and it most likely won’t be his last. His sister, selfish and spoilt, was his ally for a short time.
A very short time. She betrayed him to the enemy, who was at the time (country name), so she could have his land. Turned out (country name) wasn’t bothered in even fighting him. She just wanted an alliance.
After that, Wade killed his sister out of pure rage. He can still remember the images, thoughts and emotions rushing through his head at the time. No one had made Wade that angry before but she did.
Now, he has to save (Country name) by finding her siblings. But, he’s not even sure if they are still alive anymore. If the bombs didn’t get them, the cold would have. Speaking of the cold, it was getting dark. The familiar colours of sunset had already brushed themselves across the sky. Pink, red, orange and yellow hues began to appear in his line of vision.

*Back where Reader-Chan and Nate are/ Normal POV*

Nate was in the prison’s kitchen. Why? Antonio took him there for breakfast. Why? because he can. Anyway, Nate was sitting peacefully at the breakfast bar indulging himself with Nestle cereal. Antonio was happily munching on some toast whilst leaning against the counter.
However, all peace was disrupted when a furious Germany rocket launched himself into the kitchen. The problems began when he noticed Nate out of his prison cell. “SPAIN! VHY IS HE OUT OF HIS CELL!”
The sudden noise made Nate spill his cereal onto the floor.
Spain looked towards the albino’s innocent face which had burst into tears. Poor Nate wasn’t used to being shouted at. In fact, he has never been shouted at. What did he do wrong? He only wanted breakfast.
“Calm down, mi amigo, look your making him cry. It’s only breakfast.”
A loud, blazing alarm resonated throughout the whole building which made Nate cry even worse. He’s never lived in such a loud place before. Previously, he lived on the outskirts of the city on a massive farm and everything was so quiet. No one shouted at each other, it was more or less an unspoken rule to not shout.
Well, turns out it’s not an unspoken rule to shout here. And Nate didn’t like it, not one bit.
“VERDAMMIT, A PRISONER’S LOOSE!” Germany legged it back out the kitchen again but not before saying “PUT HIM BACK!”
And just after he left, you came running into the kitchen. (eye colour) orbs took in the scene around her, cereal on the floor and a crying Nate. But, just as you entered the kitchen Nate had already started to perk up “(name)! I missed you!”
“Aww, I missed you to Nate.” He immediately wrapped his little arms tightly around your leg as you hugged him as well.
A blush spread around Antonio’s cheeks. “Wow she’s pretty. And nice…so this is the woman he was mentioning. What a woman she is!” Antonio thought.
“Err, excuse me, Chica, my name is S-Spain butyoucancallmeAntonio!”
“Then you must call me (name). But, I’m also the personification of (country name).”
“I call him Miyster Tomato man! Did you see Miyster Scwarf man? Oh wait, he told me not to call him that…”
“Yeah, Wussia! Do you think he’s nice? Because I do! Anyway, (name), this is my best friend Miyster Tomato man!”
You giggled, even as the guards were coming to take you back to your cell.
“Well, at least I know he’s safe from harm.” You thought as you were being dragged away. “Not to mention the Spaniard’s also adorable…”

*Somewhere in (Country name), Underground Headquarters of the (country name) Empire*

Sebastian stared at the telegram in his hands. The demon could not comprehend what he was hearing. It read:
“Nate and (name) captured by Nicholas. Find safe places immediately. Bring all juvenile countries with you.

He gulped. If (name) could be taken, then that meant anyone could also be taken. Sebastian turned around and made his way back into the living room where everyone was either playing or eating lunch.
Sebastian stood in the doorway, not knowing what to say. Well, he knew what to say. But not how to say it. Sebastian cleared his throat, everyone turned their eyes towards him in anticipation.
“Nate and (name) have been captured. We have to find other members of our empire before Nicholas does.”
A blonde haired individual narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t exactly fond of this Sebastian. He didn’t even mention saving (name) or Nate! Sebastian could go and find the rest, they need (name)! Without her they would be nothing.
The red head could sense the blonde’s anger. But it also appeared that the little navy haired child also was quite angry himself.
“Sebby! Why don’t we just find cupcake n’ bring her back! Bring squirt back as well!”
“Listen that’s what it said on the telegram, Cei-“
“No one gives a shit, Sebastian. Without (name) we are literally nothing. Who’s been helping us for the past two centuries? (name). Who’s protected us from harm? (name). The least we could do is to try and help her and Nate.”
“Mello, I’ve had enough of you, Matt and everyone else already. How long have we been here? Two days. Why can’t you lot go and find another bunker?”
This time Alois spoke up from his hiding place “Huh, maybe it’s because there isn’t another bunker, genius. I wouldn’t have stayed here if I’d known you were coming. I’m only staying here because of Ceil. After all, he is my friend.”
Sebastian was seething. But, he was interrupted “Alright, all of you stop being fuckheads an’ listen. (name) needs us. So does Nate. We can go in three groups. One group searches for Nate and (name), Group two stays here to protect Ceil and Alois, Group three goes to find the others. Who’s up for that?”
Everyone’s attention was drawn to BB standing on top of an over turned wooden box with L, Watari, William, Grell and Claude by his side.
“Finally someone has come up with a good idea.” Matt sighed in relief.
“Is Sparky staying with us?” Ceil asked.
“Do you wanna, Matt?” Mello said looking in Matt’s direction.
“Nah, William and Grell can do it. I’ll go with you.”
Part three is up! Yes! So, yeah more characters are introduced. Blame their potty mouths.
Yes, Ceil's nickname for you is cupcake. Matt's is sparky.
Alois is the oldest of the three kids, Nate's the youngest.
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You wiped some sweat off of your forehead, smiling widely. “There we go! All spit-and-shine!” The entire kitchen was back to the spotless white it was previous to the… Incident. You spun around, seeing that your lovely man was still propped onto the chair. As you passed him you gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Mwah~.” You went off to the back of your apartment, throwing your bloody apron into the washing machine as well as some previous dirty clothes.

You turned the machine on and allowed it to begin roaring, prancing off to the kitchen once more to accompany a certain someone.

You spun Alfred’s seat around and sat onto his lap. Stroking his face and lowering your eyes dreamily. “Sweet, sweet Alfred…” You moved your hands down his neck to his chest, gently rubbing his new bandages. You kissed him on the forehead, before jumping off of him and went to grab a vacuum.

As you returned, you noticed that Alfred’s once blonde hair had begun to darken. Frowning upon this, you also noticed that his pale skin ad begun to darken to a tan. Your smile vanished, instantly dropping the vacuum; you rushed over to his chair, pulling him to face you. Everything about Alfred began to darken; his eyes were even going into a different color spectrum.

You quickly begin to shove the chair towards the door. “NOPENOPENOPE!!!” you open the door and place him outside of the hallway, looking to the stairs. A moment of hesitation slurs before you hear a light groan. You dump that motherfucker over the stairs, and instantly closing the door to your house.

You breathe heavily, pushing your hair out of your face. Out of curiosity though, you press your ear against the door, hearing a series of groans as well as curses. As well as some… footsteps up… the… stairs. “…shit.” You whisper to yourself, rushing over to the couch, you make an attempt to calm yourself.

You look at the door, expectantly. It wasn’t long until someone had kicked the door open, ripping half of it from the hinges. A hunched figure walks through what is left of the door, yawning and stretching. “Mmmmhgh…” He stood up properly, revealing his entire posture. You looked at him during this, not saying much.

Alfred snapped his head towards you; glaring lightly. You let out a somewhat nervous chuckle. “Heheh…. Hello Sweetie.” You wiggled your fingers in a hello to him. Alfred smirked, walking towards you, until finally looming over you. You sunk back into your seat as he leaned into you. “Thanks for waking me up, doll.” There was some blood leaking from his mouth, as well as his wound in his back had opened back up. You looked at him, smiling lightly. “Wasn’t a big deal, you know, kind of had to before you-know-who would go and tattle.”

Alfred smirked more, putting a hand onto your chin. “But you did push me down the stairs…” You smile nervously. “Oh, Ha… You saw that?” You began to tense up lightly. “You fucking bet I –felt- that, you bitch.” He moved his hand quickly into your hair, tugging at it. You yelped in pain.

“Now than, as punishment, you’re going to do everything I say without no fucking hesitation.” He yanked his hand out of your hair, and walked over to the center of the couch, plopping down. You got up after a moment, rubbing your head as you looked at him. “…What do I have to do?” He smirked widely.
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 You grimaced. For the last month, the two of you had been in an on and off relationship. Alistair and you barely met due to his busy work schedules with his oh so obvious female admirers fawning over him every five seconds. And when the two of you did meet, it never seemed to be on an emotional level. It was just sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Not that you really complained.

But the point still stood that the two of you had be dating for months now— if you could even consider it dating. It was more of an unspoken contract on your part. Although you couldn’t exactly say you were happy with this agreement.

Your red head Scotsman never seemed to reject the flirtations of customers but rather welcomed them with open smiles. Constantly you told yourself that you had outgrown your awkward teenage jealousy phases but could anyone really blame you? He was a gorgeous hot guy and you were... you. It wasn’t that you had low self esteem. No. No. You knew you weren’t... hideous. But whenever you looked in a mirror, you never expected to be the fairest of them all.

You absolutely hated your arrangement and so did the others who you vented out of anger to.

“You know, love,” started the bushy browed man in his prestigious English accent. “this isn’t exactly the sort of conversations most share with their Ex.” He closed his eyes and gently blew on his steaming cup of Earl Tea before taking a sip from the delightful china.

“Well I’m sorry I missed the memo,” you shot back with a glint of annoyance in your (e/c) eyes. “Besides finding you in bed with Francis wasn’t my ideal way of finding out you came out of the closet while we were still together.”

Arthur nearly spewed out tea as he coughed trying to regain his composure. His beet red face and wide open eyes wasn’t in his favor. “I thought we discussed keeping the past in the past,” he quietly hissed. You rolled your eyes staring out the cafe window, gently kicking your heels back in the chair. “Why don’t you just approach him and tell him what’s been on your mind? I know Alistar can be a bit of a... prick but I do believe he’ll listen if it’s you. You always did have a way of persuading others to go in your favor. To this day I don’t know how you convinced me to trim my brows.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “They grew back. And besides it wasn’t that bad!” you whined.

