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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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you should get omega ruby just for that
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Hey ho! 

I've returned from my dear friend Hayami Mae and because we're both completely insane we did nothing but crazy shit and roleplays and drawings and fangirling and having a Magma VS Aqua battle and ruining our favourite characters. Just like every time we meet. XDD 

One of the many thing we came up with this time was Maxie and Archie driving in a car together. And as you can see Maxie is a horrible passenger! XDD Beware of heavy swearing! XDD
I guess this was a lot funnier in our silly heads than it eventually turned out in this comic, but still, I hope you can enjoy it nonetheless. lol
Mae and I also had ideas of Maxie himself driving, but then this comic would be way too long. XD

Also, I'm sorry for the increasingly bad drawings, the pure non-understanding of how cars look and the lazy colouration, but its 2.30 a.m. right now, I'm tired as f*ck and can't be bothered with anything else now. X''D

If there are any spelling/grammar mistakes, please let me know and I'll fix them tomorrow. XD
Maxie & Archie (c) Gamefreak/Nintendo
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This is my Version of Ken Kaneki from Tokyo Ghoul :3
With Ink again XD 
I love this story but I can just read the manga because the anime is airing :o WATCH (read) IT!! <3
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Lineart by :iconxxajisai-graphicxx:
Color By Me :) 
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Here i go with another tokyo ghoul drawing xD
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the past few months really busy with work last year.
2015, I will work harder.
I'm back.
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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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2p  Italy By Whitekittyredhair-d5v6cis by The-Amazing-Kay
"Hold still." You commanded, holding your boyfriend's arm with one hand and cleaning the wound on it with the other.

Luciano hissed when the cleaning rag hit his arm, trying to pull his arm away. "That hurts!"

"It's going to hurt a lot more when I smack you if you don't sit still." You snapped, tightening your grip on his arm. He huffed and kept still, wincing every time you touched his arm.

You see, your boyfriend had a tendency to get into fights, usually for stupid reasons, and usually with two of his friends, Kuro and Lutz. They also got quite carried away sometimes, and that usually resulted in one of them getting hurt. This time, however, the fight Luciano had gotten into had been with a guy named Allen, who was pretty tough. Luciano had come out of the fight with a black eye, a swollen cheek, a twisted ankle, a fractured wrist, and a knife wound on his right arm.  Needless to say, he'd lost. 

"What exactly did you do this time to make Allen beat the shit out of you?" You asked, putting down the rag and beginning to bandage the cut. 

"First of all, he didn't beat the shit out of me." Luciano stated, glaring at you, "I got a few good hits in."

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. "Yeah, right."

"I did!" Luciano insisted, then shook his head. "I can't even remember anymore."

"You don't remember? Did he hit you too hard on the head or something?"

"No." He said, scowling at you. "I think I might have said something that pissed him off."

You rolled your eyes. "No offense, but most of what you say tends to piss people off."

He shrugged, which caused him to wince due to the pain in his arm.

"Don't do that." You instructed, finishing up bandaging his arm. "There. Now, wait here while I go get some ice for your face and your ankle."

As you were walking  to the kitchen, you heard him say:

"What, the bruised cheek look isn't good on me?"

You rolled your eyes and grabbed an ice pack from the freezer. You walked back into the room, saying "No, not really. That look went out of season two years ago."

He chuckled, taking the ice pack from you and putting it on the side of his face. "That sounds like something my idiot of a brother would say."

You smirked. "It does, doesn't it."

He shook his head. "You have no idea. Last week he told me that this shirt I had was a fashion disaster because of it's color or something."

"What color was it?" You inquired.

"He said it was 'blood orange' or something. He's so pretentious."

"It's f****** red." You finished, smiling at him. He smiled back.  "Is the ice helping any?"

"No. All it's doing is making my face cold." He replied, removing the ice from his face and looking at it as if it were defective.

"That's what it's supposed to do, stupid."

"Whatever." He said, shaking his head and standing up. Then he realized his ankle was still hurt and wincing, he sat back down.

"Want me to help you to the couch?" You asked.

"I can do it myself." He snapped, and just to prove his point, hobbled into the living room and plopped down on the couch. You followed him and sat down next to him. He put his arm around you. 

Everything was quiet for a minute, and you considered turning the TV on, but decided against it. 

After a moment, Luciano finally said "You know, you didn't scold me this time."

You looked at him, slightly confused. "What do you mean?"

He shrugged. "Usually when I come home all beat up and shit you scold me."

"Okay, first of all, you didn't come home. I found you passed out in an alleyway when I went out to look for you." You reminded him.

"Whatever." He said. 

"And I guess I've just gotten to it." You replied. "You get beat up a lot."

"I do not!" He protested.

"Well, maybe not, but you do have a tendency to pick fights."

He shrugged, then suddenly became very quiet, as if he were thinking about something.He didn't say anything for a long time, which was weird for him. Usually when he got upset, he was one to yell and break things, so if he was being quiet, you weren't really sure what that was. After a long moment, he finally sighed. 

"I really am an idiot, aren't I?" 

"Oh, you finally noticed?" You asked.

"Shut up." He said, mindlessly running his hand through his hair. "I just....when you came to look for me, I was in that alley. What if Allen was still there? You could have gotten hurt. If you got hurt, especially because I was picking some stupid fight....I don't know what I'd do."

You looked at him for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"What?!" He exclaimed, "I'm being serious!" 

You laughed for a minute longer. You loved it when he got all protective of you. It was hilarious, and kind of cute. 

Finally, your laughter subsided. "Luciano, sweetie, I don't think you have to worry about me. I can handle myself."

"Oh yeah?" He asked, almost as if he didn't believe it. 

"Yep, pretty sure." 

"What if someone attacked you?" He asked. 

You shrugged. "Well, I guess I'd use this." Smirking, you held up his knife, which you had swiped when he'd put his arm around you. 

"Hey!" He exclaimed, grabbing for the knife, "How did you-? Give that back!" 

You held it over his head as he made a grab for it, laughing. He couldn't move very well with his hurt arm and fractured wrist, and you used this to your advantage.

Then, he decided to play dirty, and since he was still right next to you, he leaned over and pressed his lips against yours. You brought your arm that was holding the knife down and wrapped your arms around him. He did the same with you. 

After a moment, the two of you broke apart and sat with your foreheads touching each other, like they doing in cheesy romantic movies.

"Ti amo." He said.

You smiled. "I love you too."

Then you smirked. "But I'm still not giving your knife back." You said, then jumped up off the couch and took off down the hall.

He jumped up and began hobbling after you, yelling "Wait! Come back here, dammit!"

You just laughed, knowing that'd it'd be a while before he caught you.
Heeey guys. So, I'm finally writing again! Hooray! That means I'll proabably update my story soon. That is, after I finish the other contest prize. ;)

Anyways, this is a contest prize for :iconanimegamer1223: It's very late, I know. I'm sorry!

I kind of wanted this to be more dramatic or scary, but I decided to go a little bit more on the fluffy side because 1)I couldn't really think of anything scary and 2) Luciano doesn't have much fluff stories.

So yeah. Reader taking care of hurt Luci and Luci being protective of his girl. That's cute, right?

Idk. I've got school in the morning, so I'd better get to bed. 

I hope everyone has a great day~ Bye. 
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(Name) POV

I stood looking at myself if a full body mirror. I was wearing black shorts, a (f/c) tank top and a grey cardigan. I had just put the finishing touches my small amount of makeup. I looked at myself sadly in the mirror.

I was to attend hetalia academy this year and needless to say...I was terrified. I was not much of a person to defend myself or reach out to talk to people. My two best friends had moved away and now I had...nobody. After they had left I became very depressed...and started cutting to ease the pain and my mind. The last thing I wanted was for someone at this new school to see my cuts and hate me. "(Name)! Are you ready to go?" I heard my mom yell from downstairs. The academy was holding a picnic barbecue type thing before school actually started the next day. "Y-yes!" I shouted back before slipping on my (f/c) vans and running to get into the car.

The school was not far away from my house and we got there quickly. I glanced at the large group of people who where in the large quart yard in the front. From what I knew I am the only new person here. I hesitantly got out of the car and said bye to my mom. I'm all alone now.

I shyly started to walk towards the large crowd but was stopped by a man. "Hello! You must be (name)!" He said. I looked up at him, he was a rather handsome man. "Y-yes I am. Hi" I said looking back at the ground. "Well are you a cutie! My name is-a Mr. Rome. I will be your home room teacher!" I shy looked back to the ground and nodded. "Okay..." I spoke hardly audible. I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder. Mr. Rome was kneeled down to my height ((which was short I'm 4'11)) "are-a you okay dear? You don't seem very happy to be here..." He said in a worried tone. I shook my head. "I'm...I'm okay..." I said shyly. He sighed and nodded before standing back up. "Go-a make some friends dear!" He said happily. I nodded and scurried off. All these men where so tall, about 90% percent of the school was men. I saw a few girls here and there.

I soon found a place where they where giving out water bottles so I took one and went to try and talk to people. I spoke to an Austrian man and a British one and they where quite rude, saying that I was culturally stupid....whatever that ment. After I spoke to a Japanese man who was nice but didn't say much. I also spoke to a very tall Russian guy who I found his name was Ivan. He was very nice though he commented on my height a lot. I then spoke to a large German man with slicked back hair who was nice but didn't have much to say to me.

I attempted once to speak to some of the girls but they just glared at me and looked away. I sighed and decided to just give up. I wandered until I found a large pond near the quad. I sat down on a rock and pulled my knees to my chest. "This went just about as expected." I muttered to myself. "Hey!" I heard someone behind me. I stood up and saw a girl a little taller than me with platinum blonde hair and she had a very venomous aurora around her. "Don't you dare go near my big brother again! He is mine!" She yelled. I was utterly confused. "I-I don't know what your talking about. I glanced around, nobody was there except for a group of three guys. "Yes you do! I saw you with him! Stay away!!" She yelled getting closer to me. I backed away until I was at the edge of the pond. "I really don't know who your talking about, I'm sorry!!" I said scared. I suddenly felt her hands forcefully push me back...right into the pond. I re surfaced and gasped for breath. "Chica! Take my hand!" I heard someone said. I wiped mud off my eyes and saw a man with fan skin, brown curly hair and bright green eyes holding his hand out to me. I reached and grasped it withy smaller one. He pulled me out and I couldn't help but cough since I had swallowed the pond water. "Mon due are you okay mom Cherie?" I heard a French accent say worried. I never looked at him but I felt tears brimming my eyes and I shook my head before jumping up and running inside one of the smaller buildings on campus and into the bathroom.

I ran into the stall and threw up. The pond water was gross and I was covered in mud. "What the hell did I do?!!" I said frustrated. I felt tears running down my face like a waterfall and I never wanted to go back out there. I suddenly heard a knock at the door. I left the stall and looked at the mirror. My hair was soaked, my face had mud on it and my eyes where puffy and red. I opened the door ever so slightly and saw the guys from earlier. The other two where just as handsome at the tan one. One had wavy blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes and the third had snow white hair and red eyes with a pale completion. They all looked extremely worried. "Please chica, let us in we won't hurt you. We only want to help." I looked at them the looked down at the floor before opening the door wider to let them in. "Thank you, now come here." I was suddenly pulled into a hug by the tan one. I stiffened but soon gave in and relaxed into the hug. He smelled amazing, like churros and a really good Spanish cologne. "It's okay chica, Natalia is very very mean. I'm sure you did nothing wrong." He said before letting me go." I looked up at him in shock. "Frau you have mud on your face...and everywhere else." The albino suddenly voiced. I sighed and went to go grab paper towels and started to wipe it off my face. All three of them did the same and wiped off my legs and tried to get mud off of my sweater sleeves. I couldn't help but blush that these three rather attractive men where being so nice to me. "Much better oui?" The blonde one said. I nodded shyly not making eye contact. "Now, my name is Antonio," the tan one started. "And that's Francis," he said pointing to the blonde who gave me a wink. "And Gilbert" he finished pointing to the albino. I nodded. "I'm (N-name)" I stuttered out. "Awe, your so cute! Your the new girl right?" Antonio asked. I nodded slowly then before I could stop it a tear rolled down my face. "Frau what's wrong??" Gilbert asked me placing a hand on my back. I shook my head. "N-nothing" I said. "No it's not mon Cherie, tell us. We promise not to judge. We want to be your friends oui?" Francis said grabbing my hand. I sighed, "I'm just scared to be here...nobody else seems to like me and...I don't have any other friends they moved away." I said quietly. I suddenly felt two hand cup my cheeks. I opened my eyes to see Francis. He wiped the tears away with his thumbs. "Don't cry mon cherè. Your too beautiful to cry." He said with a small grin. SÍ! Plus we're your friends now!!!" Antonio said happily. "Ja! Ve vould love to be your new friends, you seem awesome enough!" Gilbert said. I cracked a small grin "t-thank you" I said before shivering. "Chica your all wet, your going to get a cold." Antonio said as he stripped his jacket. He handed it to me. I panicked. If I took my sweater off they would see my scars and cuts. "C-can you guys wait outside the bathroom?" I asked shyly. They all complied and left. I pealed off my sweater and noticed that it now had a very large hole in the back. "Awesome." I muttered and tossed it into the trash before wiping the mud that soaked through onto my skin. I pulled on Antonio's was so warm and cozy. It was more of a sweater but it was rather big on me. It went down past my shorts. I sighed and went out of the bathroom to see the guys lounging on top of a table. I coughed quietly and got their attention. "Hahah does it fit chica?" Antonio asked with a laugh. I cracked a small grin. "I look like I have no pants on...but it's really soft." The guys smiled at me. "You look cute~" Francis said. "Now! Let's go get food because I'm freakin starving!!!" Gibert said leading the way, but not before he grabbed my hand and pulled my small form with him. We left the building and I was walking between Francis and Antonio, Gilbert was slightly ahead of us. "How tall are you frau?" Gilbert asked. "I'm 4'11...I think" I said.  They all nodded. We managed to make it to wear the food was and got some food and sat down. I say down next to Antonio across from the other two. "Ey! Tomato Bastard!" I jumped hearing the new voice. I turned and saw a man who looked angry and had a curl sticking out of his head. "Oh Romano come meet our me friend (name)!" Antonio said. "What poor girl did you bastardos trap?" He said sarcastically while sitting next to me. "Ciao, why are you wet?" He said looking at my all form. "Oh I-I got pushed into the pond" I said tucking some hair behind my ear, reviewing my many ear piercings. ((Yeah your all pierced! X3)) "mein gott Frau, I didn't pick you for someone with more than two ear piercings." Gilbert said. I could feel my face heat up. "Y-yeah..." I stuttered. The three guys laughed and the fourth one grunted in annoyance. I glanced up at him and saw he was looking at me. I quickly stared back at my lap though I could still feel his gaze on me. "I'm Lovino." He said bluntly. I nodded shortly and stood. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom..." I said quietly. "Hurry back mon cherè~" Francis said with a wink.

