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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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Took me 6 hours.
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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.

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(Contains: sexual themes)
[A/N]: Vantas boy smut was requested! Don't like, don't read!

Besides, it's on strict.

Kankri Vantas
Karkat Vantas
Sweet Dreams and Wet Nightmares

You felt like a pervert.

A big, fat, sweaty pervert.

And it was disgusting.

Okay, time to back up a bit. Why do you feel like a pervert? Because you and Karkat were going through Kankri's room, looking for the older albino's porn so you could call him a hypocrite. No one slams your sexy shota boys. They sexy... Anyways, while you two were snooping, Kankri came home, and on a short, adrenaline filled burst of, 'Dude I know what to do'ness, you shoved Karkat into Kankri's cramped closet as said albino walked in.

The albino did a search of his room, checking some obvious hiding places before climbing onto his bed and smacking an area on his wall.

You knew there was a secret compartment! There's always a secret compartment in the hot guy's room!

Anyways, he pulled the Triple-X out of his wall, and from what you saw, they were naughty nuns.

"Holy fucking shit!" Karkat quietly gasped, looking from his own hole in the typical wooden closet door. You gaped as Kankri's hand slithered into his jeans, slowly pumping while he muttered things.

This. What.

You covered Karkat's eyes as Kankri started to... um... what did the English kid call it? Wank? Wanking? Yea, gotta protect the sixteen-year-old from his twenty two-year-old brother's wanking.

Kankri muttered under his breath, relatively nodding things that surprised you. Karkat's hand slowly lowered as you gave up, hypnotized by Kankri's pale, flushed face. You blushed heavily when Kankri removed his sweater, throwing the Erotica to the side and kicking off his pants.

Nya.. ermigerd.

You bit your lip, moaning softly when a finger pressed into the damp crotch of your jeans. "K-Karkat..." Oh shit, there goes your nipples. Oh, they are so hard.

Karkat sent you a shit eating smirk, pulling you to the ground to sit in between his legs and shoving his hands up your shirt. "K-Ka~Karkat~" you moaned happily as he lapped at your ear, biting the sensitive flesh. The closet door slammed open, Kankri staring at the two of you in his sweater.

D'aw, he put underwear on...

"What are you two doing in here!?" he hissed with a flush face. Dude... He just got hard again. From the idea that you two were watching him.


Karkat smirked at his older brother, squeezing your breast. "We were getting off on you getting off, Kankri. Now, if you'll excuse us." He turned your head, kissing you hotly and shoving his tongue into your mouth. You moaned loudly, gripping Karkat's sweater.

Oh, Kankri was pissed. Obviously, you and him were a thing and Karkat was trying to take you away. Obviously.

He grabbed your hand, pulling you into his arms and sliding his hands over your rump. "She's mine, brother. Trigger warning, I don't like it when people try to take what is rightfully mine," he huskily hissed, glaring at his brother and nipping your ear.

Karkat stood up, trapping you in between the two hormonal men and glared at his brother. O-o-oh! Holy shit! Woah, there are some very large, very hard things pressing to your lower extremities!

You flushed as the duo growled, each trying to kiss and bite as much of your visible skin as possible. Eventually you just slipped your T-shirt off, letting them cover you in bite marks and kisses. Then you worked on your pants, fumbling when they started licking down your body, fingers probing into your still jean-covered holes. O-oh-oh~

As your pants came off, your candy red panties came off with them, as did your bra. Those fingers were back, both rubbing at your exposed wetness, one flicking a certain button, the other pumping you to climax.

Searing light flashed as you were kissed by one of them. Kankri? Karkat?

Possessive red eyes landed on your open (eye color) ones, the dark bags around them telling you the one you were kissing was Karkat. When did he get to your front? When did Kankri get to your-

Holy shit. Kankri was behind you, and you heard clothes rustle. Karkat grabbed your hand, placing it on top of the impressive bulge in his pants. He flipped you around, forcing your head down and onto Kankri. You looked up at Kankri, who smirked.



What. The. Fuck.