“It was horrific.” He placed his cup onto a holder and glanced back at you.

“Was not! In fact I had rather fancied you with-” The sudden urge to gag overcame you as you covered your mouth with an open hand and leaned off the edge of the table.

“Good god. Are you alright _____?” the concerned Brit asked with worry in his green orbs. You weren’t sure of when he left his seat and found the time to place his arm around your back, gently patting it for support.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You waved off your hand. “As I was saying, you looked way better when you looked like-” You gagged again, worse than last time as the scone you just eaten threatened to travel back upward as an encore.

“Has this been happening often?” he asked trying to meet your eyes. His fingers fiddled with his tie, a sign you learned meant that he was nervous. You often saw it when the Englishman awaited for your response to his attempts of breakfast. He took your vow of silence as a yes. “How long has this been going on?”

Thinking back, it had started about four weeks after one your encounters did you begin feeling tired and nauseous. And you remembered how relieved you were the first time when you didn’t get pregnant. It was a good thing you were regular. In fact your next one should be coming up... a week ago. This was impossible. You were late. And you were never late. Within a heartbeat you shouted out the only possible cause of your misery, “ALISTAR!”

No. No. No! This couldn’t be happening. You were just exaggerating right? After all, you were on the best birth control money could buy! You bought them normally right after you ran out and before the expiration date. You even had Alistar run out and get you a refill at the drugstore!

A part of you was glad you were sitting down because you had lost all feeling in your knees.

“_____?” Arthur asked. “Why did you call out my brother’s name while we were talking about your illness.” There was a brief moment of silence of which you assumed Arthur took to piece things together. “Dear lord...” he said, his face stricken.

How were you going to tell him? How was he going to take the news? What if he didn’t take it well? What if he wanted you to get rid of her/him?

You felt your skin get paler than ever as these never ending questions ran back and forth.

“_______? ______...? _______!”

You looked up to find the Brit’s familiar eyes looking at you. “Look, you don’t know for sure if you’re pregnant. You should go on... And take a test.” His face was blushing. After all, this wasn’t an easy subject for either of you.

“B-but what do I tell Alistar?” you manage to squeak out in a tone that could nearly match a mouse.

“You don’t need to tell him anything,” Arthur replied in a hushed tone. “Look it’s your body and you can decide to do whatever it is you want to with it. But you don’t need to tell him until you’re sure.”

The words took their toll as you began to process them in your head. That’s right. There was no reason to be nervous. After all, it could be a false alarm right?

“Thanks Arthur...” you said softly.

“You’re welcome. Just don’t panic. And do me a favor?”


He grinned mischievously. “If it’s a boy, would you mind naming it after me?”


With a pair of black sunglasses perched up your nose, you walked over to the counter with the small box in hand. A light red undertone was apparent on your cheeks. This was embarrassing. What if someone saw you? What if Alistar saw you? On second thought maybe you shouldn’t had chosen a drug store so close to the apartment...

“That’s like $20.95, dude.”

You didn’t pay mind to the oddly familiar sounding cashier as you drew out your wallet and handed him your credit card.

“Thanks for your business, miss _____... _______!” shouted the voice.

Quickly, you pressed a finger to your lips, shushing the young man in a hero t-shirt. “Alfred! Do you mind?” you hissed, looking around the shop. The few wandering eyes that had been on you, left as you glanced over. A sigh of relief escaped you.

“So like what’s with the test? You got a bun in the oven?” he asked, ringing up the item.

There was no escaping this one. “I don’t know, Al...” Your voice slowly faded into a soft whisper.

“No way! I’m going to be an uncle!” he said excitedly, nearly jumping up and down for joy. A part of you wished that Alistar would react the same way.

“I don’t know that for sure!” you hissed once more. “That’s why I bought the test.” You pushed the glasses back up to your eyes and rewrapped the scarf around your neck.

“But come on! I’d be the coolest uncle ever! I’d teach him or her to be a hero! No- A sidekick!” He got into his hero stance, holding out your credit card and bag. Hesitantly you reached out and grabbed the two, hurrying to shove the card back into your wallet and slip out before this big goof gave everything away.

“Er, Al, I have to go now. You know me, busy, busy, busy.” You quickly pushed out the front door and dashed down the block to your apartment complex. As you arrived at your door, you heaved another sigh of relief. (It became a habit ever since you moved in with a heavy chain smoker.)

You placed your keys into the lock the same manner as you usually did. Your fingers fumbled as you struggled to remove them. Opening the door, you cautiously peeked your head inside to ensure Alistar was out at another one of those world meetings.

Nothing but sunshine illuminating the furniture. You grabbed your keys and opened the door all the way and stepped onto the carpeted floor you had installed after your last few bruises from some ahem vigorous activity on the wood.

You turned around to close the door behind when suddenly a pair of large arms decorated with red hairs caged you in. A large gulp came from you as you nervously fiddled with the lock.

“Hen, wha’ do yer thinkin’ ye doin’ wit’ tha’ bag of yers?” he asked with a gruff voice. The way his arms were around you made it nearly impossible to turn around. And honestly you were a bit afraid to at the moment.

“N-nothing, Alistar. Just woman things.” So it wasn’t a complete lie.

Alistair glanced over at the silhouette through the white paper bag. “Es tha’ condoms Ah see?”

Your face flushed red. “No. Not at all!”

“Ah thooght ye waur oan th’ pill.” His brow arched at your suspicious behavior.

“I am! Remember, I had you go out and buy them for me?” you said defensively, now clutching the bag to your chest as if your dear life depended on it.

“Aw, alrecht,” he said finally giving in. That was easy... You slumped your shoulders, now feeling less tense. Rather too easy...

By the time you notice his plans, it’s already too late. The bag is snatched out of your hands and held out of your reach. You desperately reach upward at the bag dangling above you only to watch it float gently to the ground as Alistair holds the dreaded box in his hands.

“Alistar! Give it back!” you shout frantically. Your arms flail left and right as you try and grasp it before he can finishing reading.

“A pregnancy test?  Ye arenae late ‘re ya?”

You don’t say a word but your eyes focus downwards at your shoes as if they were the most interesting objects in the world.

“How long hae ye known thes?” You couldn’t tell if his voice composed of anger or disappointment. Either way, you couldn’t look him in the eye.

“...A few days...” you muttered under your breath. Softly you sighed before going on, “I didn’t want to alarm you until I knew and...” you trailed off unsure of what to say next. Your feet began to fidget left and right.

You prepared yourself for a scolding and disappointed look. But to your surprise you were picked up by the collar of your coat and tossed into the bathroom along with your purchase. The door was shut behind you for privacy as you sat there on the ground wondering what just happened.

“Hoo lang will thes tes’ tak’?” he muttered through the door. His eyes were fixated on the peeling white paint. He had been meaning to get that redone...

You quickly stood up and dusted yourself off. Hastily, you grabbed the box and read the back. “T-twenty minutes.”

Those twenty minutes crept up like bugs as the little chicken timer went off. You fiddled with the small stick within your hand, shaking it a few times as if it would rid you of your worries. Finally, you braced yourself and took a peek at your result.

“Hen...” Alistair was about to knock on the door when he was abruptly cut off. Slowly, it creaked open revealing you as cute as a button and as red as Scotsman's hair.

You weren’t sure of how to say this. Your nerves were all unhinged as puffs of breath caught in your throat. “Well?” he a bit more impatiently than he intended. He was just as nervous as you were and it showed in his orbs like a field of green during an earthquake.

“I-It’s positive.” You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for whatever horrible fate would be cast upon your life.

A pair of strong warm arms wrapped around you causing you to flinch as you were pulled deep into your child’s future father’s chest. His face was buried into your shoulder as he murmured the words, “Ah cannae believe it.”

“Huh?” was all you managed to squeeze out from his tight clutch.

“Ah am gonnae be a dad.” He pried you away for a brief moment and stared into your eyes with the most loving and softest look you’ve ever seen. “An' you, the won'erful wife a' my child” Your (e/c) orbs widened at the sound of his voice. He was... happy?

“But Alistair! This is a huge responsibility and I don’t think we can handle this!” you replied panicked. You gone through health class in middle school; you knew the drill. Nine months of growing big, food poisoning, mood swings, cramps and plenty of other painful thoughts.

“Don' worry lass, Ah'll be here fer ya.” He cradled your small hands in his calloused ones. “Yee’ll be a great maw. Ah just know it.” The way his eyes sparkled made it impossible for you to think otherwise. It was if the whole world stopped to tell you everything would be alright.

“I hope so...” Your eyes looked down at your joined hands for comfort. But Alistair only brought yours up to his lips and gave them a gentle kiss.

“Ah know so.”

After careful consideration the two of you decided to tell the others one at a time. Arthur and Alfred already knew, (which caused quite a few jealousy problems with Alistair who wanted to be the first to know) so they were taken care of. Next, you stopped by the Kirkland family home where Dylan and Seamus lived together. They congratulated the two of you full heartedly and teased their older brother as many times as they could fit in. You couldn’t help but giggle each time your loving Scotsman’s face was dyed to blend in with his hair.

Your parents who were currently on a cruise, were excited by your news on the phone call. Your mother started rambling on about possible baby names and cribs. And your father gave a whole-hearted threat to Alistair stating 15 possible causes of death if he ever broke your heart- and those were just by scones! (Somewhere at that very moment, Arthur got chills.)

Since your families had already heard the news, it seems all that were left were the rest of your friends. Starting with Yao.

“Congradulations you two!” Your Asian friend shouted throwing streamers into the air (two of which landed in Alistar’s hair). “This must be very exciting! Sticky bun?” As he gestured towards the plate on the table, his long green sleeves nearly dipped into the tea cups.

“No thank you,” you replied politely. “I just hope everything turns out alright... with the little one and all...” Placing a hand on your belly, you looked down with a slight tint on your cheeks.

“So how you two find out?” he asked eagerly. His brown eyes never left you two on the opposing coach. However his hand reached out to place a bun inside his mouth. You assumed Yao learned this habit from Alfred.

Alistair looked at you for approval, of which you nodded, before answering the question. "Well, ____ wan't feelin' well and got an opinion from one a' me brothers-"

“Ai ya!” shouted the Asian. “You no go talk to doctor?”