To be honest, I wished I could be around them and not feel like I'm making a mistake or that I'm going to get hurt. I want to be friends...their all really nice...well the three guys are. Lovino...I'm not sure if he is but he sure is cute. All of them are actually.

I walked away quickly but it wasn't long until I felt someone grab my arm. I turned and saw Antonio. "Why did you follow me?" I asked. He looked at me sadly. "Are you okay?" He asked worried. "Yeah...I'm fine." I said quietly. "Okay...I'm not going to argue right now because I know you won't budge but next time you better tell me okay?" He said. I nodded without making eye contact. "Thank you..." I muttered. "Que?" He asked. "I said thank you...your really nice. So are Gilbert and Francis." I said. I was suddenly pulled into another warm hug from the spaniard. I gave in and hugged him around his waist. I suddenly felt two more people hugging me. I looked and saw Francis and Gilbert. "Ve saw you guys hugging so ve decided to join!" Gilbert said happily. I couldn't help but laugh. All three of them laughed with me and hugged me again. "Your so cute! So, what do you say? You going to be in out little group chica?" Antonio asked. I looked at all three of them. Francis winked at me making me blush a little, Gilbert did that weird wiggle thing with his eyebrows making me smile, and Antonio just flashed a very charming smile. I smiled widely and nodded. "Yeah...yeah I will!" I said audible and loud. All three guys smiled and Gilbert picked me up bridal style. "AWESOME! Let us go! I LEFT MY FOOD AT THE TABLE!" He yelled before running off. I held onto him tightly as laughed as Francis and Antonio chased after us.

Wow....for once...I'm excited for this year.
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When I wasn't at the studio, on my days off, I generally spent most of my time alone. I never liked it though. It was always very quiet in my apartment, besides the low hum of the AC during the day. This happened to be one of the days where I wasn't hungry but Uta was, meaning I was alone in my small apartment with nothing to do. I could watch TV, but nothing was ever interesting on there. I could draw something, but I don't feel like drawing. I could go to Anteiku and get some coffee, but Nishiki works there and I despise him.

       It was rather dull without the mask maker around to talk to, even if he never seemed to talk much. But I missed Uta on days like this. Whenever I was alone my mind would always seem to wander and end up thinking about him. I always found it funny how he looks so intimidating but really he's just a big dork, and I liked that about him. I ended up drifting off into a daydream as I reminisced on the moments we've had together.

       I remember, clearly, the time he told me he loved me and how bluntly he stated it.

       "Hey (Name)," Uta said from the desk where he went to get the measuring tape to take my mask measurements.


       He wrapped the measuring tape around my head and said, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

       I giggled lightly at his inquiry, "No, Uta, I don't,"

       He nodded lightly and spoke, "I see... Will you go out with me, (Name)?"

       I was a bit shocked at his bluntness but quickly remembered that he can be like that, "Yeah, I'd love to,"

       He finished taking my measurements and spun me around on the stool to face him and kissed me. He wasn't shy about it, that's for sure. I could feel the passion behind his kiss and melted into his embrace. When he pulled away he looked into my eyes and gave me one of his rare smiles.

       "I love you, (Name)."

I smiled at the memory and laid back down  on the couch from my sitting position. There was always one good thing that came out of spending my time alone, and it was remembering those sweet moments Uta and I shared.
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Tell me what you think!Adorable Girl Anime Emoji (Double kawaii wink) V6 

You belong to: Uta~

Uta belongs to: Tokyo Ghoul

I don't own Tokyo Ghoul!
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“________. It’s...” Honestly Kisame can’t find the words to describe it. He wants to go out and brutally murder the one who did this to you, but even he has to admit that might be overreacting a little. Still, he’d rushed straight to you when he found out what had happened.

“It’s just a haircut Kisame.” You laugh a little at the shark-man’s loss for words. “... Don’t you like it?” You ask afterwards when he still appears to be rendered speechless.

“No-I mean yes.” He quickly clarifies. There’s an awkward silence between the two of you, then Kisame leaves the room.


It really isn’t that Kisame doesn’t like your new haircut. It’s just a big thing for the guy to get used to. He’s always liked long hair. Sure it might not suit him, but it looks good on his partner Itachi and it used to look amazing on you... not that you don’t look amazing without it.

Itachi’s eyes are drawn to Kisame as the shark-man gives a deep sigh. The Uchiha’s not even sure what his partner’s doing here; he had been under the impression Kisame would be spending the rest of the day with you as he so often does.

What Kisame does a lot of the time with you is what had been going through his mind when he’d sighed like that. He used to spend hours brushing your hair for you when it was long. You took good care of it on your own but this habit was relaxing for him. It wasn’t just the shaving in battle Kisame was good at; he’d started thinking he was good at other hair care stuff too.

Itachi raises an eyebrow slightly at Kisame leaving just as suddenly as he’d arrived, without even saying a word. It had looked like there was something he’d wanted to say to Itachi, but in the end Kisame had thought asking the Uchiha if he could brush his hair might have been taken the wrong way.


Maybe it would have been a good idea for you to talk with Kisame about getting your haircut before going through with it, but you’d had no idea he’d react like this. It’s almost like he’s avoiding you.

You look up at a knock on your door to see Kisame come through. You can’t really tell just by looking at him if he’s more okay with your actions than he was before.

“_______... you’re beautiful.” He finally manages to say what he might have been trying to earlier. It’s not your hair he’s looking at though, it’s you. Your eyes, your face; long hair or short, no matter what happens, you’re always going to be beautiful to him.
Just snuck a little KisaIta in here XD

Kisame is copyrighted to Masashi Kishimoto

I've also put this story up on Quotev under the name Lilaaku, just so there's no misunderstandings.
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"...and that's how we'll capture seven tails"
Everyone is dismissed and you all file out into the "living room" of the akatsuki hideout. You notice Kisame and Itachi have returned from their last mission. They're sitting and drinking when suddenly Kisame slams his hands on the table.
"WHEN AM I GOING TO GET LAID?!" he shouts. He notices everyone is staring at him and he blushes badly thinking that Itachi and him were still alone. He clears his throat breaking the long silence and looks down at the table. Everyone goes off to do their own thing but you continue to stare at Kisame. Itachi rubs his face and takes a sip of his drink.
"Why do you always have to make a scene?" he asks in annoyance. The shark man slumps back in his seat.
"I just can't stand being a virgin anymore..." he pouts. Your ears perk up at this. A virgin? How? Sure he had some unusual features but to you they made him all the more intriguing and sexy. The feelings you have for him start to flare up in your chest in stomach. You wanted to ravish him and rob of his virginity on the spot. Kisame looks up from his drink and notices you staring at him. You flinch and turn on your heel, quickly walking away. You hide in the kitchen, holding your chest as though trying to keep your heart from pumping out of it. You look out the small kitchen window. The moon is almost full and the dark sky is clear of stars. You hear footsteps and you quickly busy yourself with the dirty dishes in the sink, trying to act natural. It's Kisame. He sets the glasses Itachi and him had finished off next to the sink.
"Do you mind washi-"
"So you're a virgin?"
Kisame nearly jumps out of his skin and his face flares up in blush.
"W-what! We-well I uh erm..." Kisame's hand twitches towards his sword, thinking of a way to kill you and get away with it.
"Are you?" you ask smoothly, your eyes locked on his. He rubs the back of his neck, looking everywhere to avoid eye contact with you and nods. You reach up and stroke Kisame's rough cheek and he lets out an odd sound of surprise. Your fingers slide to the back of his neck and you gently pull him down to meet your lips. You feel Kisame's entire body tense and relax in a second. His lips graze over yours in gentle manner and he reaches up cupping your own cheek. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and nibbles on it with his pointed teeth. The sharp sensation feels electrifying and you get goosebumps imagining how his teeth would feel on the rest of your body. Kisame's tongue finds it's way into your mouth and you moan feeling it explore inside. Kisame shoots out a harsh breath through his nostrils as he grabs your small body and slams you harshly into a nearby wall. His hand reaches down and cups your womanhood while the other grabs one of your breasts through your shirt making you gasp into his mouth. He looks at you his eyes dark and clouded with animalistic desire. He lunges for your neck sinking his teeth harshly into your flesh, almost breaking the skin. You suck in a loud breath.
"Kisame, s-someone will see...ahh that's, s-stop!" You pant, taking his large hand in yours. You pull him out the kitchen, checking for any of the other members then pull him into your bedroom. You shut and lock the door then turn and look at this monster of a man. You feel an aching down below your stomach. You push him against your wall mirror and drop to your knees. Kisame looks down at you wide eyed. You can feel him shaking as you yank his pants down to his ankles. You can see his semi hard member pressing against the fabric of his briefs and a small stain of precum. You dip your fingers into his waistband and slowly pull them down until they meet his pants at his ankles. His neat trimmed bush is the same navy color as his hair. You take his shaft into your hand and squeeze it softly and Kisame almost whimper at the first touch of someone else. He looks down at you mouth agape and his white eyes seem to glow in the darkness of your bedroom. You stroke him up and down and bite your lip feeling him grow to his full length in your hand. You hold him at his base and look up at him, smiling and licking your lips. Your tongue licks the slit on his head and Kisame holds his breath. You take his sensitive head into your mouth, your cold tongue swirling around it. As you ease all of his member into your mouth. Kisame lets out a large breath he's been holding. As your thumb and index finger hold his base steady your other hand begins to massage his balls. You run your finger along the line that's on the middle of his sack. You ease his entire length into your mouth and let it rest in your throat for a moment before you begin sucking up and down. When you do you hear the thud of Kisame throwing his head back against your mirror. You look up at him as you bob up and down. His eyes are closed tightly shut and his mouth is wide open. His groans turn into growls and he suddenly grabs your hair and pulls you off his member, leaving sweaty hand prints behind on your mirror.
"I...ah god..I don't want to cum yet" he says, his member twitching with sensitivity. He pulls you up and aggressively kisses you. You both shed your akatsuki cloaks without breaking the kiss. Kisame's tongue finds it's way into your mouth and begins teasing your own. His large hands rub up your sides, sliding your shirt up. He breaks the kiss, a line of spit breaking between your tongues as he fully removes your shirt. You can now feel his wet, hard member pressing into your stomach. He clumsily removes your bra after a few tries. He stares at your breasts and eagerly takes them into his hands. He fondles them mesmerized. He leans down and sucks one of your perky nipples into his mouth. His teeth raking gentle against it makes you shriek quietly. He mouth busies it's self all over your chest while his hands trail down your back to your ass. He cups and squeezes it hard, pressing his hardened length harder into you stomach, loving the feeling of your smooth skin. You reach down and tug at the hem of his shirt. He reluctantly pulls away from your breasts and peels it off his body. You squeak at he sight of his muscles which makes Kisame smile. You reach out and run your fingers all over his gorgeous blue skin. Kisame kicks away his pants from his ankles making him completely naked. He looks at you, realizing how underdressed you are compared to him. He picks you up and gently tosses you on your bed. He gets between your legs laying on his stomach. He pulls off your pants his eyes locked at yours making you blush. His kisses up your thigh while stroking the other, you see him pressing hips into your bed for pressure and relief. He reaches your panties and tears the fabric away with his teeth.
"Hey! I liked th-" Kisame cuts you off with his lips. He looks at you, his eyes dark and clouded again. He pulls you into another kiss, grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of him as he rolls on to his back. Still kissing you he guides your hips down towards his member. He finds your entrance and slowly eases himself inside. You immediately break the kiss letting out a loud moan. Kisame looks at you in total bliss. He hugs you close to his body while he thrusts into your wet core. Kisame gently strokes your hair, kissing all over your cheek, neck and shoulders. You've never felt so loved. You close your eyes tight, moaning into the crook of his neck. Kisame starts thrusting harder, his kisses becoming bites and his gentle touches becoming scratches. He growls and rolls over, pinning you underneath him. You hug him close to your body just like he had done before, moaning out into the darkness. Kisame's groans get louder and thrusts get harder and faster. No one has ever made you feel this good, you feel like your bodies are melting together. You tangle your fingers in Kisame's hair and he kisses you. You both continue kissing until Kisame suddenly jerks away. His breath is ragged and starts pumping into you even harder. He grips the bed sheets and you can see his arms shaking. He shuts his eyes and throws his head back, screaming out your name in orgasm, yours follows close behind. You both look into each others eyes and plant kisses all over each others faces. Kisame pulls out and lays his body gently on top of yours, burying his face in your neck.
"Thank you..." he whispers, tickling your skin.
"Anything for the one I love.." you say softly. Kisame looks at you, it looks like there's tears in his eyes.
" love me..?"
You cup both of his cheeks and rest your forehead against his.
"Yes...I'm madly in love you, Kisame"
Kisame starts kissing you like mad, a tear leaking from one of his eyes.
"I love you too, _____...I love you..." he says between kisses. He shifts to where he's next to you and pulls you into his arms, crushing you against his body. Holding the woman that was now his and the one that loved him.
"Stay with me..." he whispers closing his eyes.
Blaaah! I might rewrite this....anyway, I know Kisame tearing up might have been a bit much, but I imagine a woman accepting him like this and saying she's madly in love with him would make him feel pretty special and let down that harsh exterior...and he's probably not a virgin but he does say how he's insecure with his looks and features and all the other Naruto characters haven't exactly reacted nicely to his appearance...and don't tell me the idea of ravishing this man as a virgin doesn't intrigue you.