"Suck." Holy shitting Jegus ponies. Kankri, were you always so damn fine? That voice... It's like chocolate from Lint! Lindt? What the fuck is that chocolate brand? Anyways.

You bobbed your head up and down, feeling Karkat press at your entrance. And as he was about to enter, you moaned ou-

Water coated your head and hands, waking you from your dream. The Vantas family leader, aka the one you called Boss, stood there, his red eyes wide and worried. "Oh my Gog, (Name)! You kept moaning! It sounded like a really bad nightmare and I couldn't get you to wake up!" he cried, wrapping a blanket around your shivering shoulders.

Karkat and Kankri walked into the kitchen, sending you winks.


Did they...

You nearly died when Karkat held up a paper that read, 'Call us when you're ready.'

You're dead. So dead.
Si, D, don't read. Rach. I don't really care.
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          *A birthday gift for :iconluffythaking: ! I hope you like it! :heart: *

           "No," You tell him in annoyance. Kid chuckles and Killer's shoulders droop.
           "Then why did you ask?" Killer inquires. You put your hands on his shoulders, still annoyed.
           "Because I was hoping you'd give me a challenge!" You snap, roughly shaking him, nearly making him fall off the stool he was perched on. You suddenly release him and take off your apron.
           "Wait, ___, where are you going?" Kid speaks up.
           "I'm going for a drink, figure out dinner yourselves," You sigh hanging up your apron before heading out. Why were you so mad? You weren't entirely sure but it was definitely Killer's fault. You've always been nice to the masked man, hell, you went out of your way for him a few times. So, why did it seem like you're the only one on the crew who hasn't seen his face? You kick over a barrel before hopping off the ship.
            "___?" Heat calls in surprise at your uncharacteristic actions. You barely heard him, fuming with annoyance. Geez, why is he so cute with the damn mask on!? You just wanted to take a peek under his mask. You were not the type to cross lines like that. You were usually quite patient when it came to things like this. But then he said...

           'You know ___, I'm so glad you joined the crew, it's say easy to relax with you..'

           You stop and sigh before carrying on. If he felt at ease around you then why wear the mask? Did you have to do something special to see under it? Should you ask? No, that felt like crossing a line. You reach the tavern and had who knows how man drinks, sulking at the counter for maybe an hour or something. A familiar masked man sits beside you. You look straight at the mask and release a heavy sigh before grabbing your drink before moving to the very end of the counter. Killer gives an 'what did I do?' gesture before taking the only seat next to you.
           "___, what's wrong? Why are you so mad?" He asks as you put your chin on the countertop with another sigh.
           "Not mad... Annoyed... And maybe a little hurt..." You grumble. Killer pauses, not used to seeing you so down since you always lit up and smiled around him.
           "Then, what has you so annoyed?" He inquires. You reach up without lifting your head and tap the front of his mask.
           "That," You answer when he pauses.
           "My mask? You're not annoyed that we almost forgot your birthday?" He hurts. You sit up, blinking a few times before turning to him in slight confusion.
            "My birthday?.... Oh shit... Haha..." You trail off, starting to laugh. You were so hooked up on his mask that you had forgotten your own birthday!
            "Wait... You were annoyed with my mask this whole time and forgot your birthday?" He huffs. You give a sheepish nod and he lets out a breath, putting a hand over his mask. He stands up. "Come on then Forgetful, lets go back to the ship," He says with some amusement.
            "Kay." You chuckle, getting up and staggering into him.
            "Youre drunk aren't you?" He guesses.
            "No, this is how I always walk," You joke. He shakes his head and puts an arm around you to keep you steady. You put an arm around his neck for support as you both head for the ship.
            "You don't like my mask?" He asks suddenly.
            "I like it... I'm just jealous that everyone else gets to see under it," You grumble, jealous was the right word right?
            "Oh... And you thought asking would cross a line," He states. He knew you so well.
            "Yep," You agree.
            "Then I'll show you after this," He decides simply as you get onto deck.
            "Really? Wait.. What is 'this' that you're talking about?" You ask warily. He chuckles and leads you into the kitchen.
            "HAPPY BIRTHDAY ___!!" The crew cheers. You let out a laugh, feeling really happy they remembered.
            "Glad you guys remembered," You comment.
           "Wait... You forgot your own birthday?" Kid says in confusion. "Then what was that about-"
           "Forget it. LETS PARTY!!"