You intercepted, “Not yet but-”

“No excuse! You go now. I have a very good doctor who will help you with this.” With a flick of the sleeve, a card flew out from Yao’s right arm and he held it out towards you. Hesitantly, you extended your arm but it was quickly taken away from your grasp and pushed back in the opposite direction.

“Look, I don’t think we need this,” Alistar began calmly. “She took the test-”

“Test can lie. Very bad luck if you no see doctor about this,” Yao insisted, pushing the card back towards the two of you. “Now go see him, now. I will make appointment.”

And with that, after your long flight to visit your childhood friend Yao, you were shooed out in an instant. “And don’t come back until you are positive!”

You and Alistair exchanged looks. “So what do you say?”

"Migh' as well try. God knows he's nae gonny let et go untel we know for sure."

Maple tree bookshelves. Brown wallpaper. Artificial plants. A degree certifying the good doctor in gynecology. And a small stuffed polar bear perched up on one of the client chairs. You were laying back reclined in a brown chair as Alistair stood beside you holding your hand.

You had arrived about an hour ago after a second plane ride. During the trip, you imagined all the possible combinations of phenotypes the baby would show. Would he or she have (e/c) eyes like yours? Red hair like his? Certainly you hoped at the very least the child would inherit your eyebrows. Not that his weren’t adorable... But... you know... for the child’s sake.

After you had arrived a nurse came in and had you fill out a survey and take a urine sample. Have you been feeling nauseous? Yes. Have you started throwing up? After the airplane food, yes. When was your last menstruation? A little over a month ago.

In about an eternity’s time, the door opened revealing a smaller stature blonde with violet eyes. He looked strikingly familiar to someone you knew...But you just couldn’t put your finger on who. A small curl bobbed on the side of his head as he clutched a clipboard close to his chest.

“Ms. ______?” he called timidly.

“Yes. That’s me.” You quickly sat up and the blood rushed to your head. “We got a referral from our friend Yao Wang.” Although why he had a male gynecologist doctor’s business card on hand, we’d never know. “It’s nice to meet you, Doctor... Who?” Thinking back, you never really got a glimpse of that business card. And the name didn’t seem to cross your mind at all.

“Haha. Like I never heard that one before,” he said softly to himself behind his clipboard. “It’s Williams. Matthew Williams...”

“Doctor Williams...” you got straight to the point anxious to know how many weeks you were. As soon as you were able to find the gender, you were going straight to clothes shopping and picking out rattles. On the airplane, you saw a magazine with the cutest little dinosaur rattle. And it works for either gender too. After all, what kid doesn’t love dinosaurs? “Do you have any news for us?"

“You may want to sit down for this...” he gestured towards the chair. Both Alistair and you arched a brow, seeing how you were already seated. “Right... Well... After reading what you filled out and running your sample through the machine, we’ve concluded that...” He paused and looked downward at the blue and white checkered tiles. “You’re not pregnant.”

“Whit?” Alistair asked as his head turned to a 90-degree angle so that his gaze would be locked on the Canadian. The doctor flinched from his piercing glance. “But me bonnie has shown all the symptoms! And even missed ‘er last-”

You held your finger up shushing him. This may have been a commonly used word in this office but you were still pretty sensitive about the topic.

“The test came back negative,” Matthew squeaked still shaken up from the Scot’s loud voice. “Have you been under a lot of stress? Any new eating habits? A change in weight perhaps? Did you start any new medications?”

You thought it over inside your head. “Life has been going pretty well lately. I have a (somewhat stable) boyfriend. The job at the cafe is the same as always. I have a healthy salad for lunch. I’ve maintained a healthy weight. And I haven’t been taking any medications... Oh!” A sudden realization hit you. “And I started taking a new form of birth control.”

“Do you have it on you at the moment?” You rifled through your (f/c) purse and handed it over. “Do you normally use this brand?”

“Well, no. I had Alistair run out and grab me my prescription but I guess he got the wrong one.” Why you hadn’t gone back and returned it... You didn’t know. Oh wait. Remembering what you did after he came back, you realized there wasn’t enough time to.

“A lot of times when a woman switches her birth control-” he handed the bottle back into your hands. “her cycle tends to change due to the unfamiliar chemicals within. You’ll get back on your cycle in no time.”

“But whit aboot ‘er sickness?” protested Alistair who had oddly quiet during their visit.

Doctor Williams turned to the counter behind him and flipped through the pages. “I see here it says, Ms. (y/n) has an allergic reaction to zinc. Did you know that the brand you have in your hand has large quantities of zinc?”

You shot a look Alistair's way but it seemed that he didn’t notice. Although you couldn’t see why he didn’t. Your eyes had practically been shooting daggers.

“No,” you replied rather curtly.

“Well,” Matthew cleared his throat. “I’ll leave you two alone then...” The tension in the room increased as the good doctor closed the door behind him leaving just two of you with the sound of a ticking clock.

You were the first to break the silence. “So I’m not pregnant...” The words that left your mouth seemed to hold a bitter aftertaste. A cool feeling ran down your cheek. Tears. Were they your tears? “I know I should be relieved but I can’t help it.” You pressed your sleeves against your eyes wiping away as many as you could. “It’s stupid, right? We just found out that we might have a baby and I’m already too attached.” You hiccuped as more tears streamed down. “I’m such an idiot.”

Alistair pulled you into the warmth fabric of his sweater. Immediately you recognized his gesture. He was trying to comfort you. You cried harder, soaking his sweater. One of his arms was wrapped around your back as the other ran through your hair. Softly he hushed you. “Shhhhh. Shhhhh. Et’s okay, lass. Et jus’ wasn’ mean’ to be.” You hiccuped one again, clutching onto his chest. “Ya know, Ah I was excited about dis too. There will be other chances. We’ll ge’ through dis.”

You sniffled, stiffling your hiccups. “But how?” You were sure that your hair and face was a mess. Thank goodness you decided to go makeup free today. But you knew that your eyes would look all puffy and your face would be bloated. You hated crying; it always left you looking like a mess.

“Wit’ time.” He pried you away from his chest and kissed your eyelids. “An’ wit’ luv.” His lips moved down, kissing away your tears. Alistair held your face in between his hands bent over so that you would be at a slightly elevated level than him.

You choked back a sob as your wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “I really don’t deserve you.”

“Nae. Ah don’ deserve yee.” You pulled away smiling. Normally, he was confident with everything he did. But this time you could see pure sincerity in his eyes which seemed to be focused on you and only you.

“Hey Hen...” He gave you a few moments to acknowledge his words. You started wiping away the remaining snot and tear stains from your face. “Et’s no too late yee know?”

You tilted your head showing clear confusion in your still watery and hazy eyes.

Suddenly you were pinned down by two strong arms on each side of you on the seat. The plastic bottle that was once in your hand fell to the ground and spewed the contents onto the floor. The red head Scotsman managed to crawl onto you and hovered above you with an arrogant look in his eyes you knew far too much. His locks dangled down, caressing your forehead. He asked you a question the two of you both knew the answer to.

“How’d ya like to create a child of yer own?”
This is a continuation for :iconimwiththeunicorn: 's Scotland series.
The first of her series:…

.-. I just had to do this.

I've been super busy this month and will continue to be! So this took me forever to finish and I may have...rushed a bit. So...sorry for any grammar mistakes. I'm also not very good with accents either...

But thank you :iconimwiththeunicorn: for all the help~

I hope you enjoyed.

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What is with you people? :iconyoulovemeplz: Over a thousand views and a hundred likes? Thank you all so much for reading!

Over three thousand views? :iconmindblownplz: Woah. I'm glad you all enjoy this so much!

8 December 2013: Over 4000 views and 200 favorites. Thank you all <3

But in the meanwhile, if you liked this story I suggest reading another one of my works:… .
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Le gasp! It's Link-- I mean Austria! From Hetalia! w00t!
First try EVER and one of my BEST ever drawings.

I do not own Austria.
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Requested by loveless-rhapsody on tumblr who won my Zelda trivia I posted a (very) long time ago and requested Genesis from Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core. :3

(First ever drawing FF so I did OK yes?)

No bg because I have absolutely no idea what to do o3o

So you get a white nowhere and shadows. Is that OK? QAQ
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Coloured part of ->…
May or may not do the other part

Eren Jaeger ( c ) Hajime Isayama
Art by me
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From one of my mii verse doodles. I recreated it.

Link ( c ) Nintendo
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“It’s time to play a game!” Blue sang as she dragged you to the garden.

You cursed under your breath.

Today was your birthday, and your best friend had organised a surprise birthday party for you. She invited all the pokedex holders, including your crush. Curse you for telling her about your secret. Although she had promised she won’t tell anyone, you still couldn’t trust that pesky girl. But why did you tell her in the first place then? Well, let’s just say you just got blackmailed by her like all the others.

Everyone was outside, waiting for you and Blue. Once she let you go, she started speaking.

“What do you have in mind now, pesky girl?” asked Green.

“I though a nice game of Hide and Seek could be fun!” the tall brunette suggested.

“Pfft. What a childish game,” Silver scoffed.

“And what if I told you you’ll be in teams of two?” Blue winked at the redhead.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Gold asked.

“Well, you and your teammate will both hide in the same place,” she explained.

“But why will we both hide in the same place? We’ll be a lot tighter and it will be easier to stop us,” Green protested.

Red nodded in agreement with his friend. Yellow and Crystal both looked at each other and nodded too.

“Those are the rules and that’s that!” Blue snapped which made everyone jump.

“So, what are the teams?” the short blonde asked.

“I thought it could be fun if the girls have to pick a boy,” Blue squealed.

“Who picks first then?” you asked.

“Why don’t you choose first? You’re the brithday girl,” the blue haired girl suggested.

You blushed as you looked at the four attractive boys who were staring at you, waiting for your choice impatiently. You particularly gazed at your crush and finally said with a deep sigh, “I choose…”
So I had this idea going on in my little head and I decided to write it :) 
Picture, all the characters and you don't belong to me
Story belongs to me
I'll only be doing these four because i don't have many ideas
So who would you choose?
Red: Hide and Seek: Red
Green: Hide and Seek: Green
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“I choose Red,” you said as you pointed at the tall raven haired boy.

The silent boy blushed a little and gave you one of his warm smile. You didn’t know, but Red was more than delighted that you had chosen him over the other boys. As he walked to you, you both waited for the other girls to choose their partner.