I do not own Kisame or Naruto.
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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?”
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"A-Are you sure about zis?" You asked nervously as you clung to your older brother's arm. 

Francis gave you a reassuring smile and nodded, "Of course I'm sure chéri, I zhink it is time for you to meet everyone." He gave you a sweet kiss on the top of your head as you both walked up to a rather nice looking office building. 

You're older brother is none other than the personification of France. He had soft blonde hair, striking blue eyes and skin as smooth as a newborn baby while you were [eye color]-eyed, with beautiful [hair color] hair and matching soft [skin color/tone] skin. And you were the personification of Paris, the city of love. Just like the city, you were gorgeous, unique and unlike any other. For these reasons, Francis was, and still is, highly protective of you. This being the very first time he let you accompany him to one of the world meetings. 

With a small smile gracing your lips, you let Francis open the door and lead you throughout the building to your destination. 

A short three minutes passed and you stopped in front of a normal door, in a normal hallway, in a normal office building. 

"F-Frère..." You mumbled, gripping his arm a little tighter, "W-What if no one likes m-me?" You asked looking up at him with a frightful look. 

Francis wasn't that older that you, him being 26 years young, you were merely 22 years old. You played the role of little sister perfectly, as he did the role of big brother. So well, you maintained your innocence due to Francis's overprotection, despite himself being a huge flirt. 

"Everyone will love you [name]." France tried to assure you, and with this, he opened the door, letting you in before him. 

The two of you were late, due to a fashion malfunction and your closet exploding, so when the door was open, all eyes were on you. A blush formed on your cheeks as France started pushing you towards the table of gathered countries, all staring at you. 

"Bonjour mon amis~" Francis sung as he walked up to his usual seat at the table with you, "I am truly sorry for our tardiness, but, I would love to introduce to you, ma petite sœur, Paris!" He introduced you with a beaming smile. 

Your blush had yet to cease as you gave a little awkward wave to everyone there, "Eh, uh... Bonjour.." You stated quietly, your accent softly ringing through the air. 

A few of the other countries smiled at this shyness, making you calm down a little, but still on edge and nervous all the same. 

Francis sat you down in the empty chair placed so conveniently next to his, and sat down himself. 

"Ah, velcome to the vorld meeting Paris," Germany said and looked to the other countries for their attention. 

Still blushing at the stares, you placed your hands in your lap and stared just at them. You listened to Germany discussing various topics and the other countries voicing their opinions and what not, it was quite nice actually. This was a new setting for you, but you were really enjoying it, though you kept quiet and refused to meet anyone's eye contact, because you could feel at least one pair of eyes were on you. You could just feel it. 

'Th-this is Paris?' England thought to himself as he bluntly stared at you from the other side of France. 

While you were sitting to France's left, England was to his right. 

There were rumors that went around of your beauty, but actually seeing you in person put those rumors to shame. You were so dainty, so cute, so feminine, so... Beautiful. A blush rose to the Brits face as particularly dirty thoughts ran through his mind, but quickly dismissed them. Every bit of your being was flawless and perfect, Arthur didn't know what to think. 

'Is this what they call love-at-first-sight?' He dared to question himself. 

His hands started to sweat as he noticed his heart accelerated heart beat.  To add to it, he broke out into a nervous sweat. 

Then you looked over at him. 

And everything stopped. England's heart, and his world. The meeting became quiet and merely background noise as he stared into those pure, innocent [color] eyes of yours. He noticed the pink color starting to fill your cheeks as you looked back at him, finding it hard to look away. Arthur's stomach was fluttering and flipping at this connection. 

The redness in your face would put any tomato, rose or cherry to shame. After what felt like a lifetime, you looked away bashfully to once again stare at your hands. All England could help but wonder, is if you felt the electricity in that eye contact. 

Thankfully the rest of the meeting went by in a blur. Everyone got up to introduce themselves to you and to just meet you. 

England didn't go up to you as everyone else did because, (a) he was worried what France would think, (b) you looked rather flustered at the attention you were receiving, and (c) because he hand no idea what to say or do. 

As the countries started filtering out of the room, and once he saw Francis chatting with Gilbert and Antonio, England walked up to you. 

"U-Uh, hello." Arthur solely stated, making him want to strangle himself for such a pitiful introduction. 

You turned abruptly to him, smiling shyly, "S-Salut.." You muttered, playing with the hem of your dress. 

Seeing this cute and shy action from you, it gave him a little more confidence, "With how your brother talked about you, I thought I wouldn't have the pleasure to meet you, Paris." England said smoothly, grasping your hand to place a light kiss on your knuckles, "I'm England, or Arthur if you'd prefer." A charming smile graced his lips as his lowered your hand. 

A blush adorned itself on your face at the kiss and gave a slight nod, "A-Ah, yes, he's rather protective..." You trailed off, but quickly adding, "It's nice to meet you as w-well! In Paris, but you already kn-knew zhat... But you may call me [Name]." You took a mental note to the fact that England, Arthur, still held your hand in a gentle embrace. 

There was not a shroud of doubt in your mind that you found Arthur attractive. You loved his emerald green eyes and messy blonde hair, sure he had some bushy eyebrows, but they fit him. He was also at least a half a foot taller than you, making you actually look up at him as he spoke to give him your attention, but you didn't mind. 

The two of you started to chat about little things, but it mainly consisted to England asking questions about yourself and what not. 

But when France turned away from his friends to see how you were doing, and saw the scene; England with a plastered smile on his face, you giggling at one of his lame jokes, him still freely holding your petite hand. This made his blood boil. 

The angered Frenchman stormed his way over to the two of you. 

Even though France was in a pure rage state, when he got over to you, he simply removed your hand from his. 

You were shocked, completely shocked you didn't know what to say. Arthur was fuming mad, just as your brother, but he was actually quite startled as well, "What do you mean you bloody twit?! I was just talking to her you idiot!" He shot back. 

That seemed to in one ear and out the other for Francis, "Don't you EVER zhink of touching my sister again! I'll skin you alive!" Francis growled at him. 

Before Arthur could reply, you squirmed out of your brother's embrace, "Francis." You stated rather sternly compared to your shy nature. 

The look of determination on your face made all his anger disappear, it could have been because you were actually going against something he thought was for the better, but it was really because you just had on the lost adorable look he's ever seen you make. 

"Arthur and I were simply chatting," you started, "And I vould like to continue to chat vith him, so please stop."

France was completely taken aback by your current state. You never questioned his motives or actions, never. He gave you a long look before glaring at the Brit. There was a long relapse of time the seemed to be never ending. France and England glaring at each other with you caught in the middle, all quiet. 

"Arthur," Francis suddenly started through the dense atmosphere, "Accompany my sister and I home for lunch, zhen we will see." Your face blossomed with a bright smile at this, but England, he looked so shocked to the point of exploding. 

Arthur was really at lost for words. Not once in his life has this oaf of a Frenchman had ever been considerate of him, but yet, here he was, giving him a chance to prove himself that he was necessarily a threat to his little sister.  

"U-Uh, alright, I can do that." Arthur suffered out and rubbed his arm awkwardly. 

A more sweet smile captured your lips as you looked between the men, "Daccord, shall we get going? I can make us all crepes if zhat is ok." You asked quietly with your head down. 

France gave you a peck on the forehead and smiled, "I zhink zhat sounds wonderful [Name]." 

You nodded and turned to England if he was ok with the idea, but only met his adoring smile he gave you. A blush cascaded down your face as you stuttered out incoherent phrases to the point of your brother just starting to lead the you out the building and towards your home.

As the three of you walked, you and France mainly talked, England seemed to be in deep thought the whole time you were walking, which made you feel a bid saddened and uneasy. Thankfully in no time you showed up to your home. 

You opened the door for the males, smiling to Arthur as he passed you through the doorway, following him in, "Is zhere a particular kind of crepe you vould like Arthur?" You asked timidly. 

He blushed harshly and your insanely innocent look, "I-I, any will do love!" He said quickly as he was led to your living room to sit. 

He took a seat on the love seat as France sat in a reading chair across from him. You smiled at the two men and went off to the kitchen. 

Not a second after you left the room, France leapt off the chair and leaned dangerously close to the Brit, "What do you zhink you're doing, England?" He asked in a dark tone, not messing around anymore. 

Arthur held up his hands in defeat, "What are you talking about?" He asked quickly, not liking the situation at all.

"Don't act dumb England. You 'ave somezhing for ma sœur, oui? Don't deny it, I can see it." France stated bluntly. 

The green-eyed male started to sweat nervously as a rosy blush crossed his cheeks, "I-I, Uh..." 

"Exactly what I thought." France sat break into his chair, just as he heard you drop something in the kitchen and swear in french. 

Francis pursed his lips and just watched Arthur intently, not saying anything. It was evident that France was having an inner battle over something that he wasn't sure about. He didn't know if he should trust England or if he should stop whatever was going on between the two of you right now. But then again, he didn't want to crush his poor sister's heart. 

"Arthur," he started, immediately gaining his attention, "Whatever... You 'ave with my sister, because I can see it in 'er face, I'm ok with. On one condition of course." He said with a smile, "You 'urt 'er, you're dead." And you walked in with a tray of your handmade crepes.

"And 'ere we are~." You cooed as you set the tray on the coffee table, "Is tea fine for drinks?" 

Your brother nodded, and when you looked at England, he was still sweating, but he nervously nodded. With an uneasy look towards France, you left to fetch the tea. 

"I promise on my life, I won't hurt [Name]." England spoke with truth evident within his eyes and words. 


Arthur looked shocked, "That's it?" 

"Oui, is zhat a problem mon ami?" He said, going back to his normal smooth attitude. 

"Umm, alright then."

You brought out another tray with three cups of tea resting on it. You set it beside the crepes, "Let's eat shall we?" 

France flashed you a smile before gratefully grabbing a plate and a crepe, eating it. 

You and England grabbed a plate at the same time and started eating. 

The three of you got into just a few casual conversations about who knows what, but like every good thing in the world, it has to come to a stop at one point. France bid England a goodbye before heading to his bed room, leaving you to see the Brit out. 

"Zhank you for coming." You said quietly and you both stood at the front door. 

"It was my pleasure love." He said with a smile, "Oh yes, I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me to dinner this Friday." He said, a new wave of confidence washed over him, even if your smile was making him weak at the knees. 

You blushed at his proposal, "O-Oh, I would love to Arthur! Zhat is sweet of you to ask." You smiled at him, making him crumble even more. 

"It's a date, how's picking you up at seven sound?" 

"Good!" You stated, joy written across your face. 

Without thinking, you did the common french quirk and kissed either cheek of his as he headed out of your home. Both of your cheeks were set on fire, but it wasn't like England didn't like it. 

Through hatred of two sprouts a beautiful beginnings, wouldn't you think?
Ive been working on this for a while, and now just finished it <3
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    "Remember to stand tall, chin up, shoulders back."