           Killer has to carry you into your room, both of you were laughing uncontrollably as he sets you down. You blink up at his mask and frown suddenly. Killer of course notices. "Take it off if it bothers you," He murmurs. You blink in surprise.
          "Are you sure?" You ask, starting to reach for the mask.
          "Yeah... You know, it's okay to be dominate sometimes," He replies. You smile a bit and start to undo the straps and remove the mask. You set it down before looking at his face.
          "No way..." You breathe. He pauses, blue eyes blinking in confusion.
          "What?" He asks with a slight frown and a blush on his slightly scarred cheeks. You grab his face and he stiffens, eyes widening slightly, face flushing.
          "You've been hiding this?! But you're so-" You break yourself off, finally realizing what you were doing. Before you can take away your hands and apologize, he speaks up.
          "So what?" He asks carefully, still blushing heavily. You blink starting to blush as you remember what you had been about to say.
          "So.... H-Handsome...." You stammer, retreating your hands and looking down. You crossed a line. He will retreat now. You close your eyes, listening for him to leave. However, you didn't hear anything. You peek up at his face and lift your head in amazement. He was grinning like an idiot, it was a sight that made you oddly happy. You start to laugh which drags him into laughter too. After a bit, the laughter dies down and you both sit there smiling and looking into eachother's eyes. Finally you take his face into your hands and lean in, pressing your lips against his. He smiles at the fact that you had made the move on your own. He kisses back softly. You pull back after a few blissful seconds and he gives you another grin before giving you another swift kiss.
          "Happy Birthday ___."
Happy Birthday Tino~ ~ love Trisha!!
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Warning: The following reader contains spoilers, headcanons, and events taken place after the Mystery Gang invaded the mansion.

"Local reports finally uncased a missing person's log, the body of a teenage boy was found at the bottom of the abandon mines today after some workers were clearing out the last bits of leftover debrief. He'd been missing for over a year, and eyewitnesses claimed the cause of death was due to amount of stalactites piercing through most of his upper body. He suffered various injuries to the chest and soon died from lose of blood, a memorial was held for those in honor of their dear friend."  

Questions, answers, people spewing that it was nothing but murder, you were only a reporter nothing more nothing less. You'd heard about the events back when the teen first went missing, but you never thought anyone would stumble upon the body in a filthy place like that. Pressure had been building since you arrived, it was as if something lurked around in that cave giving you a throbbing headache.

Your boss didn't believe the whole "spiritual" concept when you chickened out on the latest paranormal activity going on in some creepy hotel, but it had an effect on hated being around it, the feeling was enough to make you puke if your partner didn't drag you out before the place became a mess of leftover cheeseburgers and fries you ate at the local diner.

Running a hand through the messy  [ Hair color ]  locks of hair draped over your face, rubbing the bridge of your nose trying to rid that annoying headache long enough until you could get home and fully unwind you breathed a long, stressful, sigh of tension hoping the rest of the day would go smoothly with no more interviews until Tuesday. 

Staring longingly at the dirt road that seemed to go on forever, knowing the city was at lest another twenty miles from here you decided to crank up the radio and tune to the latest fever, and take your mind off these events lifting that once sickly spirit from your mind. A few moments later soft, soothing jazz echoed through the car beating a delicate rhythm with saxophone and piano solos pushing those horrid thoughts out of your mind. Finally, some time alone.

You imagined being at your favorite coffee shop, the one that always served the best mochas fresh in the morning whenever you popped in for a cup. The smell of coffee beans, whipped cream, fresh cookies coming right off the pan and wrapped up for the guests.