You hoped Yellow won’t be mad at you, believing the short blonde always had a crush on the Pokemon Master. But what you and Red didn’t expect was that Yellow immediately ran into Gold’s arms and kissed him. They were dating? Since when? You sighed in relief. Blue chose Green, which isn’t a surprise. This meant Crystal was left with Silver. The red head didn’t seem happy or disappointed. He just kept an emotionless expression on his face.

Blue suggested she and Green should count while you, Red and the two other teams hide. The rules were simple. You were only allowed to hide in the big mansion or in Silver’s garden labyrinth.
As Blue started counting while Green just closed his eyes and cursed under his breath, you grabbed Red’s arm and ran to Silver’s house. You kicked the door open, and dragged him upstairs.

“I know a good place where we can hide,” you said as you led him into a closet in one of the many guest rooms.

Red didn’t say anything as you opened the wardrobe and closed it behind you.

The place was pitch-black and quite tight. Your crush couldn’t see, and thank Arceus for that, but your face was blushing a million shades of his name. The only thing you could see in this dark little room was his bright and mesmerizing crimson eyes, gazing at you. There was a silence filling the atmosphere. This could have been the best moment to tell your feelings to him, but you didn’t want to. You were afraid he would reject you. And who would want to be rejected on their brithday? So you didn’t say anything.

The only sound you could hear was you two breathing quietly. That was, until you started hearing someone whimpering silently. Your (colour) eyes widened as you saw Red, curling in a ball and rocking back and forth. You couldn’t tell if tears were coming out from his scarlet eyes, but he was definitely crying. You leaned down and hugged him.

“W-Why are you crying?” you asked with a whisper. “Are you afraid of the dark? Are you clostrophobic?”

Red didn’t say anything. He just kept on letting out quiet sobs. You suddenly felt guilty. He was your crush, and you didn’t even know his fears. What if he was afraid of the dark and tight places?

You hugged him tightly and cooed soft words in his ear. You then pulled apart and stared at the only thing you could see in this dark place: his eyes.

“W-We could find another to place to hide if you want?” you asked concerned.

Red suddenly stopped crying and stared at you. Despite the blackness, a devious smirk was plastered on his face. You then heard him chuckle, and you were completely confused.

Before you could ask what was wrong with him, he held your chin with the tip of his cold fingers and leaned in to place his soft and cool lips on yours. Your eyes widened in shock, but you slowly closed them as you kissed him back. The kiss didn’t last long, much to your dismay. He chuckled again, and you gave him a puzzled look.

“You’re so cute, did you know that?” he said as he gave you another quick peck on your lips.

You froze as you heard his deep voice for the first time. It sounded so… seductive and sexy.

You blinked a few times and blushed a little. “R-Red? What… Why were you crying?” you asked, ignoring his comment and the second kiss.

“I was pretending,” he replied with a light laugh.

Your eyes widened. “W-Why would you do that?”

“I wanted to know your reaction.” The young man smirked.

“That was so not cool, Red.” You frowned at him even though he couldn’t see you. “I really thought you were going to freak out in any second.”

“But you cared about me. And that’s why I love you.” He caressed your cheek.

“I love you too,” you replied with a bright smile.

As you were about to kiss again, the doors opened violently, revealing a squealing Blue.

“You’re guys are so cute together!” she screamed and jumped up and down excitedly while Green just sighed and smiled at his best friend.

“Way to kill the moment, Blue.” You frowned at her.

She giggled and dragged the both of you out of the closet. Although you were a little mad at your best friend, you had to give her credit. If it wasn’t for her idea of playing this game, maybe, just maybe, you and Red wouldn’t have become a couple.
if you chose Red :)
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he looks like such a trash in the picture; i love it. have some jerk(ish)!vain!altaria.

                Listening to music had always been one of your favorite hobbies. Listening to your Altaria, who had turned into a human years before as a Swablu, whenever he sang was your absolute favorite hobby. It was a shame, honestly; the petulant and easily aggravated male was brilliantly talented at singing, but always refused to sing for you. Whenever he did, you thought it was a prerogative of being his trainer.

                He could put little children to sleep easily with his smooth voice, change the perspective of even the most provincial people, and much, much more. You couldn't even begin on his physical appearance. Even though he was incredibly full of himself, he had the looks to back up his arrogance as he was ridiculously gorgeous.

                "Altaria," you whimpered out, tugging on his fluffy jacket. The ill-mannered male scowled at you and swatted away your hand. "Would you please sing for me? Just this once! I won't ever ask again!" you knew that was a lie, however. Every day you would beg for him to let his melodious voice fill the room, and every day he rejected your request.

                "Don't be ridiculous," he scoffed, trudging away from you and sitting on the couch to focus on the animated screen of the television. "The both of us know what you're really like, and you're definitely not going to stop." He pointed out, huffing in annoyance. You pursed your lips and scowled at him.

                "Yeah! I'm not going to stop, so you're going to have to sing for me eventually whether it be today or tomorrow!" you declared, resting your hands on your hips smugly. Altaria only rolled his azure eyes at you and picked up the remote to change the channel as you plopped down on the cushion-y seat next to him.

                Your eyes widened at the TV channel. "Hey, look! High School Musical is on! Come on, this is the perfect opportunity! I mean, this is your favorite musical, so we should sing along!" you proposed. By that, you meant for only him to sing along while you listened to his baritone voice intently.

                Altaria looked hesitant, and let out a quiet "hmph". You leaned in closer to him, a bright, wide smile on your face, hoping to catch a segment from a musical piece he'd sing along with. "Well?" you urged. He pushed you away, scowling.

                "You know I hate that movie, (Name)," he complained. "Man, if you want me to sing for you, at least pick out a good song or musical..." he grumbled out, pulling out his Poke Nav- probably to check his Instagram, seeing how vain he was. You swiftly snatched the device away from him, much to his apparent dismay.

                "Hey! Arceus, you little-"

                You pressed your index finger against his frowning lips. "Sing for me, and you'll get it back! You can take your selfies later, but you've got to sing for me just this once! Or I'll delete your favorite pictures!" you warned, a threatening tone seeping into your voice.

                Altaria scoffed again. "(Name), you know I can just re-save them onto that, right?" he pointed out, and you stared at the device hesitantly.

                "Then I'll delete all of your social media!" you hummed happily, waving the phone in the air tauntingly. "All you've got to do is just sing one song for me!" you sent him a smug grin. He scowled at you, leaning over in an attempt to take it back, but you shifted away from the cotton-candy blue-haired male.

                "(Name)," He hissed out warningly, his eyes narrowing into sapphire slits. A pang of uncertainty stabbed you, but you held his gaze fiercely. His eyes scanned over your face for a few minutes before he slowly let out a sigh. "Fine, fine. What do you want me to sing?"

                You jumped up happily, heart on fire. "Really?!" you asked excitedly, clutching his touch-screen phone closely to your chest. He rolled his eyes at you and put his hand out expectantly.

                "Yeah," Altaria replied curtly, fingers beckoning you to give him back his device. "Just tell me whatever your loser-heart wants to listen to, and I'll sing for you." You beamed at his response, and placed his phone back in his hand.

                "Great! In that case-"

                "I lied about the singing."



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You felt yourself drift into consciousness. You began to fall back asleep but you noticed something odd. Where was your bed, your sheets, your mattress? Eyes still closed, you could feel yourself on laying on your back, on what you knew was the ground. Your arm shifted, causing a rustle of leaves. The forest, you thought. How did I get to the forest?
Eyes still closed, on the edge of dreaming again, you went through the previous night. It had been so normal, you thought. You brushed your teeth, you got into bed, what happened? You were in your own home, weren't you? You must have been sleepwalking, straight from out of your house and into the lawn. Strange. Or perhaps you were still dreaming?

"Wake up, love."

Finally, your body jolted adrenalin into your veins and you lifted your heavy head off of the floor. You could have sworn you heard someone say something, but it was too silent and the world felt too empty for anyone to be around you. It was dark, but a purple and blue hue surrounded the forest, like a late sunset or early sunrise.
You sat up and were surprised by the rustle of thick fabric beneath you. You were wearing what felt like an elaborate dress, light blue with a white apron, for all you could see in the violet darkness. Just like Alice, you thought, could it be?

You looked ahead, and saw a twinkle of soft yellow light. A firefly? It was too yellow, like a string light, just not attached to a string. Another light twinkled alive in the distance, and then another. All of a sudden a hundred lights were appearing above you, like miniature stars floating in mid air. The curious lights displayed themselves in a makeshift trail in the sky, giving you a sign of where to go.

You gingerly lifted yourself up off the ground and began to step towards the lighted trail. You noticed that you were barefoot now, but you didn't mind, especially since the ground was getting softer and was covered in more and more silk-like grass the closer you got to your destination. Now the dress you were wearing was completely visible. It was made of a thick chiffon fabric, with blue buttons fastened to the front and a white bow decorating the back. It must have been very expensive, you thought. This wasn't a cheap costume, this was real.

As you came closer to what you were sure was the final turn, light leaked out of the trees and music began to play softly in the distance. Something from Alice in Wonderland, you thought. Something you used to sing as a child. You finally turned the corner, and you gasped.

A thousand lights decorated the sky, along with paper lanterns and glass chandeliers, all seemingly suspended in space. They all illuminated a clearing, where a long rectangular table sat, with assorted chairs placed respectively by plates and cups and teapots of different sizes and colors.

In the middle of the table, across from you, was a man. Blonde, handsome, his head leaning against his hand casually as he stared at a gold pocket watch. You wished you could go back, reassess the situation, but you were already stepping towards him.

“No room.” He stated, bored. He didn’t even look up at you.

You were so close to him now, he was just across the table and you could see him clearly. This was definitely the mad hatter, you thought. He certainly had the hat (which was placed on the table beside him for the time being), and the bright clothes, that were rather good looking on him. Could you really be Alice, could this be real?

“Excuse me?” You said, maybe if he just got a good look at you he would be more interested in talking, and explaining your situation.

With a sigh, he clicked his watch shut and turned his head to you, but then he stopped, as if he had been frozen in time. A smile suddenly spread on his face, and it was handsome, but somehow so unsettling paired with his piercing green eyes that it stunned you.