    "I know."

    "Also, remember to be polite! Manners!

    "Yes, I know mother."

    "And of course, please smile." Your mother turned to you as you both stopped in front of the door that led to the throne room. 

    A smile tugged at your lips as your mother rambled on about other lady-like things that you should remember to do and what not, it really warmed your heart about how much she was excited. 

    "Now [Name]," You turned from the door to look at the older woman, "You know this isn't the way I wanted it to be, but it's-"

    "What father's wants, I know mother." You gave her a smile, letting her know that you were all right with the situation, "I want to please father, and if this is what he wishes, so be it." 

    The queen smiled at you, wrapping her arms around you in a hug, which you returned, "But," She started as she let go of you and held you at arms-length, "I still want you to find love."

    You smile faltered at her words, but you nodded, to appease her. And she opened the door. 

    Now, what exactly is the situation here? It was quite simple actually. An arranged marriage. 

    You were a princess, and of course there was duties that came with the position. Often you would ask yourself why you of all people had to be cursed with the royal blood. Anyways, these duties are to be the spitting image of gracefulness itself, intellectual, but of course know when to hold your tongue, be kind to the people and to cherish the kingdom. Your kingdom was small in size, but vast in culture and liveliness. But there was something else that is important about your kingdom, the neighboring one. The neighboring kingdom was quite larger than your own, but of course, had a culture of their own, and of course most likely as lively as the one your resided in. The catch was the two kingdoms went to war a long, long time ago. The war lasted for six months and contained a great amount of death and sacrifice. In the end the kingdoms signed a peace treaty that led the two kingdoms into a hundred years of peace and prosperity. After that hundred years, it brings you to today. Your father found out a month and a half ago that your peaceful neighborly king had a son around your age, and when this news was known, your marriage to the prince was set. The two kings, your father of course being one of them, thought what a better way to prolong the peace between the nations then by coming together by a beautiful marriage. 

    The queen walked in before you, to have you follow her. Her head was held high, shoulders back and spine straight. She was indeed the perfect queen. You matched her posture to the very tip, but it was obvious that yours was still more naive and passive, not at defiant as your mother's. Your father sat in his throne next to the king that was soon going to be your father-in-law, the two just chatting away. Your mother took her seat next to her husband, catching their attention, alerting your arrival. The two men stood up as you approached the thrones, both with gleaming smiles. 

    You curtsied to them all, "Good day father." you said as you rose from your curtsy. 

    He beamed at you, "And a good day to you, my dear, did you have any issues waking this morning?"

    "Of course not." You replied with a small smile. 

    The king matched your smile, "You remember King Louis?"

    He asked as if there wasn't a doubt that you forgot him, "Yes I do," You smiled at him, he returning the gesture. How could you forget the man, he visits at least once a month, even more at times. 

    "That's great! Since it is drawing near to your wedding," Three weeks to be exact, you though, "We thought it was a good idea for you and Francis to get to know each other a little more. How does that sound."

    You smiled and bowed yourself, "That sounds like a wonderful idea."

    "Excellent." Just then, King Louis waved over a man from the window that you didn't even notice before, to come over to where you all were. 

    You watched the man as he approached. He had golden hair, shoulder length, but nothing too extravagant or special. He was taller than you of course, most people were since you were cursed not only with royal blood, but the simple height of 5 foot 3 inches. But women were expected to be small and dainty in this age. He was royal clothing, nothing too formal, it was more relaxed, much like your [color] dress you were wearing. Now what caught you the most was his sparkling blue eyes. They were beautiful, you didn't think a man could be this beautiful, it really got you off guard. 

    "[Name], Zhis iz my son Francis. Your fiance." As soon as the words left King Louis's mouth, you felt your heart sink a bit. 

    So this is the man I am arranged to marry. You thought, not that you resented him or anything. 

    Despite this, you put a smile on and curtsied before him, bowing your head slightly, "It's a pleasure to finally meet your acquaintance." You spoke softly, not wanting to come off too strong. 

    As you stood up to your full height, Francis swiftly caught your hand, bowing slightly to you to kiss the back of your hand, "Excuse me princess, but zhe pleasure iz all mine." His voice was like silk, very comfortable to listen too. 

    You gave him a smile before turning to look at your father, "You both are free to go, just stay within the castle's gates."

    You nodded to your father's words, "Yes father." you curtsied to your father, even though your hand was still held by Francis. 

    He smiled broadly at you before he tucked your arm around his, escorting you to the doors. 

    To say the least, he was not at all what you expected, but of course you didn't really know him yet. He was certainly charming, but there was something else there that you couldn't quite pinpoint. 

    There was small talk here and there as the two of you decided to make your way out to the garden to talk, it was a pleasant atmosphere out there. It was the place where you went when you needed to just escape the reality of a princess. 

    "So tell me princess,"

    You stopped him there, "[Name] is fine, we don't need to use formalities if we are to be wed in three weeks."

    A low chuckle escaped his broad chest, "Of course, [Name], I zhink zhat iz zhe best." You returned his smile, "Anyvays, I was actually wondering 'ow you felt about zhe marriage. You are two years younger zhan me, so I wasn't sure 'ow you would take zhe newz."

    "Age is a number, maturity comes from experience," You stated confidently, looking at the flowers that surrounded the two of you, "I am completely fine with the marriage if you ask me. Finding love is far to difficult in the world, so being arranged to marry someone doesn't bother me. If it appeases my father and my kingdom, I don't have a worry in the world about it." When you finished talking, Francis stopped walking immediately. 

    You looked over at him to see if something wrong, but your eyes just met a very serious look. 

    "Do not say zhat [Name], love is very important." The tone in his was dangerously serious, it almost frightened you. 

    "I don't think it is very important because just like every other emotion, love will come and love will go. Why try to find something that is never going to stay and never going to fulfill you?" You questioned him with your own seriousness. 

    Francis's lips were pressed into a firm line. The look on his face resembled the look people get when they were in deep thought, but he mainly looked like he wasn't sure what to do nor say. 

    But finally, "Let me show you what love iz." left his lips. 

    The blonde started to walk again, swiftly taking you with him, and led you to the front of your castle. There was a large water fountain there, and one the edge of the fountain, Francis sat down, again, taking your with him. 

    "Just like water," Francis said, taking your hand and dipping it in the water, "Love keeps flowing and never stops. Water cannot be contained either. Water can take zhe shape of a glass, a bowl, even a plate, it has no form. The form of love iz simply 'ere." He brought the hand that wasn't holding yours in the water and touched the middle of your chest, "Your 'eart."

    Yes, he had a good point, but love is just another useless emotion, and your eyes showed your continuing hesitance, "But-"

    He cut you off, "No, no questions and you cannot speak until I am finished showing what love iz. Understand princess?" You slowly nodded, "Bon! Let us continue elsewhere." Francis flashed you a smile and drug you up from the fountain's edge where you both sat, taking you back into the garden. 

    When you entered the garden, you noticed how Francis firmly still held your hand, but you thought nothing of it. 

    "Tell me [Name], what iz your favorite flower?" He asked, looking around at the various flowers. 

    All you could think was Do I have permission to speak? You just assumed yes because he asked the question, not you, "Uh, my favorite flower would have to be [Favorite flower]."

    "Excellent choice, are zhere any in zhe garden?" He asked. 

    With a nod, you started leading him deeper into the garden where the flowers sat. Of course the garden would have your favorite flowers. Your father made sure the landscaper at least put a few in there somewhere, but the landscaper went above and beyond than you and your father expected. 

    A smile played at your lips as you approached the special place that held your flowers. It was a pure white gazebo towards the edge of the garden, and there were flower boxes hanging off the edge of the gazebo that held [fav. flowers]. Whenever your father always insisted of calling this [Name]'s gazebo, because it was built just for you.

    "Zhis is beautiful [Name]!" Francis beamed, now dragging you along into the gazebo. But he quickly returned to his serious state and sat down with you on one of the benches, "So [Flower] are your favorite." 

    You smiled at him and nodded. 

    He smiled back and turned to the flower box that held the flowers, "You would say flowers are fragile, oui?" You nodded, "Yes, and love iz fragile too." He carefully picked one of the from the flower box and handed it to you. 

    The gesture was sweet, you took the flower and sniffed the amazing fragrance, "Thank you."

    Francis nodded and continued, "Like zhe petals of a flower, love iz delicate. Love iz sweet and beautiful, just like a flower." When you looked up from the flower, your eyes immediately were sucked into his vivid blue eyes. 

    A blush slowly sunk into your cheeks as you continued to stare back at him, finding it incredibly hard to look away, and the wold stopped spinning. A strange feeling started fluttering in your chest, and as if he understood what was going on with your body chemistry, Francis smiled. It wasn't one of his loud grins, it was a sweet, small smile, only for you to see. 

    And he began to talk again, "Until zhis morning, I resented marrying you." His statement startled you, but he went on to explain, "I detested zhe idea of an arranged marriage. I wanted to control who I would love for zhe rest of my life, I wanted to pick who I would have the joy of waking up every morning and see, I wanted to control who would bare my children." His voice rose a little, but it softened, "On the ride in the carriage this morning, all my father would talk about was your beauty and 'ow polite you were, and let's not forget 'ow 'e went on and on about your many talents." You blushed bashfully at this, making him chuckle, "I 'ear you're quite intelligent, and when you don't think anyone's listening, you 'ave a witty tongue," You felt another blush surface. The only one who knew you were skilled with words was your tutor Arthur, "Don't worry, I find zhat a wonderful trait in a woman." You relaxed a little, "As my father bragged about you, I still was upset about zhe whole arrangement." You were about to protest and say that if he really wanted, he could call off the arrangement, but he started talking again before you could, "But when you and your mother walked into zhe zhrone room, my world stopped. I could tell zhat you didn't notice me at first, but zhat didn't matter to me. I was truly enchanted by you. You were indeed as beautiful as everyone 'ad told me." He smiled and took both of your hands in his, the flower was set in your lap, "And I knew zhat I loved you, and I knew I experienced love at first sight. Because when you walked into my life like zhat, nothing and nobody else mattered." He kissed your knuckles, making that same fluttering feeling arise again, "So when you said zhat you didn't believe in love, it crushed me." 

    Francis stood, taking you with him, still holding your hands, he got down on one knee, "Zhere is no need for me to propose to you since we are getting married in zhree weeks, but I promise you zhis; If you let me, I want to show you what love iz all about. I want you to fall in love with me, but I don't want it to me forced. It will take time, but I 'ope it won't take too long. Will you allow me to win you 'eart?" You blushed heavily at his words. Nobody besides your mother has ever been this considerate of you. It warmed you through to the core. 

    "I would be honored my prince." You smiled brightly, egging on a smile of his own. 

    He hopped up from his place on the ground and wrapped his strong arms around your smaller frame, enveloping you in his warmth. You wasted no time in returning his hug. 

    You knew that he said he was there to help you fall in love with him, but you think you already did. 
Yes, I am in-fact still alive. 
So this idea was spawned from when I was thinking how I would rather have an arranged marriage, because I find falling in love extremely ridiculous because of how people don't express the purity of love anymore. 
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"I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums
Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone
So while you're here in my arms
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young"

  "[Name]," Mr. Kirkland said with a sigh, to which you only looked up at him innocently, "If you are sent to the principle's office one more time, you're bound to get expelled, or worse, sent to Juvenal hall. Is that really something you want?" 

  It was a Friday, and you were sitting in Mr. Arthur Kirkland's classroom for detention. It may or may not have been your fifth visit to his classroom for detention, because if they sent you to anyone else's classroom, you would create some sort of ruckus. That's when they learned you would ONLY go to his classroom. 

  You simply shrugged, kicking your feet up on the desk chair beside the one you sat in, "Maybe people would actually understand me, like you do!" you cheered with a laugh. 

"We're gonna die young
We're gonna die young
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young"

  Arthur was leaning against his desk in front of the one you were sitting in. He was just trying to knock some sense into you, he didn't want to see you get expelled. When you actually tried, you were a wonderful student! But, your image, the black clothing, thick eye-liner, short skirts and stockings, combat boots, and sometimes you would even throw in some red-colored contacts, this made everyone think you were a horrible student. And this all built up to your reputation as the girl who always found a way to disrupt class. You were barely half-way through the year and you have already been suspended twice. Once for vandalizing the cafeteria and the other time you punched another girl in the face because she was picking on another girl in your grade and called you a whore. 

  Mr. Kirkland gave you the work you had to do while in detention and went behind his desk to finish grading some tests. You started the work, it was just a bunch of random worksheets for various classes, so it was pretty easy. 

  About five-minutes to the end of detention, you glanced at the clock and stood up. You were the only one in detention today which shocked you. Usually there was at least another person, most of the time Gilbert or Allen, but it was just you. 

  You hopped onto the desk you were sitting at, your feet dangling over the edge as you were facing the blonde teacher. 

  "Mr. Kirkland?" You asked, he hummed in response, not looking up but letting you know you had his attention, "If I were to die tomorrow, do you think anyone would miss me?" 