The sudden jolt of your car lurching forward, nearly swerving off the road into a ditch caused you to snap back into reality quickly throwing both hands over the steering wheel luring your vehicle back on what looked like nothing but red dirt and leafs, scattered amongst the path. Wait, this wasn't the way've been driving this country side since you were a kid, there wasn't anything here you didn't question or recognize; until now.

Panning your attention over to the gas meter, a once eerie glow of bright blue illuminating the symbols had soon dimed as the arrow that barely held more than a few drops tipped to the "empty" sign. You completely forgot to pull over at the gas station and refill before driving the long way back home, great another fine mess you've gotten yourself into. The headache was back already, could this day get any worse?

You casually slammed your forehead on the rim of the wheel, releasing a loud groan of distress feeling the last few puts of energy spew from your engine, before finally rolling to a stop shutting both heater, radio, and GPS off. Looks like you'd be pushing that hunk of junk back to the nearest station, in the cold, alone, surrounded by dead trees, a mansion with a creepy glow-



Could there possibly be a bit of luck on your side for once? It had to be if your car stopped in the most ironic of places, but given the outer appearance most likely it'd be abandoned. Or worse, a "For Sale" sign stuck in the yard somewhere. If you were to even call it that since the place looked like nobody had tended to in in a good decade or so, but either way might as well try and see wither anybody was home or not. Though, you could feel something start to tug at your insides begging you not to go in.

You had no choice, it was either that or catching a cold standing out here pushing that damn piece of shit you called a car back to the nearest gas station. Upon walking towards the rusted pair of gates, lined with layers of dirt and overgrown vines blooming partially dead flowers you whipped out your phone in hopes of getting a signal, to call one of your buddies to come out and lend you a hand.

One bar. Sliding through the list, highlighting your closest friend who lived just a few miles from the outskirts of town, you mashed your finger onto the dial key and held it to your ear waiting for someone to answer.

"Come on [Name],  pick up, pick up!"

This really wasn't the time to start panicking, but at this point you just wanted to get home. A sharp pain between your eyes made you groan, feeling that migraine return with vengeance followed by an unholy sense coming from the mansion. No doubt there was something here trying to stress you out, figures the "spirits" would do their worst to bring you down with or without faith.

Silently repenting the evil forces to leave you be, you heard some background noise on the other end...someone shuffling around as if in a hurry to answer and was trying to catch their breath. A few moments later you heard a voice blare on the other side.

"[Name], this better be important! I'm in the middle of something and can't talk right now!"

Geez, another one of those days your friend decided to stay at home and watch some silly cartoon instead of do paperwork for his/her  job. You two often worked side by side, but lately things between you weren't exactly cupcakes and rainbows. Mainly because your friend engaged with more obnoxious things rather than spend time socializing. Course that didn't mean she/he  didn't try.

You scoffed, knowing by his/her tone that they were doing a certain "hobby" involving either anime or something far more amusing.

"Another ride on the feelz expression? I get it I'm sorry, look my car broke down a few miles south...could you drive out here and pick me up so I-"

An ear-piercing shriek of white noise echoed from your cell phone, making you tear the device away hearing it crackle upon removal. You hesitantly pressed it back up against your ear once the sound died.


No answer, just another feint echo of static followed by the tone of someone's hanging up. It didn't take long for you to figure out the signal died, leaving you stuck in the middle of nowhere without any sort of service.


One lonely voice raged in the dark, gaining no compassion for one's frustration to being miles from home. And yet that single phrase ignited a hazy purple aura from within the mansion, enough to make your head turn in awe at every window that'd been lite with this eerie glow. You stand corrected about this place being abandoned; but surely that small outburst wasn't THAT loud...was it?

Looking back down at the useless piece of junk you paid nearly four hundred bucks for, only for it to blow out on you when you needed it the most you rolled both shoulders back biting the bullet for now and casually working your way towards the broken down mansion, kicking up a few fallen branches on the way there making a clear path for you to follow.