“Well there is room for you, my dear.” He stood up suddenly, and seemed almost surprised with himself. He shifted and quickly sat back down.

“Please, sit down, my love.” His smile vanished then, as if he had said something he shouldn’t have. You took a seat parallel from him anyways, regardless about your mixed feelings to the strange man.

“Where am I?” You asked, a stupid question you later realized. You had so many questions, that you couldn’t think of a single good one. You were still a bit slow, and your were cheeks still hot from sleep.

“Why, I think you know the answer to that, Alice.”

He only flashed that smile again. You didn’t know what to say, so you put your attention on to the various treats on the table, cookies and biscuits, all with phrases on them in delicate silver lettering. “Eat me” or “be kind” and even “poison” on one in particular. Music played softly in the background, it sounded old and scratchy like it was being played on a record, and you were sure it was the soundtrack to Alice in Wonderland.

The man broke the silence, “My name is Arthur, you probably know me as The Mad Hatter. I’ve been waiting for you for a very long time, love.”
You were caught by how intently the man, Arthur, was looking at you. His eyes drew you in, and reeled you towards him.

“What do you mean? Am I- am I dreaming?”
He laughed, “No, my dear. I’m afraid you’re not. You don’t?- You don’t remember, do you.” Instead of looking upset, he seemed at peace, relieved.
“I don’t remember anything.”
“You’ve been here before, in dreams, of course. I’ve finally been able to bring you here, in reality. But I’m afraid you’ll have a choice to make.” His wording was clipped, chosen carefully. You were so overwhelmed by the situation, you disregarded his odd behavior.
“What choice?”
“Oh, not so fast, love. I was hoping you would join me for tea.”

He reached over the table to a gold teapot, and poured a dark, honey-colored liquid into a cup directly in front of you. The tea steamed, still hot. You could feel his eyes, hovering over you, waiting for you to take a sip. He crossed his fingers patiently and smiled ever so slightly. You brought the cup to your lips, it smelled like all of your favorite flowers and spices. The tea was smooth, velvet, almost. It left a sweet taste on the tongue, something nostalgic, but something was wrong. It was so subtle, something under the taste of cinnamon and honey, in the aftertaste, sitting on the tip of your tongue. Something almost rotten, bitter.

“What kind of tea is this, Mr. Hatter?” You asked. Mr. Hatter had rolled so easily off your tongue, as if you had known him all your life, and maybe you had.
“Your time here, your time with me, Alice. I thought it would remind you of all your dreams, our dreams."
“How many times have I been here?”
“Several, very briefly.” He looked down and to the side, running his fingers across the tablecloth. “You always leave.”

You felt bad for the man, but you still felt the need to leave. You wanted to see wonderland before you had to go back home, just in case you could wake up at any time. You pinched your wrist underneath the table to reassure yourself you weren’t dreaming.

“I’m sorry about that, Mr. Hatt-  Arthur. But I’m really not sure I know you.”
He looked at you again, those eyes staring into yours. He looked disappointed, but something else. Almost angry.
Something in the look unsettled you, all of this had been so overwhelming, you craved to be back in the forest with your thoughts.
“Arthur, I should go. Maybe I can come back?”

When he didn’t say anything, you began to stand up. All of a sudden he placed his hand on the table and jumped across, shattering dozens of pots and cups, the golden tea you had been drinking spilled across the sides of the table.
He put his hands on your shoulders and pushed you gently into your chair, something that made your face feel hot. One of his hands went to your cheek, and he touched you softly.

“Alice, why don’t you stay a little longer? You’re finally here, love. I haven’t seen you in so, so long.”
“Wh-why don’t you just come with me? I could use someone to show me around.” He seemed so desperate, but you just wanted to leave this place. The bitter aftertaste on your tongue was becoming stronger, moving into the rest of your mouth.

“Alice, you know I can’t leave.” Something in his voice was so much darker than it had been before. The music around you became a little louder, and a little slower.
“Maybe you have the wrong girl,” you said, “my name isn’t even Alice, it's-” He towered over you then.
“I have been nothing but kind to you, Alice. I have been nothing but kind and this is how you repay me in return? I have been waiting for you to return, for years. For years I have been stuck in this place, waiting for you, and now we’re finally together and you want to leave?" His voice rose in volume near the end, scaring you. His eyes widened again, as if he surprised himself with his own voice. He looked down and smoothed out his shirt before taking on a calmer tone. "This behavior is not very becoming of you, my dear.”

You couldn’t understand why he had been so upset, but things seemed more familiar now, and you wanted to leave more than ever. He had both of his hands around your face now, and he was looking more intently than before. You didn’t have any time to think before he brought his lips to yours. You tried to push away, but he held you too tight. The music became louder and the record scratched. The lights above you flickered and burned out at once. The music stopped. Everything was silent and dark.

You could taste him then, the bitter taste from the tea overwhelmed you, and you remembered everything.

You remember a reoccurring dream you had forgotten, a nightmare. One of a wonderland, in a real dream world. One of a man trapped in a never-ending tea party for eternity, convicted of witchcraft and something dark by the queen of the dreamland. All the times you visited him, he would never tell you the real reason he was being punished. It scared you.
You remembered the first visit. slipping into that world on accident, and then meeting that man over and over again. Every time he would be so sweet, and when it came time to wake up, he wouldn’t let you leave, and every time he would wrap his hands around your neck to keep you with him.
You remembered waking up, drenched in sweat, choking, and then drifting back to sleep as if nothing had happened.

But this time it was real.

This time you wouldn’t wake up, he had brought you there somehow, with magic or spells or sheer force of will, and he was going to make you stay.
He finally let you pull away, and you felt his hands move from your face to your throat. The lights flickered again, and came back again, except this time they were all red. The place glowed ruby red, from the teapots to the grass to Arthur's skin. He began to wrap his hands around your throat, tighter now.

“A choice!” You said quickly, panicked for time.
“What?” He asked, he looked down at you, confused, a moment of sanity.
“You said I had a choice, a choice to make.”

He brought his hands down again, now to your shoulders.
“Of course, of course. How could I have forgotten?” A smile spread on his face again, his teeth glowed red as he kissed you again, quickly. He leaned into your ear and whispered, “Check your pockets, my love.”
You did. Inside you found a vial, liquid inside. It looked like blood, but you couldn't tell due to the lights.

“Drink this,” He said, “drink this and stay with me, forever.”
“Or?” You asked, you were terrified, you only wanted to go home. He brought his hands back up to your neck, touching it gently with his fingers.

“Or never wake up again.”
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Also, I made a mix on 8tracks to accompany it, which you can find here:…

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Just a note,
For anyone who has felt,
Like they have been broken.
Just like an old toy.
Thrown and tossed around like a rag doll.
To anyone who feels,
They re tearing at their seams.
And they re losing all control.

A note to the little girl,
Who sat.
And waited for her mother.
Or her father.
To come back home,
To keep her safe,
While she cried.
Or to at least of said goodbye.
And wishes they d come back and tell her,

A note to the lonely boy.
So quiet and reserved.
Who sits and takes their cruel words.
Thinking it s what he deserved.
To be thrown into lockers,
And thinking he can find something better,
With the company of a razor,
Rather than a human.
Because humans have caused him more hurt,
Than the blades that pierce his skin.

A note to the beautiful girls.
Who walk for miles,
Until they have blisters on their feet.
Because they will not accept the defeat,
Of having to see numbers,
That tell them they are not worthy.
They are not pretty.
And they should not be living.
If they can't be skinny.

To the beaten little girls and boys,
Who come home,
Only to receive bruises on their skins,
And cry In their rooms all alone.
Because they've received scratches and broken bones.
From the ones,
That all they want from,
Is a little love.

Little girl,
It is not your fault.
Your parent left you.
There is nothing you could do.
Don't blame yourself.
They should feel sorry,
For missing out on such an amazing person,
Like You.

lonely boy,
Or girl.
Please sweetheart,
Put your knife down.
Don't listen to them,
You re more than labels and ugly words.
you're not worthless.
You're perfect.

Beautiful girls,
Don't worry about
Being a stick figure.
Be proud of your curves.
And be accepting of your imperfections.
It doesn't matter,
You're so much better,
Than the people who call you ugly.
So please,
Love yourself.
Because no one will see your beauty,
If you cant even see,
It yourself.

The abused little boys.
Who have scars upon their skin.
I can't say I understand,
But stay strong.
You're loved.
Even if it seems like no one cares.
You are.
And tell someone.
I wish I could take all of your bruises,
And make them disappear.
And take you away from here.
But all I can offer,
Are words.

Take these words.
And fight.
Fight for your life.
Kick and scream against the void,
Take your hands off the trigger,
And raise them into the sky.
Spread out your arms
And fly.
Because you're strong.
Anyone else who says otherwise,
Is wrong.
No matter what your demons are,
You can run
And you can run far.
You can out run the past.
And find your new future.
Just hold on.
I know this is really long and not even a poem.
i am so sorry ;~; please don't hate me.
but I just wanted to write this, trying to cure some writers block and also I feel this needed to be said.
love you all <3 stay strong
and if you need to note someone I am here c:
(even if you're just bored xD I like talking so yeah hahaha)
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                                                         ~YOU HAVE A CHANCE~

    You didn’t know how long you had been lying on the bed, crying, but it had been at least an hour, maybe two. Loki had not come back, nor had any servants neared the room. You didn’t know what made you cry like this – you rarely ever cried anyway. But after seeing, no, after feeling everything that Loki had gone through, you felt as if your heart was being ripped out of your chest and all you could do was cry. You knew that this wasn’t Loki’s entire story. You knew he had been to Midgard, you caught glimpses of what had gone on there, but those memories hadn’t come to you like the ones of Asgard had. You didn’t know why. Maybe it was that Loki had pushed you away before you could follow his timeline that far or maybe it was that in Asgard those memories were stronger. You didn’t know, and for now you really didn’t care. How had you even been able to see his memories? He’d obviously not wanted to reveal them. But you still had, and right now you only felt pity for Loki. With no memories of your own past, recalling his was all you could do, and as you thought through each moment, you could only try to understand him.

    You didn’t know why, but you could understand Loki. You understood the longing to please a father, to be accepted and appreciated. You felt his pain and you shared it. But why? What was your own past? What had happened to you that you could understand Loki of all people so well?