"Young hearts, out our minds
Running 'til we outta time
Wild child's lookin' good"

  Your question mad him stop. His pen laid limply in his hand as he continued to look at the test he was grading. Slowly he looked up at you. Your voice was still in a rather normal tone when you spoke, but your face displayed the emotions that your voice wouldn't convey. 

  Arthur really thought it, leaving a long silent pause before he responded, "...I would miss you [Name]."

  His answer made you smile, a faint blush cascading down your cheeks, "You mean that? Why?"

  Mr. Kirkland set his pen down and clasped his hands together on his desk with a small smile of his own, "Because you're special, in your own way. Despite your reputation, I know you have a good heart, I know it's in the right place. And that's all that matters in a person. You live everyday like it is your last, and personally, I believe that is the only way to live life to the fullest. And as a person, not your English teacher, I admire that about you, love." 

  When he explained his reasoning, it really made your heart swell with emotions. Just like about the whole female student body, you had a small crush on the bushy-eyebrowed Brit, but not just because of his looks like the rest of the girls. You adored him because it was true, he was the only one who cared about you. The rest of the teachers and staff at you high school treated you poorly, while he treated you like an actual person. 

"Living hard just like we should
Don't care who's watching when we tearing it up (You Know)
That magic that we got nobody can touch (For sure)"

  You looked at the clock again to see that it was two minutes after five, meaning detention was out. So you started gathering your things, Mr. Kirkland doing the same. Once you slung your back pack over your shoulder you turned towards the blonde as the two of you started walking out of his classroom and out of the school. 

  "Thank you." You said quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. 

  "For what? I shouldn't be thanked for telling the truth." He replied with a smile, opening the front door for you. 

  A smile came to your red-painted lips, "No, thank you for caring about me. For noticing my existence. You're the only one who has ever tried to help me."

  Your words touched him, making his whole body warm up, "...Of course, every life matters, just some people need to be told more than others."

"Looking for some trouble tonight (yeah)
Take my hand, I'll show you the wild side
Like it's the last night of our lives (uh huh)
We'll keep dancing 'til we die"

  Without thinking, you leaned into him and wrapped your arms around him to hug him. Arthur didn't know what to do, since you were his student and ten years younger than him, so he stood there stiffly. After about two seconds, your face turned bright red and you quickly let go of him. He was your teacher, that was it. 

  You told him 'thank you' again before you dashed off, on your way home. 

  Arthur stood there in front of the school a little awkwardly before he came to his senses and headed towards where his car was parked. 

  You only lived a mile away from the school, so you always walked to and from school. It's not as hard as people think. 

  Before you started your music, you checked the messages on your phone, just to see if your mom texted you or anything. So you plugged in you ear buds and pulled up your messages. You did have a messages from your mom, it just said that she would be going out with her new boyfriend tonight and that dinner was in the oven when you got home. 

  A sigh left your lips. You didn't respond, you just played your music, blasting it as loud as your ears could handle. You had a lot on your mind right now. Your mom was never there, you just hugged your teacher without their consent, sure it was only a hug, but still, and you were really thinking about if your existence did matter or not. 

"I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums
Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone
So while you're here in my arms,
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young"

  Arthur was having a lot of things going through his head right now, and it was bothering him. You were bothering him. That question you asked still rang through his head, repeating over and over again. Sadly he knew about your home situation. He knew about how your father left you and your mother two years ago, and it seemed to affect you the most. You were a freshman in high school when that happened, and that's when Arthur saw the change in you behavior and attitude. That's when you started wearing your dark clothing, not that image matters, but that's also when you started acting out. Arthur was not only your English III teacher, but he was also your advisory teacher, so he has known you since you first started out in high school. But back to that question, were you suicidal?

  He was a teacher, he always had to jump to conclusions. But as he drove home, something occurred to him. You said that he was the only one who has tried to help you, what did you mean by that. Arthur didn't know why, but a string pain was building in his chest and he gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. 

  And with an impulsive move, and his subconscious mind telling him to stop, he made an abrupt U-turn and started heading towards where you lived. 

"We're gonna die young
We're gonna die young
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young"

  After that long ten-minute walk, you arrived at your home. You unlocked the door with your key and walked in, dumping your bag on the couch after you closed the door. Since it was a Friday, you knew that your mother wasn't going to be back from her date until probably early tomorrow morning. 

  A sigh left your lips as you kicked off your boots and wandered into the kitchen to see what your mom made for dinner. You opened up the oven to see a prepared, but uncooked lasagna. You smiled slightly, sure your mom was rather absent, but at least she knew how to cook and fed you. You took out the dish and preheated the oven to the according temperature and went to the bathroom. 

"Young hunks, taking shots
Stripping down to dirty socks
Music up, gettin' hot"

  When you finished up in the bathroom, you popped the lasagna into the oven, setting the timer before heading to your room to put on something more comfortable. You just changed into a pair of your [color] spanx and [color] tank top over your bra. It was Friday, you had no plans, you were going to dress as cozy as you wanted. You also went into the bathroom to take off all your makeup. 

  Just as you dried off your face, there was a knock at your door. 

  How odd. You thought as you made your way to the door. A gasp escaped your lips as you looked through the peep-hole. It was Mr. Kirkland?! Why was he here?! Your mind was filtering in and out a thousand different questions, but you opened the door. 

  "Mr. Kirkland? Uh, what can I help you with?" You asked unsure, looking at him with wide-eyes. 

  He looked the same when you two parted ways in front of the school, but his dress shirt was untucked and he obviously left his jacket and tie in his car. But not only the wardrobe change, his face looked worried for a moment, but it changed as a blush took over his cheeks. Then it hit you. 

  You were barely dressed in front of your teacher. Booty-shorts and a tank top can only cover so much. Not to mention you weren't wearing any makeup. 

  Thankfully he washed away his blush and looked away from your outfit to look at your face, "I'm worried about you [Name]." He simply stated. 

  Not only did his sudden appearance at your house startle you, but what left his mouth did as well. So without responding to his odd statement, you asked if he wanted to come in, "Would you.. Like to come in?" When you said that, the timer for the lasagna went off. 

  You smiled before leaving him on the porch to dash into the kitchen to take it out from the oven. As you put on the oven-mits and open the oven to fetch the lasagna, you heard the front door close, and you just assumed that he ended up following you in. You turned off the timer and oven while you were at it. 

  Arthur walked in just as you set the dish on top of the oven, you turned to him and gave him a small smile, "Uh, Want a piece?" You asked, gesturing to the lasagna.

  He could tell how awkward you felt with having a teacher in your home, but he nodded, "If you're offering." You smiled and nodded, getting two plates out and a knife to cut, "Is you mother home?" He asked as you began to make the plates, as he leaned against the counter opposite of where you stood. 

  Arthur fully noticed how the knife faltered when he asked that, "No... She's on a date with her boyfriend." You simply replied, not looking at him. 

  "Oh," He said, not sure how else to respond. 

  "If you came to talk to her, she won't be home for a while." You spoke up again, going to the refrigerator to get some salad that you prepared this morning for your lunch but forgot to grab it, "Want some?" You now asked gesturing to the salad. 

  "Sure," He replied, "And I came here to talk to you [Name]." You looked over at him, shocked by his answer, "I wanted to talk to you outside the school environment, just to talk to you as people, not teacher to student. If that makes any sense." A small giggle left your lips. 

  You set the table, his place across from yours as you grabbed the salad condiments and motioned him to sit down. He sat down a second after you, "It makes sense," you said as he started eating, "I just don't understand why." 

  "I...I just want to talk. When you asked me if anyone would care if you died, it really hurt me." He looked as if he was struggling to find the right words, but he went on, "You don't know what it would do to me if you died."

  You blushed. You couldn't help it, "Oh, well, I'm sorry for asking that, I was just curious." You said quietly, hanging your head over your plate as you two continued to eat. 

  The rest of your dinner was silent, only occasionally did Arthur speak up to ask how you were with your mom and how your dad was, but you couldn't answer that since you honestly didn't know how he was. 

"Kiss me, give me all you've got
It's pretty obvious that you've got a crush (you know)
That magic in your pants, it's making me blush (for sure)"

  When the two of you finished, you took both your plate and his, and placed them in the sink before turning back to him. He was out of his seat and standing a few feet away. 

  And then you felt something pull in you, "Mr. Kirkland,"

  He stopped you, "You can call me Arthur, we are outside of school," You smiled slightly and nodded.

  "Arthur," It felt odd saying his name, but you liked the feeling, "I only asked that question earlier because..." You paused, looking away from him for a moment before looking back, "I was looking for reassurance that someone actually cared about my existence, and I was hoping that you did."

  He smiled, a real smile that always made your cheeks flush, "Of course I care, I always cared about you and your existence."

  You beamed at his words and jumped up into his arms, wrapping your arms around him, "Thank you, again." You said with a small laugh, and this time, he wrapped his arms around your smaller being. 

  "Of course, love." He responded, both the beating of your hearts started to pound against your rib cages. 

  It felt like a teenage, hormonal impulse to Arthur because he was obviously not thinking. He dipped his head down and kissed you. Sweetly and slowly. Yeah this took you by surprise. Your teacher was kissing you, in your own home and it was only you two there. But you still had a crush on him. 

  When Arthur realized what he was doing, he started to pull away, but you stopped him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and started kissing him back. Now he was the one taken by surprise. But he didn't hesitate to kiss you even harder. Thankfully this wasn't your first kiss, meaning you knew a thing or two by making-out with Allen in the boys locker room one time last year and every now and then. 

  You let the English teacher invade your mouth with his tongue, and you didn't even give him a battle, you wanted him to just ravish you. And he did without any questions. A moan slipped past your vocal cords as he ended up egging your tongue on to dance and tangle with his. Now it was one. 

  Upon hear the moan, his hands gripped your hips and moved to pin you against the counter as the two of you fought for dominance over the kiss. 

"Looking for some trouble tonight (yeah)
Take my hand, I'll show you the wild side
Like it's the last night of our lives (uh huh)
We'll keep dancing 'til we die"

  Arthur helped you up on the counter so it was easier for him to kiss you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to you. But his lips ended up leaving yours so the both of you could breathe, but his started kissing and nipping your neck. 

  The attention made your breath hitch, which didn't get past him. You let him start to abuse the junction where you neck met your shoulder, leaving a dark red mark, no doubt going to turn into a bruise. 

  But when his hands slipped under your tank top, you stopped him, "That's as far as we go," You said, still panting slightly. 

  He nodded, "I respect that." Your face was still flushed, making him smile. 

  He took a step back and you led him into the living room, turning on the TV, "Want to watch a movie?" You asked nonchalantly, and he nodded. 

  The two of you ended up settling on watching [Favorite movie], but when when the credits starting rolling on the screen, something occurred to you. 

  "Arthur," He hummed in response, looking over at you snuggled against his side, "Did you ever find out why I vandalized the cafeteria?"

  "Actually, no, mind telling me?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

  "Well, I guess I will," you giggled as he rolled his eyes, "But it started when I was going to the nurses office when I accidentally burnt my finger with one of the Bunsen burners in chemistry, and when I was outside the office, I heard a girl crying. She was bawling about how [Random boys name] raped her in the wrestling locker room, and the nurse was comforting her, telling her that she would go to the principal so she would get embarressed by doing so herself. So I left and went to the bathroom instead of going nurse. But later that week I found out that the principal did nothing to the guy because he was the wrestling star and won two state titles. I was so upset, during lunch I bought bright red spray paint and skipped fourth hour to paint 'The principal is corrupt, rapists are our star players, and we are all pawns of this corrupt game'." You smiled, you were proud of what you did. Even if you were suspended for a week and had to do twenty hours of community service. At least some people saw what you wrote before it was painted over. 

  "See, that is what I was talking about," Arthur said, "You may have a reputation, but your heart is gold." You smiled at his words. 

  "Thank you, I really mean it." You kissed his cheek before jumping off the couch, "You can stay longer, but you have to leave at least by midnight, so I don't have to worry if my mom will spontaneously show up, got it?" You rose and eyebrow. 

  "Of course, I wouldn't dare risk getting you in trouble." 

  You leaned over him on the couch and kissed him again, which he responded to. It was sweet, and full of adoration. 

  The rest of the night the two of you just watched movies, of course mainly making out during them, but that didn't matter. You were happy for once, and that's all that matters. 

"I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums
Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone
So while you're here in my arms,
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums
Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone
So while you're here in my arms
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

We're gonna die young
We're gonna die young

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young"

First song fic! Please be nice!
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England by Namima
Canada by Zeze
Prussia by UniDX
Camera Motion by me

Motion and Wav not mine…
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I love this pairing so much! This took about 2 days to finish. =P
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Here's the China version of my HetaOni series♥
I Love You Chuugoku♥
You snivelled, and wiped your nose, you wiped the tears, and you wiped the blood from your face…
Everyone was gone…You couldn't remember if they were dead or not, you couldn't remember if they had come with you to this Mansion or not.

"China!?" you called "Canada!?, America!? England!?"


"…France!? Russia!?..." … "Anyone!?"