The sound of your sneakers crunching under the piles of dead leafs scattered amongst the dirt road gave off a strange sense of paranoia, like if someone was really there you were worried about trespassing on private property. But you'd come too far to turn back now, it was do or die to ask someone for assistance wither or not they were pleased with you wandering around their front yard. Speaking of which, the place could use a weed whacker tearing down the jungles of tall grass practically surrounding the front porch, which you so carefully stepped upon hear one the wood creek under your weight.

You glided up the first couple of steps, cautious on how long you stood on each one fearing the last would shatter from years of ice n snow eating away at the support, before finally reaching the front door nearly tripping over yourself hopping the final step. You gazed upon the tattered doorway noticing chunks of wood had been ripped off of it's dull frame, a few strips of faded brown withered from a once vibrant ivory coat crumbled to the floor as you hesitantly pressed your hand against it, lightly knocking on a patch of wood that still held a bit of shine to it.

"H-Hello, is anyone-"

Pressure applied to the weak frame released a loud click from within the still working lock, startling you to move back a few steps as the rusty hinges creaked open this frail doorway welcoming you inside out of the freezing cold that sent chills down your spine. Fuck, now you wished you were still in the car blasting that heater at ninety degrees singing some early Christmas carols on the way home.

Greeted with the smell of old wax from the chandelier holding a flickering purplish haze from it's dying flames, rotting wood, and decaying corpses of small creatures that'd probably been here for about a week judging by the stench, you grimaced already beginning to fell ill again. A voice in the back of your head screamed to turn back, knowing whatever lied inside the mansion's chambers was probably something terrifying. But you had to stay warm, at lest until morning when you could get a decent signal on your phone and hope the signal would last longer.


Repeatedly rubbing both arms in a attempt to stay warm as you stepped inside feeling the plush velvet carpet sink under your shoes, your [Eye color] orbs shifted about admiring rows of fancy portraits that were covered with thin layers of dust and dirt from years of abandonment. A few frames hung by a thread off the single rusty nail driven so poorly into the wall; others slanted crookedly against eachother ready to give out at any second and shatter against the floor. Whoever lived here obviously had a weird taste in art, especially when it came to real life portraits. Eeesh!

The irruptive clash of old wood colliding with a worn frame made you yelp in terror, whirling your head around to see the door had slammed shut behind you once stopping along side one of the few pictures that wasn't completely covered from head to toe in filth. You panicked, sprinting back towards the entrance clenching your hands around the bronze handle, twisting and pulling it hoping to god this wasn't what you think it was.


"N-No...please, no!"

Your stomach lurched, anxiety starting to take over along with that horrible feeling you got back in the cave. A spiritual sense much stronger here than it was back there, silently telling you to keep trying to break open the door and leave while you still had a chance. Attempts of picking the lock with your fingernails led to half of them either getting stuck, or breaking leaving uneven sets of pinkie and pointers that'd been snapped off at the quick. Ouch, painful but worth a shot. After several tries you finally gave up, slowly sinking to your knees mumbling the word "no" over and over again the sensation of someone applying pressure to your chest growing worse by the second.

You were trapped, every window in sight boarded up leaving only the purple haze surrounding you within this eerie place. A cold chill ran down your spine, perking sets of goosebumps all over indicating this place barely held any sort of heat to it even from the flickering candles lighting up the main hall lined with those freaky paintings.

Swallowing the lump in your throat gathering what little peace you could muster for now, unable to rid that immense pressure continuing to build in that heaving chest you picked yourself up and shuffled over to a set of old candles lite with a purple flame, and tried to warm yourself. Surely there was a back door or some kind of entrance leading back outside, you'd only stumble upon the front part of this abandoned home so maybe with a stroke of would come across a door; or window that'd lead out and it'd be home sweet home in less than an hour. Might as well try before the pressure started constricting your airflow giving you an anxiety attack, or something worse than that. Why did this place have to be so fucking creepy?!