    You needed answers. You needed to know what was going on everywhere, and somewhere within that search you would find out who you were. You didn’t even know how the two were connected but they were.

    You sniffled once more as you sat up and wiped away what tears were left. You had cried enough. It was only early afternoon at the latest, and you couldn’t stay in Loki’s chambers all day. You were fairly confident Loki wasn’t going to be back for a few more hours, if he even returned here at all today.

    You got up and made sure you looked presentable enough before you slipped out the door and into the grand hall, heading in the opposite direction of the throne room (aka what you were familiar with). You vaguely remembered what Loki had told you yesterday about wandering around, but you really didn’t care. If Loki would become worried about you he could find you, what with the “connection” you now shared. You tried not to think about it as you walked, though it was difficult not to.

    Instead, you tried to take in the beauty of the palace around you. It was more beautiful than you could have ever imagined or described, but all of it, somehow, felt familiar. Being here just felt right, but you still had no idea why.

    You wandered through halls, down stairs, through more halls and up and down more stairs until you had absolutely no idea where in the palace you were. Not that it mattered, really. You were too lost in your thoughts to notice anything, until you heard someone call your name.

    “__________?” A low, almost thunderous voice said from nearby.

    You turned around quickly, and there you saw Thor standing, watching you curiously.

    “It is __________, yes?” he asked as he walked slowly towards you.

    You nodded silently as you glanced around. You were alone, and for as much as Loki would have disliked that you were with Thor, you did not feel threatened by him and, at the moment, even welcomed his company.

    Thor gave you a kind smile as he came nearer. “I would have thought Loki would be watching you like a hawk now,” he remarked with a soft chuckle.

    You shrugged and glanced up at him. He was just a bit taller than Loki, but his massive build made him seem much larger. “You’d think that right?” you sighed as you looked away. “It’ll be a miracle if he’ll even come near me now.”

    Thor watched you, his brow furrowed. “What do you mean?” he inquired out of genuine curiosity.

    You turned away from him and shrugged again. “I…”you paused. Should you tell Thor what had happened? Loki would most certainly not want you to, but he wasn’t here at the moment. For as much as he might have disliked Thor (and at least now you could begin to understand why), you saw no reason why you should consider him untrustworthy. With a sigh you looked back at him, and slowly you began to explain what had happened.

    Thor listened intently, curious and surprised when you told him what had happened. He’d known Loki was going to attempt to teach you magic, but such a thing as breaking through his mental barrier was the last thing that was expected.

    “After that, Loki just left,” you finished, lowering your eyes to the ground. “I waited around for a while longer but when he didn’t come back I came to look for him. I haven’t seen him though.”

    Thor nodded slowly. All the talk of magic wasn’t something he was used to and though he couldn’t understand all the details of it, he did understand what you had done, though he couldn’t say how it had happened. “You have little to worry about,” he reassured you. “Loki will find a way to deal with this but don’t think he’ll simply abandon you. He wants to help you, and I can only assume it is because you’ve caught his eye.”

    “What?” you asked, surprised.

    Thor grinned as he looked down at you. “You must have noticed. Why else would he have brought you here? Why else would he agree to teach you? Odin may have given a command but if Loki truly did not wish to he would find a way to get around it.” He paused, as childhood memories of him and his brother crossed his thoughts. “Loki does what pleases him. And he enjoys your company, though he tries very well to hide it.”

    You gave a faint smile. Hearing Thor say those things made you happy, though it was like a childhood crush that you had. You knew Loki was dangerous and you knew that you would not have anything to do with him if you could not trust him. But for what you had seen, what you had felt – you’d seen a side of Loki that no one else ever had.

    “You truly think so?” You asked softly, looking back at him.

    Thor nodded firmly. “I do,” he replied, pausing again. “You must understand what this has brought to you, __________. You know Loki’s pain now more than any of us ever have. I will not ask you to share those things with me, but you have been given a chance to help Loki. You know what he has suffered, and you know how you can help. That is what I have been trying to do for so long, but perhaps it is your place and not mine to do so.”

    “So you want me to try to make him good again?” You asked.

    Thor smiled faintly and shook his head. “No, nothing will ever make Loki ‘good’.” He answered. “But you know how to help him, and from here you will be able to understand why he does what he does. That is what Loki needs. He will not reveal his feelings and thoughts to you, but you already know them.”

    You nodded slowly. Thor was right. You were able to understand Loki better now. And yes, you could see what his true motives and feelings for his actions were. You didn’t necessarily agree, but you understood. And wasn’t that more important?

    “Thank you, Thor,” you said softly as you took a step. “You’ve given me something to think about.”

    Thor gave you a kind smile. “I want to see my brother on a better path, but there is no one that can make him go down it. But perhaps you may assist him.”

    You nodded. “I will do what I can for him, though it may not be much.”

    “It’s more than I could ever do,” Thor replied as he gave a slight bow. “You may wish to return to Loki’s chambers. Despite whatever mood he may have been in when he left, he will not be pleased to find you missing again.”

    You nodded again. “I suppose you’re right.” You replied as you began walking back down the hall, pausing once more and looking back. “Thank you again,” you said to Thor, who in return gave you one last, gracious smile as you again turned and went on your way.

    Your walk slowed as your neared Loki’s chambers again. You were almost afraid that he would be there. Yes, he had every right to be, but for now you still had a great deal to think about and having to face Loki again wasn’t high on your list of wants. You took a deep breath as you moved through the door and into his chambers, relieved (and yet, almost disappointed) that you were alone.
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                                                        ~MORNING AFTER~

    To say that you slept in the next morning would have been an understatement. By the time you actually fell asleep, it was nearly seven in the morning, and the alarm clock by your bed went off at eight. You woke up just enough to completely turn it off (not just hitting the annoying snooze button) before you turned and buried your face in the pillow. You woke up again around eleven and was awake for nearly a whole ten minutes before you fell back asleep. Your bed was just too comfortable and your body too exhausted to do anything else.

    An hour and a half later you finally got out of bed. You were still very tired but you were at the point where your mind was well rested even if your body wasn’t completely. You sat up and tossed the covers off as you stretched out, falling back onto the bed. After lying there for a few more minutes you pulled yourself up and walked to your closet, digging out some clean clothes and getting dressed. You settled on a pair of dark jeans, a red t-shirt, and a pair of white ankle socks. Everything that happened that night felt like a dream. You glanced down at your hand, running your fingers along the scar. No, last night had not been a dream.

    You glanced at the door quickly. If everything that happened last night had been real, that mean that Loki was still in your apartment. The reality of such a thought truly began to sink in. Loki Laufeyson, the god of mischief was in your apartment. How did things like that even happen?

    What puzzled you more than anything was how you even knew who Loki was. You hadn’t recognized him upon first sight, but as soon as he had said his name you knew it. Why? Had you somehow known him in the past? It was unlikely, considering he did not know you. You didn’t even know you. Your mind was a blank slate right now. Everything you needed to know was there. General information, bits of memoires, and the name you went by. But that was it.

    Well there was nothing else you could do right now to fix your memory. Fury asked you to investigate all that was going on, and you were just as curious yourself. You still didn’t know where to start. Loki would give you no answers or even hints as to what you should do. It was almost as if he didn’t care.

    With a sigh you ran your fingers through your hair and pulled open the door, going to the bathroom to freshen up for the day. As you brushed your teeth, you wondered what you were going to do. If you had some sort of job anywhere, you couldn’t remember it, but you had a feeling that there was no job. And there was no normal schedule for you to follow.

    Then you remembered Loki and your conversation with him last night. You still wanted to learn about magic, since you had the ability. You were fairly confident Loki would agree, and even if he said no you could probably convince him.

    You stepped out of the bathroom and caught of glimpse of Loki at the edge of the hall. You stepped out of his sight and waited for him to move away, hoping he hadn’t heard you. It seemed that he hadn’t, because he stepped out of the hall and back to the window. You wondered what he watched that he always stood there.

    Taking a deep breath, you stepped out of the bathroom again and walked down the hall, trying to act normal – whatever normal was. “Good morning,” you called to Loki as you walked over to the fridge.

    Loki turned and looked at you, then approached you from the opposite side of the counter. “Good morning, __________,” he replied.

    “Do you want me to make you some breakfast?” you offered as you opened the door and glanced in, only then remembering that there was hardly any food. “On second thought, you may just want to find your own. I’m sort of low on supplies currently. So eat whatever you can conjure-“

    You turned around and stopped. The table was covered in all sorts of foods varying from fruits to meats to cheeses. You started at Loki with wide eyes.

    “What?” he asked as he reached for a grape and threw it in his mouth as he sat.

    You shook my head, sill shocked. “Nothing…conjuring food it is then!” You said as you reached for a ripe strawberry and took a bite. It was perfectly sweet and just the right texture. You smiled at Loki, who was still watching you. “How did you do that?” you asked.

    Loki shrugged. “Magic,” he replied. “A similar spell to what you used in the Abyss.”

    “So you just moved the food here then?” You asked. “From where?”

    “Asgard,” Loki replied. “Though now there is someone in the palace missing their breakfast…”

    You laughed softly as you took another piece of fruit. “So when do we start?” you asked as you took a seat across from him.

    “Start what?” Loki inquired, eying you curiously.

    You rolled your eyes. “Won’t you teach me magic like yours?”

    Loki appeared surprised by the reminder. “I said I would think about it,” he replied slowly.

    “Well you had all night,” You countered. “How much time does it take to convince yourself you want to teach me?”

    “And why would I want to do that?”

    You smirked as you leaned back in your chair. “As I said last night, Loki, I can help you. You’ve always got a scheme I mind. Surely a little added help couldn’t hurt?”

    Loki remained still, but you could see in his eyes the enjoyment of the many possible things he could say. He leaned forward slightly. “Do you really want to know what is on my mind right now, __________?” he asked, his voice low and enticing.

    Yes, you thought, but kept quiet. You knew enough of Loki to know that he was avoiding making an agreement. Where this any other time you may have indulged him and played along, but not today. Today you still needed answers as to what you going on and a few lessons in magic to help you on your way. “Why were you in the Abyss?” you inquired.

    Loki leaned back and frowned at you as he thought. “That is none of your concern.”

    “It is if I’m trying to figure out what is happening,” you replied.