Silence clawed at your mind. You hated it, you hated being alone, you hated the quiet…
You were lonely…So lonely…

You sat where you were, and cradled your knees, and began to cry…

You dropped the Yan Yue Dao on the ground, it was a weapon that China gave you…China always took care of you, you remembered the day you met him…You were just a coastal island in Asia, he helped you grow into a nation…He helped everyone else too…Hong Kong…Japan…Taiwan…But they all left him, you were the only one who stayed with him…You never thought of him as a brother…It was hard to explain how you felt about him, but you admired him a lot.
You clutched its long handle again, you were scared without him. You leaned your head back and willed yourself to stop crying, you were such a cry-baby, you had to be strong.

You forced yourself to your feet. You had to find the others.

The Yan Yue Dao was taller than you were, that made you feel all the more safer.

You walked through the endless halls, and searched around every corner, nothing.
Finally you worked up the courage to investigate the rooms.
You don't know how long you had been searching, but it felt like forever. You rounded a corner, and came to a few new bedrooms, you opened the door and looked in.

Your eyes widened.

Your mouth gaped.

You wanted to scream…But you couldn't.

You clambered back, and felt something rise in your throat, stumbling, you threw up in the corner.

Blood…There was blood everywhere, smeared on the wall, handprints in blood, pools of it.

You could scream now, you were crying.

China…Russia…France…They were all dead, bleeding and dead.

You fell to your knees and screamed in dismay.

"China!?" you shouted "This isn't funny anymore! Wake up!" you pleaded

He didn't respond

"France? R-Russia!?"…Nothing

"C'mon guys…Stop it…" Your eyes stung, and tears blurred your vision "We-We've all got to go home…"

You were trembling, they were dead…Why?

Why did they have to die!? Why did it have to happen to them!?

You stopped crying, whimpering and trembling.

You felt a shiver run down your spine…It was here.

You grabbed your weapon, turned and snarled.

It was ugly, munted and hideous. It killed your friends. It killed China.

You didn't say anything, you just screamed as you ran at it.

You stabbed it with the Yan Yue Dao, again and again. You slashed at it, you hacked at it, It leant back then brought its leg forward, kicking you back against the table.
It looked at you…Then turned, and began walking away.

Fury seared through you, to tell the truth you didn't care if you died, you didn't mind if you did, so you shouted at it as loud as you could.

"You Bastard! Am I not good enough for you to kill!? Huh!? Am I Just That Worthless" You sprinted forward and managed to pierce it in the back.
The monster let out a noise, a pained noise…You had hurt it!

You twisted the blade embedded in the monsters skin and it howled.

You smiled, but this smile didn't feel right.

Pushing the blade in further, you twisted it harder and sharper.

The monster roared, and whipped around, lifting you with one hand, it threw you against the ground, and you saw it raise a leg, it leaned directly over you. There was no time to move out of its way, so you just lay there and accepted your fate.

You accepted a lot of things then.

China was dead.

You were alone.

You were going to die alone.

The monster brought down its foot, with all its weight and strength.

The last thing you heard were sickening cracks and squelches before everything went black.


'A Deserted house in the Mountains…
About three hours on foot…
From the World Summit Place…

No one knows how long it has been there…
Or who used to live in it…
But rumours said that it was…Haunted…'

"Haunted huh?" you murmured to yourself "Sounds kind scary…"

"Yes" replied China "You didn't have to come you know"

You smiled at him, bringing your long sleeved hands up to your face "No its ok, I wanted to come"

He looked at you for a while, before smiling and giving you a brief nod "Ok then, just don't run off on your own"

"I won't!"

You and he walked at the back of the group, the rest of the allies were ahead of you, discussing the Mansion.

When everyone started entering you walked up ahead, just about to step into the house you were stopped.

China placed his hand on your shoulder, and pushed you back, he entered before you, looked left and then looked right.
He nodded to himself, indicating that everything was safe, and offered you a hand, you took it and finally stepped into the house.

You laughed to yourself, he was a tad overprotected, but you didn't mind.

You looked around the new area also, a strange feeling of Déjà vu hit you, but you ignored it.

You let go of China's hand and stood beside him.
You ignored a lot of things when you were with him.
Here's China's Version, I love him so much!

Italy’s version: [link]
Prussia’s version: [link]
America’s version: [link]
China’s Version: [link]
Canada’s Version: [link]

China Part 1: [link]
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A/N: Sweating a little... Yeah...... This was something I thought of this the other night after playing Tetris. Don't know why..... Sorry if China is a bit OOC (and by a bit I may mean a lot.). Let's get story shall we!

***China's/Yao's POV*** >Time: 10:48 PM<

I was peacefully sitting down reading a book until I heard my phone go off. 'Who would be calling at this time?' I ask myself and pick up my phone and answered "NI hāo[1]?"

"Um hey Yao-san. It's me Kiku..." I sighed hearing my brother on the other side of the line.

"Do you need something Kiku, aru?" I asked. I asked because he normally doesn't call unless it's important.

"Werr, someone thought it was a good idea to take (Y/N) out drinking and left her by herserf and is now drunk." What was he going at? I wondered. "if you courd take her off my hands for me..."

"Wha?! Why would I do that, aru?! There is no way I'm watching her!!!"

"It may be a rittre to late for that..." At that I heard a knock on the door. I went to the door and opened it to reveal Kiku and a drunk (Y/N). Kiku was blushing not happy with (Y/N) in his personal space. I sighed and to (Y/N) knowing I couldn't get out of this. "Arigato[2] Yao-san" Kiku said and left.

"Oh hey Yao when did *hic* you get here?" I heard (Y/N) say. "Ya know Yao. There's this guy I really *hic* like~" She slurred

"And who would that be?" I asked. A bit upset because I kind of like (Y/N). She was always happy and in a good mood she could make anyone smile even though they're sad. 

"Ok but you have to *hic* promise not to *hic* tell Yao." I shook my head as I set her on the couch. She really was drunk....

"Alright I promise..... Why don't you want to tell Yao though, aru???" I said not wanting to shock her while she was drunk.

"That's because I *hic* like Yao~!!!" I stared at her that was her drunk side talking, right? "Promise not to tell him?" She looked at me with puppy dog eyes just adding to her cuteness making want to squeal.

"I-I promise......" I said feeling my cheeks getting warm. I decided to leave the room to the kitchen to get some pain revleivers and a cup of water for when she gets out of her drunk state. When I got back she was already passed out on the couch. I set down the two items I was carring as I smile at her sleeping form. I then leave the room and come back with a blanket for her and cover her up. After that I head off to. Bed myself.

***time skip to the morning time, Your POV***

I woke up with a magger head-ache. I then look around my surroundings, and by what I could tell I was in my best friend Yao's house. A blush rose to my cheeks think what I could of done last night, but that lasted short do to the head-ache. I look at the coffee table in front of the couch and there was a glass of water and pain relievers. I sighed 'I hope I didn't say I likes him.' I thought as I took the pain relievers.

***Extended ending***

***Later that day w/China***

"Um, Yao?"

"Yes, aru?"

"I didn't say any thing to weird while I was drunk, right?"

"You only said you liked me but you were drunk so.... yeah." After he said that you went a bright red. Yao saw this and stuttered out "T-that was you being drunk r-right?"

".......... N-no......" You mumbled out. But load enough for Yao to hear though. With that pink slightly dusted Yao's cheeks. "I'm sorry if you don't feel the same way........." But Yao cupped you cheeks leaving you in a bit of an awe, but soon you relaxed into the kiss.

It felt like your lips were locked forever but you two pulled away to soon to your liking but you needed air. "I love you too, (Y/N)...."



"How do you say 'I love you' in Chinese?"

"W-wǒ ài nǐ.[3]"

"W-wǒ ài nǐ, Yao" You said in his native tongue

"I know you do....." He replied as you two continued the rest of the day watching TV.
Something I made in a week. This is bad to me. I'll make an extened ending later....

(Insert copy right here)
(found picture on google)

NI hāo- Hello/or Hi
Arigato- Thank you
W-wǒ ài nǐ- I love you

Holy Shit! How did this piece of garbage become so..... so.... popular?!
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 "I wish her ghost would just let us be..."
Note: Ivan & Natalya aren't related in this story.


Marriage, marriage.

Let’s get married, let’s get married, let’s get married, the words chimed in your mind like a bell. Why? Because your boyfriend of three years had just asked you last night, ‘Will you marry me?’

Ivan Braginsky was his name. How would your first name sound with his surname right after it? More than anything, you knew you loved him; your relationship was ready for the final step of holy matrimony. With only a moment to take in a breath, you’d told him ‘Yes.’

Ivan already knew where he wanted to marry you; it would be in one of the churches of Saint Basil’s Cathedral in Moscow, Russia. You’d already decided that his sister—and your very best friend—Katyusha would be your maid of honor. Ever since last night, you couldn’t think of anything but your wedding day.

It wasn’t going to be for a while—perhaps a year from now. At the moment, you were in the passenger seat of a rented car; Ivan was driving you to his house.

You’d just gotten off a plane trip; you’d traveled 4,137 miles from your home in the States to the famous city of Moscow, Russia. For the past three years, you’d been living with Ivan in Alaska. Vacationing in his old home in Russia seemed like a good idea, plus he could see his family. Not only that, but you could visit the place where you planned to marry.

He was almost to his old house, which he still owned. “Hey, Ivan. Are we getting close?” You asked, just to make sure.

He nodded quietly, “…We are.”

He’d seemed distant, even nervous. Subconsciously, you wondered why. Could it be jetlag from the long flight? “…Are you feeling okay?”

He kept his eyes on the road, hands clamped tightly around the steering wheel. “Yes, I’m okay.” He peeked at you from the side, giving you a small smile for reassurance.

…So why did he still sound troubled?

Soon afterward, he pulled into an enormous, snow-covered driveway.

To be honest, the house looked like an abandoned mansion. It obviously hadn’t been tended to in a while, and the sky was gray and cloudy, the street was silent as the night. Clearly there were no neighbors. Overall, the house gave off an ominous feeling that caused you to ask, “Um… so no one’s lived here in three years?” It wasn’t what you meant to say, but that was the first thing that slipped from your mouth.

Da. It may look bad from the outside, but it’s nice inside.” He parked, powered the car off, and began to open his door. “It is… okay with you, right?” He asked before stepping out.

You gave him a sweet smile. Even with the visible age, it was still a nice and large house. “It’s okay with me. I like it.”

Little did you know, the inside of the house would set off the most horrifying phenomenon in your lifetime.

You were warned as soon as you stepped in. Ivan walked around, unfazed. You, however, immediately sensed something uncomfortable. You got a sudden feeling of dread, and a wind of melancholy hit your body like the start of a hurricane.

The house was empty—save for furniture—but it didn’t feel empty. Ivan noticed your hesitance at coming fully inside, and asked, “Sunflower, are you alright?”

You tried to shake off the mood of discomfort. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little cold in here.” Still, you thought, But why does it feel like there’s someone here… watching?

After unpacking the master bedroom, it was already getting late. Ivan said he’d go get something to eat, while you unpacked the kitchenware.

As soon as he left, that air of apprehension fell upon you once more. Later when you took out the kitchen knives, you could’ve sworn you caught the sound of a quiet giggle.

…What was that?! you quickly thought. You listened again, but nothing else came. After a few moments, you figured the TV was still on upstairs.

Shrugging it off, you began to unpack the kitchen pots. As you were lifting them into the cabinets, you noticed a movement of black out of the corner of your eye. Confused, you looked, but… there was nothing there. It felt like a shadow had just slipped past you, but there was only a blank wall with a table and chairs.

Maybe it was a reflection of the window? A car passing by, perhaps?

You soon finished unpacking the kitchen. With a sigh, you began for the hall.

That was when you heard the whispers.

‘Marriage, marriage…’

You gasped loudly, heart instantly pounding, legs shaky and arms almost numb. What. The hell. Was that?! You questioned more loudly to yourself.

Before you could realize the possibility of an unwanted visitor, you caught the sound of footsteps across the ceiling. Clearly someone was roaming around upstairs.

You were supposed to be home alone.

The steps on the stairs

Aren’t really there

Feel like there’s someone watching me

Shadows on the wall,

Whispers down the hall

When I look there’s nothing to see


The sound of the door unlocking caused you to jump nearly a foot in the air. Frightened, you ran up to Ivan. You tried to be silent as you frantically pointed upstairs and mouthed, “There’s someone here.”

A look of surprise took over his face. “What? There’s no one he—”

You quietly smacked his chest, “There is.” You whispered, voice low and sharp.

Convinced, he glanced towards the nearby bathroom, stepped in, and grabbed a random weapon. It happened to be a faucet pipe. Since the bathroom was in the process of being remodeled, it was no wonder that there were still assembling pieces lying about. “I will go look, if you’re afraid.” He whispered, “Stay safe, my sunflower.”

You hid in the living room. You kept the emergency number for this area on your phone’s keypad. Later, Ivan came back down.

He assured you that no one else was in the house.

Needless to say, you were shocked. You knew you heard footsteps. You saw shadows. You even heard whispers! “But Ivan, I saw something. I heard something! S-Someone said…” You paused. Why would an intruder whisper the word ‘marriage’?