Taking in one final heat wave hoping to conserve that little warmth given by the candles, you huffed a few strands of hair out of your eyes facing the nearest hallway allowing your chest to rise and fall in the form of a few soft breaths before trudging forward, trying not to look at the rows of paintings you swore watched you wander down the hall hunched over in a state of fear that something might jump out and scare the absolute shit out of you. No way, they were pictures. Impossible a piece of paper smeared with all sorts of colors could possibly come to life.

Your chest felt like it was on fire, the pressure becoming more nauseating throwing a series of small choking fits on your frail form making it harder and harder to move deeper into the mansion. At one point you heard something moving around in the next hall over, then one of the nails holding the last picture frame in place giving out allowing it to shatter upon the floor echoing throughout the mansion. You yelped stepping back to avoid the stray pieces of glass spray across the rug, feeling that soft muscle pump twice as fast from that irruptive startle.

God this place is falling apart, but why was the feeling in your gut getting stronger? Mansion plus abandonment equals hangout for ghosts n spirits, DUH! But there wasn't anything there, no weird specks of light, no levitating objects, not even the sound of-



You really need to stop jinxing yourself so much, part of the reason why all this shit keeps happening to you.

Out of the corner of your eye you spotted a small wisp of purple aura round the corner, chanting a strange melody while it floated that sounded almost hypnotizing.

"A lonely soul wanders alone, nothing can ever fill his empty hole. For one who made him smile, has been gone for quite awhile...please don't go, please don't flee...I want you to stay with me."

The room flashed with series of purple and pink wisps, those lyrics making a permanent mark on your spirit shooting doses of nerve-wracking pain throughout your entire body sending you staggering back towards the hall. Some wisps reached down playing with a few strands of hair giggling to themselves, had they never seen a human before? No, these spirits were bonded to the place...without freedom or peace from their death, seeing something living gave them a sense of joy remembering their old lives back when they were still human. Poor things, in a way you felt sorry for them. Noticing each one had a glowing caramel center, you wondered if that was their source of happiness given they got a kick out of playing with your hair. Maybe this place really wasn't so creepy; but again joy was short lived. The chanting stopped, every single wisp now staring down at you with white eyes applying an even greater remorse on your chest as if these things were seeing past the outer core of your well being, another coughing fit surged through you followed by a blast of cold wind washing over your face.

A once playful, child-like innocents had turned against you staining crimson red shade of aura on their bodies. A new melody began to play, all the wisps snaked towards you illuminating blue flames from those tiny eyes that held such a beautiful glow.

"We're giving up the ghost, it's you we hate the most. You should not be here, get out, get out, GET OUT."

You ran. Cold air continued to nip at your bare skin while you skid across the carpet floor in a attempt to outrun these vengeful spirits, the sound of your heavy footsteps echoed throughout the mansion along with you gasping for breath. The pain was so unbearable, it tugged at the nerves surrounding that soft muscle like a knife was being shot clean through it. Suffering, agony, bitterness wedged it's way deep into your pores making you groan in despair wanting it to stop so badly. Please, make it stop, make it stooooop!!

You rounded the final corner seeing the staircase just up ahead, but what greeted you caused you to stop dead in your tracks flailing to a halt landing backwards on your behind ripping up a few patches of old carpet with the heels of your shoes feeling vision beginning to slip away due to the growing pain in your chest. Forced to look up closer inspection showed you were barely hitting the figure up to it's chest if you were to stand right now.

Eyes of rosy pink locked with your's, feelings of anger and bitterness flowing through them the longer you stared into them. Shades of pink locks draped over the being's reveling skull, reaching out violently grabbing the collar of your shirt in a choking state lifting you off the floor like a paper weight dangling you a few feet in front of it's non-existing face. It's body flickered forming small bits of pink flames licking at the bottom of your shirt threatening to burn the fabric at any second, you struggled to scream taking in as much air as you could reaching up digging those broken fingernails into the hand that held you high thrashing around begging for it not to end like this.

You could see it now, another missing person's sign hanging on the board of Walmart somewhere along with all the other countless souls still in dire need to be found. Fear chewed at your conscious making you struggle, whimper, repeat only to be weight down by your air ways getting more and more constricted from pressure on both chest n throat by this....thing who had you in it's grasp. Diamonds began to build in the corner of your eyes, slowly running out of strength to fight back.