    “It is still none of your concern,” Loki repeated.

    You crossed your arms. “You can’t avoid answering everything I ask, Loki. Either explain why you won’t help me discover what is going on or start teaching me magic so I can search for myself.”

    Loki was unmoved. “You were the one who offered Fury your assistance. I had nothing to do with that.” He replied, pausing. “Why did you say you would help?”

    “I want answers, Loki.” You replied, unsuccessfully trying to hold his intense gaze.


    You were quiet for a moment. “I…”

    “You think this will somehow give you your memory back, don’t you?” Loki continued. “Do you honestly believe that by doing this you will have somehow earned your memories?”

    You didn’t answer. What were you thinking? You were desperate to know who you were, and Loki knew it. You looked back at Loki. There was only one way you could get him to help you. “Alright, Loki,” you said, uncrossing your arms and leaning forward. “I’ll make a deal with you.”

    Loki stared at you with interest. “I’m listening.”

    “If you help me, I will use my magic to take you to whatever realm you wanted to go to – Asgard, right?” You offered.

    “I don’t need your help to get back to Asgard,” he replied.

    You smiled. “True, but just how long will it take to accumulate enough of your own energy to take your there? You reminded him. “My power combined with yours would be more than enough to take you there and for me to continue my own search. Or you could just stay here and wait if you’d prefer…”

    Loki’s gaze showed the anger within him. He despised begin used, but at the moment he didn’t have a choice. “Very well, __________.” He answered as he stood and turned away. “You obviously know how to get what you want. I can admire that. If you take me from here, I will help you start your ‘investigation’.”

    You smiled, always happy to get what I wanted. “And where will my investigation start?”

    Loki glanced over his should and started at you, is eyes sparkling with mischief. “Asgard.”
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                                                         ~A FOOLISH PRINCE~

            Loki’s P.O.V.

    “Are you sure?” __________ asked. “It’s no trouble if you want anything.”

    “I said no,” I replied abruptly.

    __________ was silent and I could hear her moving silently around the kitchen. For a brief moment I wondered if I had hurt her feelings by speaking so harshly. I quickly dismissed the thought. Even if I had, why should I care? I was not her friend. I didn’t even know her. Still…I was grateful to her for what kindness she did show me.

    As I watched the rain pour outside in the darkness, I listened to _________’s movements. She was a swift creature, moving softly despite her quick movements. Such agility rarely came naturally, and even then hers was probably enhanced by some sort of training. I was still very curious to know who ________ really was. How did S.H.I.E.L.D. know her? She was not one of theirs, but they were very familiar with her.

    Then there was silence from the kitchen, followed by a soft whimper. Any mortal would not have noticed, but my hearing was keen. I turned slowly, expecting to see ________, but she was not there.

    Curious, I stepped away from the window and walked silently to the counter. There I saw her. _________ was sitting on the floor, back to the other counter, eyes shut tight. I looked and at the counter and saw a bloody knife and an apple cut in two. Looking back to __________, I saw she was hold her wrist and had a blood soaked towel in her hand.

    I moved around the counter to her side and knelt down, grabbing her wrist. __________ looked at me quickly, her eyes a mix of surprise and pain. I knew that touching her wrist hurt, but I did not let go. There was a silent plea for help in her eyes. Her beautiful, (e/c) eyes. Then she closed them.

    “What did you do?” I asked calmly, which allowed me a few moments to focus. It was obvious what had happened.

    __________ swallowed hard as she answered. “I-I was cutting an apple. The blade slipped through and…”

    “Shh…” I interrupted. I could focus now. With my free hand I carefully reached and pulled away the bloody towel and closely examined the wound. Her hand was covered in blood, but the wound itself was not serious. Fortunately for her, she had used a very sharp knife. “A clean cut,” I murmured, glancing back up at __________. “I can heal this, but you must keep still. Understand?”

    _________ was silent, and I didn’t like being ignored. I needed to know she understood what I was going to do. I wasn’t about to try to deal with a screaming woman. I gripped her wrist tighter, knowing how much it would hurt.

    _________’s eyes shot open and she turned her head towards me, her eyes livid in anger.

    “Do you understand?” I repeated, slowly.

    She nodded. Satisfied, I began to work. I had tended to wounds many times before, and most were much worse than this simple cut. How many times Thor would hurt himself training was beyond even my count…

    “You are a foolish girl, __________.” I said, glancing at her. She watched me silently as I set the towel down and began running my fingers along the edges of the wound. The healing spell I used was simple, but it did the job. As I ran my fingers across her hand, a faint blue light appeared. The more I move my fingers, the brighter the light grew. I felt __________ jerk her hand as the wound healed, but I held fast to her wrist.

    With her hand healed, my work was done. Still, I did not let go. I continued to stroke her palm with my fingers, leaning closer to her as I looked into her eyes. “Very foolish…” I murmured, my lips nearly touching hers. I wanted to kiss her. I would kiss her.

    As I leaned in to touch her lips, I raised my hand to her cheek and stoked it gently. But then I realized my mistake. My hand felt oddly wet against her skin, and when I looked, I realized I had forgotten my hands still had blood on them.

    I pulled away from __________ quickly and stood, embarrassed. She stared at me curiously before she noticed my hands. She raised her own hand to her cheek and wiped off a bit of the blood, looking back at me.

    “I’m sorry, __________.” I said quickly, turning away. I walked briskly out of the kitchen and returned to the room she had allowed me to stay in, slamming the door shut behind me furiously.

    I had called her foolish, but in truth I was the one that was foolish. A foolish prince. What was I doing, getting distracted by a mere mortal girl? Because she wasn’t just a mere mortal girl. __________ was a mystery, and with every passing moment I desired to find the answer to her. Who was she? What was she?

    Stop it! I began pacing furiously as I thought. I could not be distracted any more. I had my own plans to attend to, and lately it had just been one distraction after another. What was I to do if I followed __________ on her little mission for S.H.I.E.L.D.? I knew I should leave as soon as I was able to. But the thought of leaving __________ behind did not appeal to me. What was I to do?

             Your P.O.V.

    You pulled yourself off the floor and gingerly picked up the bloody towel, throwing it in the trash. You tried not to think about almost kissing Loki as you cleaned up the mess in the kitchen. Why had Loki tried to kiss you? You knew Loki never did anything just because. So what was his motive?

    With a sigh you washed the blood off your hands and face. Despite your distrust of Loki, you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of his gentle touch. It was…surprising to see such a trait in him, but it was not unpleasant.

    Everything was clean in the kitchen now. The only sign that anything had happened was the scar on your hand. It amazed you at Loki’s skill in magic. You had always known (though how, you still were not sure) that Loki had been well studied in many forms of magic, but healing you was…impressive. You wondered if you were capable of such magic.

    With a sigh you turned and walked down the hall, pausing outside Loki’s door. You could hear him pacing within, and you were surprised that he was still awake. He was probably still thinking about your almost kiss. Not that you blamed him. It was pretty awkward for him to almost kiss you and then smear your own blood across your face. Stuff like that was definitely a mood killer.

    You knocked on the door. “Loki?” you called softly. Silence. You knocked again; grabbing the handle and pushing the door open an inch. “Loki?” you called again.

    “What?” you heard his reply, once again taking on a harsher tone, though it did not seem as genuinely uncaring as before.

    You pushed open the door a little further and poked your head through, eying him. He stood near the center of the room, his tall figure casting a shadow in your direction. “May I come in?” you asked.

    A pause. “If you wish,”

    You pushed open the door the rest of the way and stepped into the room. Loki was turned towards you, but he would not look at you. You stood there in awkward silence, neither of you having anything to say. You glanced around the room nervously. Maybe you should have just let Loki be.

    Loki sensed that the awkward silence remained. “Was there something you wanted?” he asked quietly, his voice void of any emotion.

    “I wanted to say thank you,” You replied quickly, glad that you had some answer to give. “For healing my hand.”

    Loki nodded absently. “You’re welcome,” he replied.

    “How did you do it?” You asked. Loki glanced at me curiously. “I mean, I know you used magic, but I’ve never seen any spell like that before.”

    “If you could even remember seeing any kind of magic,” Loki added with a hint of sarcasm.

    You paused, smirking at his comment. “I would know if I had seen such magic before.” You replied. “Where did you learn to cast those spells?” I asked innocently.

    Loki glanced at you, debating whether or not it was worth answering you. If he wanted you to leave, all he would have to do is ask. But no, he answered. “Asgard,” he replied.

    “Do you think I could learn magic?”

    Loki chuckled, glancing at me with a pleasing smirk on his thin lips. “You already know how to use magic, _________. Or have you forgotten that only a few hours ago we were in the Abyss.”

    Of course you had not forgotten. You were continuously reminding yourself that only a few hours ago you had met Loki. You rolled my eyes. “I’ve not forgotten that just yet,” You replied. “You know what I’m asking for, Loki. Is it possible for me to learn magic like you use?”

    “I suppose it is,” Loki replied slowly. “Though it would have to be taught to you. Magic like that is not something you can learn on your own.”

    “Will you teach me?” You inquired. You couldn’t help yourself. Loki was one of the most knowledgeable souls in all the Nine Realms. Even in your current state you knew that.

    Loki stared at you surprised and curious and crossed his arms over his chest. “Why would I teach you?”

    “Because you’re such a loving and generous person,” You replied sarcastically, smiling. “And because I have the capability to help you,” Yes, give Loki an idea that teaching you was somehow a benefit to him.

    “Hmm…” Loki raised a finger to his lips as he thought. “Hmm…” he glanced up at you, a knowing glimmer in his eye. You knew that look. Loki was forming a plan. “I will have to think on it,”

    You knew he would say yes. You already planted the seed of an idea in his mind, and now you would just have to let it grow. But Loki would not give up on one of his plans. You smiled at him. “Alright,”

    Loki managed to give a tired smile. “Go to sleep, __________.” He said, not unkindly but commanding. “I need to be alone for a little while.”

    You smirked one last time at him as you turned to the door. “Sweet dreams, Loki,” you said as you slipped out and closed the door behind you.
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                                                          ~A FOOLISH GIRL~

    Anderson led you and Loki back to the SUV and returned you to your apartment. Only when the SUV pulled away from the curb did you release Loki’s hand. He stared at you, a curious look in his eyes. He almost seemed disappointed that you had let go.