“What did they say?” He asked, concern in his voice.

You looked down, embarrassed. The TV was probably still on. “I heard… ‘marriage’. But, silly me—it was probably the television. I guess I saw shadows since I’m not used to this house yet, and maybe the ‘footsteps’ were just creaks. Since you said this place is really old.” You glanced at him, relieved. “Isn’t that right?”

His expression was plastered with surprise. “Someone said… ‘marriage’?”

You felt puzzled. Didn’t he hear your explanation? “Yes, why? The TV’s still on upstairs, isn’t it?”

He didn’t have the heart to tell you that it wasn’t. “_____...” He sounded apologetic.

You looked at him innocently, “What is it?”

He was obviously feeling anxious about something. Wordlessly, he grabbed your hand and led you to sit down on the living room couch with him. He then looked you right in the eye and stuttered, “…D-Do you remember me telling you about Natalya?”

You felt a pain in your heart. Instantly looking down to your lap, you whispered, “Yes… what about her?”

About three months since you’d started dating Ivan, you’d asked him out of curiosity, “How did your last relationship end?”

To which he’d responded, “…It ended with frostbite.”

Long ago, he’d been on a hike with his longtime girlfriend Natalya in the mountains of Siberia. It was all the wrong place, wrong time—a snowstorm hit, and the two were stranded. Ivan survived the near-death experience, but Natalya did not. She wasn’t able to withstand the cold as much as Ivan and later died of frostbite.

That was several years before he met you; but he explained that he’d been ready to get on with his life. He was ready before he started to date you.

You’d wanted to believe him. So you did. You let your relationship with him continue, and all had been well. You were both in love. And now here you were, three years later, engaged.

Ivan was currently lost in thought. You tried to get his attention, “Ivan… I love y—” You paused when you realized he wasn’t listening.

He’d pulled a nearby picture frame from off the coffee table. “N-Natalya…” He looked on the verge of tears.

You didn’t know what to say. And then, it finally clicked—Ivan had lived in Russia the whole time he was with Natalya. He’d told you he came to America ‘to try something different’, but only now did you realize it was to escape the pain and memories of this house, this country, this place that reminded him so much of his deceased lover.

“W-We were engaged, too, _____. Natalya and I. She died only three weeks before our wedding day. I hadn’t told you this before, but now I think you should know.” Without another word, he got up and trudged towards his room. “I’m sorry, sunflower…” He finally spoke, his back still to you. “I need to be alone…” A few seconds later, you heard a door shut.

You noticed he took the picture frame with him.

You say that you let her go,

Turned the page and closed the door

Can’t get inside your head

‘Cause when I try, she’s there instead 

The next morning, Ivan was just about back to normal.

It really helped that Katyusha came over. Without her, you weren’t sure if you could get him out of the room.

Upon seeing Katyusha again, you’d given her a bone-crushing hug. She used to live in Alaska too, but recently moved back to Moscow. It had been five months since you’d seen her.

At the moment, she was gushing about all the things you could do together in Moscow. Ivan was in the room, quiet, but he seemed happy to see his big sister. You were glad that he was feeling better.

“Ooh, why don’t we go visit more family?” Katyusha chirped. She gleefully began counting on her fingers, “Eduard, Raivis, Toris, Feliks—they’ll all be so happy to meet you, _____! And little brother, it’ll be good for you to see them, too.”

Then it was settled. Ivan had just woken up, so Katyusha made him go change and freshen up, all the while you were in the office with her talking about wedding plans. “Oh… it’ll so be lovely…” She looked out the window dreamily. You noticed a faraway look in her eye, a sense of relief and longing; as if this wasn’t the first time she spoke of her little brother’s marriage.

You knew it wasn’t.

A tear soon made its way to her eye, but she brushed it away with her fist.

Maybe she was going to be the maid of honor at Natalya’s wedding, too… you realized sadly. To distract yourself, you glanced away from her and around the room. You happened to notice a white material poking out of a large antique vanity dresser. “Hey, what’s this?” You wondered aloud as you stepped over to the drawer.

Suddenly, you heard Katyusha cry out, “D-Don’t open that please!”

Jumping up like a frightened cat, you turned and said, “Okay, okay… I won’t…” You’d never heard Katyusha yell before.

She sighed, and wiped away another tear. “I’m sorry. I-I’ll go make some lunch to bring to Eduard’s house. Excuse me.” She began to walk out of the office.

“No, wait! Can’t I help?” You asked, reaching for her shoulder.

She turned and smiled in the most motherly way you’d ever seen, “It’s okay sweetie, really. Go see if Ivan’s ready yet.”

Leaving her be, you shuffled up the stairs, feeling as though something was not right.

As you were walking down the hall to get to the master bedroom, you noticed a certain door was open, one that hadn’t been your entire stay here. Peeking inside, you noticed it looked like a girl’s bedroom.

That was… strange.

Curious, you stepped inside.

Instantly you got a chilled feeling down your body. You felt as if you weren’t alone in this room. Looking around, there were occult items, traditional clothes lying about, fortune-telling cards scattered across the carpet, a few issues of the newspaper Pravda, gymnasium posters on the wall, and some rock CDs on the nightstand. “Whose room was this?” You questioned aloud.

Occult items, fortune-telling cards, Pravda, gymnastics, rock music.

You’d suddenly recalled being told by Ivan that these were some of Natalya’s favorite things.

But could she really have had her own room here? Sure, the house was large, enough so to have both her own room and share one with Ivan, but…

Yes. You were standing in Natalya’s room, in its exact state before she died.

You took another look around, only to see something that wasn’t there before. Huh, how did this… get here…? You questioned to yourself.

A photo had suddenly appeared on the bed. It was of Natalya and Ivan, happy, in love, as very young teenagers.

But… Ivan was your love. It was just you and he now.

…Or was it?

I can’t compete with a memory

How can I fight with someone that I can’t see?

There’s two of us but it feels like three

I wish her ghost would just let us be… 

Everyone was having a great time.

You were playing in the snow outside Eduard’s house. He, Toris, Raivis, and Feliks had almost instantly become your friends upon meeting them. You were already close with Katyusha—now you were friends with almost all of Ivan’s family. Nothing felt better than that.

Well, almost nothing. Ivan seemed to be enjoying himself, and that made you very happy. It was after lunch, and Ivan complained that he didn’t like the snow, but that didn’t stop him from making a snow angel with you and Raivis.

After a few snowball fights with the Baltic cousins, you were beyond exhausted. You’d been crouching in your self-made snow fort a bit too long. Turning to your snowball-maker, Ivan (since obviously, you were the cannon in this situation), you told him, “Maybe we should forfeit. I’m too tired to keep going…”

After Ivan waved his arms down in defeat, the three other boys jumped up and high-fived for their win. They didn’t even care that they were covered in snow.

You all joined Katyusha and Feliks inside the house and sat down at the kitchen counter for some hot chocolate. Everyone talked animatedly with each other and simply enjoyed the company.

“_____... thank you for today.” Ivan told you as Feliks messed with Toris, Eduard explained how to use the pechka to Katyusha, and Raivis joyously sipped his warm drink.

“You don’t have to thank me. It was a pleasure to meet your family,” You informed him.

He smiled that gentle smile at you that you loved, loved, loved. You’d fallen for it on your very first date with him. “I had a lot of fun with you, and with everyone else.”

You chuckled lightheartedly, “Even though you don’t like snow?”

He smiled even bigger, “Yes. As long as I’m with you, I have fun. It’s nice. I…” His voice turned more serious, and he looked you right in the eye. “_____, I love you.”

You grinned back at him. “I love you too.”

…But after you spoke them, something about those words didn’t feel right.

You knew you loved Ivan, but did you love him… enough? Did you love him as much as Natalya did? If she was still alive, would you have never married him?

You were still just engaged, yes, but it felt quite disturbing to believe this future couldn’t have been possible without the death of someone. Especially someone so close to your fiancé.

You despised it.

Had fate made a mistake? Were you really worthy to love Ivan?

Or did even the ghost of Natalya still love him more than you ever could?

Boy you’re everything I ever wanted

But I gotta let you go ‘cause this love is…



You were back at Ivan’s home, relaxing from the day in the snow.

You were resting on the living room couch with him, watching a movie. It was clearly a cliché teenage romance. “Ha, those boys don’t know how stupid they sound. Pick-up lines? Really?” You teased some of the characters within the terrible film.

“Hm? I think those males are funny.” Ivan commented.

“Yeah, but they’re not trying to be.”

He smiled, “I like to see their failing love lives.~”

You laughed. Though, he didn’t see what was so hilarious. You realized he was being serious, but that was typical of him anyway.

“Hey, Ivan…” You’d suddenly gotten the best flashback. “Remember when you used to tell me pick-up lines~?” You half-sang, voice teasing and full of accusation.

He looked surprised for a moment. “What? I-I did no such thing…”

You grinned, “Oh yes, you did. Remember that old ‘Become one with me’ thing~?”

He instantly blushed, “…That was a long time ago, da?”

You teased him some more, facing him on the couch. After a while, you got bored and started toying with his soft beige hair. “This movie’s boring…” You mumbled, caressing his chilled skin.

He looked at you and smiled again, “…I can tell that you think so.” He was obviously referencing the way you wouldn’t stop touching him.

Giggling, you couldn’t help but hug him. He could be so cute sometimes.

You rested your upper body on his chest, sprawled across his lap as he continued to watch the movie. He felt so comfortable; you just couldn’t get enough of him. He was your lover, and yet he hadn’t been much affectionate as of late. You missed him.

Arms still wrapped around his neck, you slowly moved your head to level with his. “..Ivan?” You whispered, gently pressing your forehead to his.

Violet eyes now locked on you, he replied, “What is it, sunflower?”

You didn’t answer. You stared for a second more at his elegant features, then proceeded to close the gap between your lips and his with a kiss.

He was surprised for a moment, but quickly got over it. He began to kiss you too.

The sound of the TV droned out, but Ivan didn’t feel the same. He was fidgety, nervous. His hands against your back felt a bit shaky.

This confused you. Why was he nervous all of a sudden? You’d already done many things with him in the past three years; he was normally not like this. As you tried to deepen the kiss—he suddenly pulled away.

“…Ivan…? What’s wrong?” You asked, concerned.

After a minute of silence, he finally spoke, “…Sunflower, please understand. I… I don’t feel comfortable doing this here. It is not your fault; it’s mine. I simply… can’t do it in this house…” He was avoiding eye contact, embarrassed.

You wondered why he offered to bring you here if it brought him so much pain. “Is it Natalya?”

Slowly, he nodded. “I love you, _____. I’m sorry that things have to be this way between us, really; I’ve moved on.” He looked back up at you and tried to smile, “You’re my one and only now.”

Well… you weren’t sure if you entirely believed him. Still, you understood.

You knew he had to miss Natalya sometimes, and after this trip, you knew he did.  Very much so. You weren’t troubled by these feelings of his, after all—it had been a tremendous, painful loss. A death by someone so dear had to leave scars; there’s no way he could ever move on. He simply wouldn’t be able to get over her, much less forget her.

You were just here to distract him from the grief for a while.

And even now, you weren’t doing such a good job.

The picture frame of Natalya had been placed back on the coffee table. You felt like it was more than just her photographed eyes that were staring at you.

You say that she’s gone,

That you’ve moved on

So why do I feel her eyes on me?

Invisible chains

Keep us in pain

Won’t you please tell her set you free?



You wanted Ivan to know that you supported him—that you supported Natalya too. Last night, you’d done a lot of thinking. Maybe you weren’t meant to be Ivan’s true love. That was okay with you. If the person he was honestly destined to be with was Natalya—simply ruined by fate—then you would let it. You’d allow yourself to be second place in Ivan’s heart. He deserved to know that, and Natalya did, too.

Ivan was still sleeping, even though it was eleven in the morning. You went to go wake him up. “Hey, Ivan? Wake up. I need to talk to you.”

He stirred, groaning at the way you shook his arm. “What…” A yawn, “…is it, sunflower…?” His sleepy voice was undeniably adorable.

You ran your fingers down the soft material of his scarf that, yes, he even wore to bed. “Where is Natalya buried?”

His half-lidded eyes immediately widened in surprise, “You… You want to know where she’s buried? Why is that?”

You sighed, and plopped down on the edge of the bed. “I want to… talk to her. I want to bring her some sunflowers. I…-”

He stopped you from continuing by placing a cold hand on your knee, “-You don’t need to do that, my sunflower. I love you, da?”

You shook your head impatiently, “I know, I know. But I still want to do this, for her. And you might need this, too,” With that, you got up from the mattress, and looked down at your fiancé. “You haven’t visited her in a long time, and you know that.”

Not much convincing later, Ivan drove you to the cemetery.

You were clutching a bouquet of sunflowers, feeling a bit better about yourself. The drive was quiet, somewhat peaceful. You could tell Ivan was grateful for the push in seeing her again—without your help, he may not have been able to do it so easily.

The graveyard had a metal black structure over it, which stopped any snow from falling onto the markers. Surrounding the area were hills and trees. The sky was a bit overcast, but the sunflowers in your arms seemed to brighten the bit of land.