    You felt a drop of water land on the tip of your nose. Glancing up, you saw the dark clouds overhead as it began to rain. Glancing at Loki, you turned and hurried to the door of your apartment building, leaving him to follow. Back in your apartment, you felt like you could finally relax. As you locked the door, you glanced at Loki, who had moved to the window and was staring out at the balcony.

    You couldn’t help but admire him. His tall stature made him notable, and he carried himself with all the grace and dignity of an Asgardian prince. Whenever he looked at you with his blue-green eyes, you couldn’t help but feel a slight shiver go down your spine. Loki was desired. You could definitely say that.

    The thought crossed your mind and you wondered if Loki could still love. In his insanity he had abandoned all sentimentality and gentle emotions, but had anything changed since then? Despite all his faults you believed that Loki could still be a good man if he chose to be. The only question was would he make that choice?

    In your heart you felt something towards Loki. Compassion? Pity? Surely not love. Love was one of those things that came over time, and you had only known Loki for a few hours, really. Time would only tell what could happen, if anything would happen, between you two. Right now, you needed to keep your mind focused on everything else that was going on.

    You stifled a yawn. Glancing at a clock on the wall, you squinted to check the time. It was 5:30 A.M. It was fair to say you were both physically and mentally exhausted. Your short nap on the way to S.H.I.E.L.D. had hardly been enough for your body to recover after traveling through the Abyss.

    You arched your back and bent backwards as far as you could, smiling as you felt your back pop in various places. When you straightened up, you caught Loki staring at you. “What?” you asked him, still smiling.

    “I-nothing.” Loki turned away quickly, almost embarrassed that you had caught him staring at you. What exactly had he been staring at?

    You eyed him suspiciously. Was it that he found you attractive? He looked at you often enough, but with the abrupt way he always treated you, you would have thought not. With one last questioning glance at Loki, you turned and walked over to the fridge, searching for something to eat. You tried not to remember when the last time was that you had eaten, because like so many other things – you didn’t remember. For now it was best if you only thought of the present and possible future.

    Looking through the fridge, you saw there wasn’t much there – a few drinks, some basic food necessities, and a box of leftover Chinese. Hmm…if you and Loki were going to stick around here for even a few days, you would need to go to a store or something.

    You set the Chinese back in the fridge and grabbed two eggs from the carton. Swinging the door closed, you grabbed a pan from a cupboard and filled it with water, then set it on the stove to heat. You glanced over your shoulder. “Loki?”

    “What?” he asked, still staring out the window.

    You paused as you stared at him. “I’m making some food, did you want something to eat?” you asked, feeling somewhat awkward. It wasn’t every day you had an Asgardian prince in your apartment and offered to make him food.


    “Are you sure?” You asked. “It’s no trouble if you want anything.”

    “I said no,” Loki answered abruptly.

    Well fine, you thought, turning back and carefully spooning the eggs into the water. Why was it that Loki was always so abrupt, even to your kindness? You wondered if it was really worth showing him any kindness. But you knew the answer. As long as you showed him kindness, he would have no legitimate right to treat you unkindly.

    As the eggs cooked in the water, you selected one of the apples from the fruit basket on the counter and tossed it in the air, thinking. It was weird having Loki in your apartment. Everything with him was always dramatic and noble (or not) and complete grandeur, yet here he was in your apartment standing by the window while you boiled eggs. Somehow that just wasn’t an image you ever thought you would see.

    You tossed the apple up one last time and when you caught it, you turned and pulled out one of the drawers and withdrew a sharp kitchen knife. Holding the apple in the palm of your hand, you cut deeply into it with the knife. The knife passed swiftly through the apple.

    But it didn’t stop there.

    The knife passed through the apple and cut deeply into your hand. Immediately you felt a stinging sensation across your hand. Then the pain came. You dropped the knife and cut apple onto the counter as the blood poured from your hand.

    You took a step back, holding your hand and biting your lip to keep from screaming. The pain was agonizingly sharp, from your hand even up your arm. Your hand was bleeding rather freely, and you knew that if it continued you would have even more problems.
You reached up and grabbed a towel from the counter and pressed it against the cut. As much as you tried to keep quiet, the touch of the fabric caused even more pain and you couldn’t help but cry out softly.

    Tears were beginning to come to your eyes. You weren’t one to normally cry, but the pain was overwhelming. You closed your eyes tightly and prayed for the pain to go away…

    A second later you felt someone grab your arm tightly. You opened your eyes quickly and there Loki was, kneeling next to you. Loki…you had completely forgotten he was there.

Loki looked at you silently, noticing the blood on your clothes and the floor. Your blood. You closed your eyes tightly, for Loki’s touch caused even more pain.

    “What did you do?” he asked calmly.

    You swallowed hard as you answered. “I-I was cutting an apple…” another tear trickled down your cheek. “The blade slipped through and…”

    “Shh..” Loki said, taking your cut hand in his as he carefully pulled away the towel. You looked away quickly. As far as you knew you weren’t too shy about blood, but you really didn’t need to see your wound again. You could still feel the blood drip from it.

    Loki examined your wound closely. “A clean cut,” he murmured, glancing up at you. “I can heal this, but you must keep still. Understand?”

    Eyes shut tight; you made no movement or sound.

    Loki squeezed your wrist to get your attention. Pain once again shot up your arm as you turned you head quickly and glared at him.

    “Do you understand?” he repeated.

    You nodded silently and watched him work. Taking the towel, Loki wiped away as much blood as he could. By now the wound was barely bleeding, though every touch of the towel made you wince in pain.

    Setting the towel on the floor, Loki ran his fingers gently along the edges of the cut. Again, you winced, but you took notice to how gently he worked.

    “You are a foolish girl, __________.” He said, glancing at you disapprovingly.

    You stared at him silently.

    Loki continued to circle the edges of the wound with his fingers, and very faintly a blue light appeared around the wound. The more Loki moved his hand, the brighter the light grew. You could feel the edges of the wound pull together, which was its own painful experience. You involuntarily tried to pull away, but Loki held fast to your wrist with his other hand.

    Moments later your hand was healed, the only hint that something had happened was a thin, silvery scar. You stared at it, speechless that Loki had been capable of healing you so well.

    Loki stroked the palm of your hand tenderly, his slender fingers causing your skin to tingle. He was so close to you…

    “Very foolish…” Loki murmured, looking into your eyes. He leaned closer to you; his lips not even an inch away from yours. You stared into his beautiful blue eyes, completely captivated. Just as he was about to close the space between you, he stroked your cheek gently, but stopped suddenly and pulled away.

    Disappointed and surprised at his sudden movement, you stared at him questioningly. Loki stood quickly, and you saw that he still had blood on his hands. You raised your own hand to your cheek and felt the sticky feel of blood.

    “I’m sorry, __________.” Loki said quickly, turning away. You stayed where you were on the floor, and a moment later you heard the door to Loki’s room slam shut.
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Two years have passed since the incident in New York. The city rebuilt itself quite rapidly considering how much damage it took. S.H.I.E.L.D. thought it would be wise for you to have a break after Loki left to Asgard for his trail, but it wasn’t much of a break since not too long after the event Tony started to have horrible panic attack about the incident and more destruction following that. After that, you’ve been busy with missions and trying to piss off Fury to the point his head almost boiled like an egg. The high point in everything was when you came back from one of your missions, Coulson surprised you with a visit in your temporary quarters on the helicarrier. It all happened so fast. First there was disbelief, second came the tears, then you threw your arms around him so hard Phil had to beg mercy for you to let go.

But even with all that… still miss him.

The one who truly understood you and made you smile.

You walked down the hallway in your condominium complex tired as all hell from a mission. Your boots clicking against the concrete while you jiggle your keys in your coat pocket. You successfully finished your task  to stop terrorist faction in New York with Natasha and Clint, but they even notice that you’ve been more blank and stoic than usual for the last two years.

A messaged ranged from your phone. You took it out from your other coat pocket to see a text about another mission in Washington D.C. with Steve Rogers; you quickly set it aside though. There was too much on your mind, each day being worse than the last. You put your phone away and grabbed the door handle with your keys.


“Hey, (y/n). Clint and I have been getting really worried about you,” Natasha spoke while the two of you walked down a field away from a building on fire.

“I’m fine,” you replied blankly.

She quickly walked in front and stopped right in front of you. “No, you haven’t! Look, you told me to stop worrying because you’re not a kid anymore, but the way you’ve been acting is not healthy!” You couldn’t answer back. All you could do was look down at the dirt beneath you. “I know you’ve been worried about Loki, but you have to let him go. No matter how you look at him, he’s still a war criminal.” You quickly glared at Natasha. “Ok ok, sorry. But still, who knows what the chances of him coming back from Asgard?”

You looked down again. The chances were slim to none. But still...


“...I miss him,” you breathed out quietly.

You unlocked the door and turned the handle entering your condo. Everything was the same. The same white walls with the same tan carpet. The same TV on the same entertainment system. The same coffee table next to the same ivory sofa with the not-same person sitting on it turning away from you. Wait….

You approached cautiously until you realized something familiar. A little too familiar. A familiar black, gold, and green trench coat with some gold armor pieces and black boots. The figure had long raven hair reaching passed his broad shoulders. Tears started dripping down from your eyes while your mind is debating if the person is real or not. It can’t be….


The figure stopped doing what he was doing, turned, and looked up at you with a mouth full of...chocolate?

“Oh, by the gods! I’m so sorry! How incredibly rude of me!” the god muffled while he hides his mouth with his hands. “I came to visit you, but you were not home. So, I saw some chocolate on your table, so I tried some! This chocolate is quite delicious though! You were definitely right!”

You couldn’t believe this god in front of you. After all these years, he finally found out a way to see you and in such a way that made you giggle like a school girl.

“Come here, you!” You ran and tackled him hard.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters. They all belong to Marvel.

~Based on The Avengers movie~

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After all this time, since the first of February, it's finally done.

Thank you to all! REALLY! My comeback fic since I "retired" from writing fics back in 2002.
It seriously is such an honor for everyone to like Blunt Weapon so much!
Thank you for all your support! 
Much Loki love to everyone!

I originally got the idea for the ending from this a while ago:
I had it in my head the whole time since then! xD

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