Finally, Ivan led you over to Natalya’s grave. Only a few other people were at the cemetery, but they left soon after you and Ivan arrived.

Heart pounding, you crouched down to read the tombstone.

Here lies the beautiful Natalya Arlovskaya, a lovely wife-to-be whom was lost only to the cold in which she adored—

May her soul rest in peace.

Below the memorialization was her birthday, followed by her day of death.

Ivan was standing a few feet behind you, so you gave her the bouquet and whispered, “Natalya… it’s me, _____. I just wanted to tell you that it’s okay if you still love Ivan. I’ve… I’ve accept that he still loves you too. And… I think his heart is big enough for the both of us…”

You wanted to say more, but decided to leave it at that.

Standing back up and turning to Ivan, you noticed that he was looking off into the distance, a worried expression on his face. “Hey… what’s wrong, Ivan?”

As if seeing you for the first time, he flinched, “Oh… nothing, nothing…”

It felt like he’d been looking at someone. Well, someone… beyond you. Who or what…? You had no idea.

Suddenly, you got that cold feeling again, that sense of dread and the inkling that you weren’t alone here with Ivan. Why… was this happening? You looked around, but no one else was on the cemetery grounds. “Ivan… was there…?” You began, appalled.

“Hm? Was there what?”

You felt it, and you knew he did, too.

For how much longer could you take this? Was Natalya truly dead, or was her love for Ivan strong enough to leave her buried corpse?

…You were afraid.

Sometimes when you look past me,

Your eyes see someone I can’t see

So I’ve given up this war,

‘Cause I can’t fight it anymore… 

That night, you were getting ready for bed.

Ivan was down in the kitchen when he realized there wasn’t much vodka left. “_____, have you seen any vodka? I appear to be running low—”

You stifled a giggle at his misfortune. He may not seem like it, but he practically operated by that stuff. “No, I think we’re out.” You called from the bedroom.

You heard the refrigerator slam. “Would you like to come with me to get some, sunflower? Or were you going to bed?” He asked from the end of the stairs.

You peeked out into the hallway, already dressed in your pajamas. “I’m a bit tired, is it okay if you go by yourself?”

He began for the door, “Da. I’ll be back soon; get some rest, my sunflower.” Shortly afterwards, the front door closed.

Exhausted from your afternoon of exploring Moscow, you headed for bed. All you could think of was sleep. Well, that, and the fact that you only had a week left of vacation in Russia.

Turning off the bedside lamp, you settled in for the evening.

You never expected that night to change your life. That night, you were to come across something not of this world.

You’d fallen asleep the moment your head fell upon a pillow. But, about ten minutes later, you were awakened by a very painful feeling.

It was a sort of heavy, invisible force across your chest. It was crushing your body, yet nothing was there. Your eyes had shot open in shock, but there was only darkness. You found it hard to breathe. The agony quickly increased, to which you couldn’t utter a scream. It felt like you were having a heart attack.

…Or maybe it was something else.

As the seconds passed, the strain only heightened. By now, it felt like a weight set had been thrown over your chest and left you to die. Were you imagining this? Were you really having a heart attack? None of those felt possible.

“…G-Get off me!” You finally managed to shout.

The heavy weight ceased as soon as you acknowledged its existence. Somehow, you knew if you’d continued to struggle while thinking of it as a health problem of some sort, it wouldn’t have stopped.

A few moments of silence passed. You sat up, heart pounding, still gasping for air. You were about to throw the blankets off when, impossibly, the mattress started to shake.

You cried out in fear, just as the rocking turned violent. You huddled into a ball as other items in the room began to shake; objects were thrown across the room, wall frames fell off their hinges, drawers flew open and closed, and vases toppled from nightstands. Absolutely petrified, you screamed; frozen in terror.

The ghost was real. You’d always suspected something paranormal going on around here.

As you tried to scream once more… you felt it.

The icy, malevolent hand of an invisible person.

Clamped around your throat, the supernatural entity squeezed its fingers around your breathing space. It was trying to suffocate you.

No, no… you thought to yourself. You couldn’t die now. You had a life to live. There was no way you could be killed by the hands of a ghost.

…There was a way. The unseen palm wrapped around your neck was poof. It was tightening by the second.

This couldn’t be her doing… could it?

Wish I could cast a spell to make her spirit leave

The walls close and then it’s so damn hard to breathe 

“Please…” You whispered for mercy. “Natalya…”

The hand loosened.

Once again, you panted for air; your veins nearly popping out and your face almost blue.

When you finally recovered and managed to look back up… there she was.

You’d instantly gasped upon seeing a pale, lifeless being now standing by the side of your bed. Cold, steely eyes and a hardened expression were on what would be a very cute girl’s face.

You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. This was a ghost.

Her long, straight, platinum blonde hair seemed to fall past her shoulders and then disappear. Her nearly transparent white skin gave off a glow and her clothes seemed to fade and outline into the colors of her surroundings. She looked as though she wasn’t truly a part of this world.

…You knew she wasn’t.

“_____?” Her voice sounded like it could be a fairy’s whisper.

You were too stunned to speak for a moment. Her clothes seemed to be of old fashion—a torn and ragged dark purple maid dress, a ripped white apron, black stockings, and a white bow across her head. Violet eyes stared back at you, judging. “Um, y-yes?” You didn’t know how to respond to a ghost.

Emotionlessly, she said, “I didn’t mean to kill you.”

Your heart pounded against your chest. Wasn’t she the dead one? “…W-What do you mean by that?”

She scowled and looked away, “I only had to throw objects and such to heighten the amount of ectoplasm in the air.”

The word ectoplasm echoed in your mind. Hadn’t you heard that word before… in fantasy television shows? “…Huh?”

She clenched her teeth and hissed, “I needed you to believe in me, more and more, to make myself visible to you. Without a living human’s full belief in the supernatural, a manifestation of spirits isn’t possible.”

It all finally clicked. “Oh… so even when I said for you to get off my chest, why did you still choke me…?” There had to be a reason for that too, right?

She narrowed her eyes at you, “…Maybe I only wanted to hurt you a little.”

You looked back down, nervous. “I-I see. So what are you doing here?”

She turned away from you, irritated. “You say that so casually. As if it is a choice of mine to be stuck here, in another world, unable to touch the one I love and hold him in my arms just like the days past. Tell me, mortal, why are you so conceited? Did you think I came here merely to visit you and you only?”


She faced you again, “-I can’t fully die without Ivan’s love.”

It took a few seconds to take that in. “You can’t…?”

She sighed, and looked down to her entwined hands at her waist. “You know I was going to marry him?”

You nodded, “I know.”

She aimed her thin violet eyes straight to you, “Do you love him?”


She sighed again. “Then I wish I could truly cease to exist. Because, _____...I know he loves you too. It makes me want to get frostbite over and over again just so I can finally rest in peace.”

You were taken aback. She… couldn’t leave this world? “Natalya… are you trapped here?”

She nodded solemnly. “I am. My soul is lost here in Russia. I can never make it to the other side without Ivan’s love.” She glanced down the hallway, and then back to you. “_____. I need your help.”

“M-My help? With what?”

She narrowed her eyes at you, “Don’t sound so stupid. If you’re worthy of my darling’s love, act like it.”

Ouch. Still, you nodded. “Okay…”

She continued, “If you want to help me move on, there is something you must do,”

…Is she talking about getting to Heaven? How could you possibly help her with something like that? “What is it?”

Her fists clenched, but she hid them behind her back. “You’re going to marry him soon, are you not? Wear my wedding dress.”

You felt speechless. “…Your wedding dress…”

“Yes. Maybe if someone wears the dress I’d planned to wear on what was to be the greatest day of my existence, I might have the energy to leave this cruel world. Is that so much to ask?”

You shook your head, “No.”

“Good. Then follow me.”

She led you downstairs. You found yourself in the same office you’d been in with Katyusha just days before. Natalya walked straight over to the antique vanity dresser in which you’d noticed that white material.

She opened the drawer and pulled it out. It was, no doubt, a wedding dress. A gorgeous one at that. “Please _____,” She pleaded, “Wear my dress on your wedding day. With that final act of love, I will finally be able to cross the line between my world and yours.”

You heard a car pull in; Ivan was home. As soon as the headlights flashed through the window, Natalya disappeared.

I can’t compete with a memory

How can I fight with someone that I can’t see?

There’s two of us but it feels like three

I wish her ghost would just let us be…

Boy you’re everything I ever wanted,

But I gotta let you go ‘cause this love is…




Here comes the bride, here comes the bride.

The song was being played by a string quartet. The wedding bells echoed throughout the church, and the aisle was clear. An audience sat directly in front of you, dressed in tuxedos and dresses.

At the moment, Feliks had begun skipping down the aisle, throwing petals down the long white carpet. “Flower BOY!”, he’d called himself before the reception.

Then followed Raivis. He was carrying a satin pillow with two rings resting on top.

From the side steps, Toris gave Ivan a thumbs-up, a sort of tradition between the groom and best man.

As if on cue, Katyusha noticed an imperfection and signaled at you to fix the side of your dress—just like any other maid of honor would do.

You had never told anyone about your encounter with a ghost. After all, no one would ever believe you. But those eyes, that voice, her presence would never leave your memory. Whether you liked it or not, Natalya Arlovskaya was forever engraved in your soul. Just like she was with Ivan.

Eduard coughed, hoping he wouldn’t mess things up. “We are gathered here today, on this happy and joyous occasion, to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony…”

As Katyusha had instructed, you’d quickly fixed the side of Natalya’s dress. Luckily, Katyusha had understood when you asked to wear it. Even she knew Natalya would appreciate it being worn, once you explained it to her. No one else had seen the dress before.

As Ivan—dressed in black and white, scarf around his suit’s collar—pulled up your veil, you happened to catch sight of something peculiar.

It was then that you noticed Natalya.

“…You may kiss the bride.”

As Ivan leaned in and gave his final kiss to you as a fiancé, your eyes stayed open and stared after Natalya. You watched her curtly wave goodbye and slowly fade to nothing.

The door between worlds had been opened, all with just the use of this wedding dress.

You knew a great future lie ahead of you with Ivan. One filled with love, happiness, and the company of a girl lost to fate in your hearts.

One who was finally at rest.

One who would never be forgotten.

It was time to exchange vows, for you’d asked for it to wait till the end: “Ivan, I love you more than anything…” You began.

I don’t want to fight anymore

Someone is walking out that door…



A.N.: Finally, a ghost-themed reader-insert from me~ (OwO) …Comment, da?

Just to clarify, I’m not a fan of Russia, nor am I a fan of Belarus. I don’t like this ‘RusBel’ pairing. These characters just happened to be the ones I used for my ‘Haunted’ songfic, which I’d been planning to write for a long time. (Check out the song, btw, it’s by Rihanna)
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In fact, I’ve had the idea in mind for so long that I’m pleasantly surprised to see it came out this October. Nice way to get in the mood for Halloween~ Anyway, I’ll be doing a more direct Hetaween xreader soon! Pumpkin La 

If you liked this story, check out my gallery maybe~? All I post are Hetalia reader-inserts, heh... :iconrussiablushplz:

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You chased him.

That blonde English man.

The one who took you father.

"Where is he?!" You screamed to the British man infront of you. You have chased him for hours and finally found him at the edge of a park. "I'm not sure what you mean, love~" He said in a sarcastic tone. His emerald green eyes shined with lies and you could feel tears fall down your face.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about! Where is my father?!" you asked him again, feeling both your hands turn into fists. You have loved Arthur with your life but 2 months ago you broke up with him because you found out that he was a vampire. He felt hatred build up inside him and so he started kidnapping everyone that was close to you.

"Oh, well he is no longer with us~" he said and smirked a little. You felt your heart shatter. Your father was the last one who was close to you, and now he was dead. You felt more and more tears fall and you fell to the ground, weeping.

"Why… Why would you do this Arthur?! He did nothing wrong, nothing!!" you said as you buried your face in your hands and allowed your vision to become blurry.

"Don't you cry, love. Don't you understand~ I did this for us, so we can be together. Your father would have never allowed you to be with me, so I had to get rid of him, please understand, love." Arthur said, knelling down next to you and held you close.

You desperately wanted to pull away, but you felt safe in his arms. You continued to cry and then buried your head in his chest, regretting doing it. Arthur smiled and held you closer and stroked your hair with one of his hands and hummed a song you weren't fond of. "There there love, let it all out…" You heard him say as you looked up at him with tears still falling from your eyes.

He looked back at you and kissed your forehead lightly, causing for you to slightly blush. Even though you both were not together anymore, you still had feelings so you kissed him on the lips, and he gladly kissed you back. After a while you both parted and you hugged him. Maybe he was right. Your father would of never allowed this, you closed your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder.

"I love you….Arthur…"
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A request from :iconiranimax2000:!! ;u;
I actually like this one!! <3
I will do one request a day! ouo I hope you like it!! ^^
Enjoy!! >D

England (c) Hetalia
You (c) :iconsexyengland2plz:
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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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