A more human-like being had you in his hold, controlled by what little connect he had left on this earth destined to torture the living and embark the same gut-wrenching sensation he had to live with everyday. Nothing could put him at peace, not even the idea of crossing on the other side finally separating himself from this cruel world. And yet; he still hesitated to kill you allowing you to just wiggle about like a helpless worm fighting to keep living. What could possibly be drawing this spirit back from doing such an awful thing?

Then it hit him, the pleading look in your eyes, the fear streaming down in forms of silver wetting small patches of his sleeve, hanging on to the last string of fresh air that'd soon be squeezed out by his doing. It reminded him of.....her.

The being's grip loosened for a moment, that bitter gaze beginning to soften creating an express that looked guilty and filled with regret. You watched as he slowly brought you closer to his cracked skull exposing some years of dust and age, warmth from his hair washed away that bitter feeling making you flinch at what he was gonna do with you. In that moment you saw his expression change again, to a timid and more painful look. Could he be another soul connected to this place? One fighting it's inner demons unwillingly wanting to drag another innocent person back to the dark chambers, where they'd suffer the same fate?


A male's voice spoke to you echoing off the back of your head. Telepathic communication? How was that possible you had no memories of ever seeing this phantom, nor have any idea who this "Vivi" was he'd asked you. Obviously he mistook you for someone else, but why you...?

Startled by the new-found spirit's ability you violently shoved the skeleton backing tearing a small, blue heart-shape object from his suit and knocking it to the floor where it tumbled down the staircase. The force send him flying back releasing you from his nasty grip, a series of muffled grunts and groans played in your head hearing the object bump and crackle bouncing off each step, the massive crack displayed earlier chipping away a large chunk of the protective layer. You collapsed in a heap practically gasping for air rubbing the spot around your neck he'd so forcefully grabbed you, ignore pain that gather in your head shortly after falling against the floorboards. Great, you were hearing things...that or this creep found a way to get inside and mess with you inner thoughts.

He was down on both knees crippled by the force of your hand knocking away one of his most prized possessions; that locket he held onto for so long cracked once again by rejection. Not even bothering to question what he did let alone gaze into those eyes a second time, you turned in heel and bolted down the hall where he laid fleeing to the nearest room you could find once he was out of sight and locking yourself in. Total rejection.

With you barricaded in one of the many empty spaces, refusing to come out at any given time he rose back on his feet clutching the large hole in his suit that once held that fragile trinket. Looking at the bottom of the stairs seeing it laying face open on the floor he stepped forward to retrieve it, but not before hearing the sound of sterling silver clink under his boots. Lowering his head down he noticed something trapped under the heel, reaching down grasping the object he realized it was a necklace....your necklace. The way he held you must have tangled the chain in his hand making it rip right off your neck when you shoved him back to escape. Luring towards the broken locket he floated on down the steps to sew it back in place for now.


Darkness. Pierced by slim trails of moonlight peeking through some of the dismembered old boards nailed over a broken window, illuminating the sparkle of diamonds now flooding the room in the form of a gigantic waterfall powered by frightened whimpers and uncontrollable sobbing. Those sobs turned to gags from fear finally overpowering you enough to toss your cookies a little adding another gross stain to a pile of old rags, left in a corner by the last owner who cleaned up in here before. Your whole body was quivering, shaking, you were a mess. You should've never got out of bed today, called in sick and stayed home instead of breaking down half way there and getting trapped in this dreadful place with no hope of escape whatsoever, not with that THING roaming around!

Reaching into your front pocket you shakily pulled out your cell phone praying by some chance you'd get a better signal from here, with no trees blocking it out maybe [Name] would answer long enough for you to explain your dire situation. But damping what little hope was the echoing electronic hum noting your battery was about to die, still showing nothing of any type of signal within range.

The world cursed you today, bringing nothing but bad karma and one of many horrible feelings that made your job a lot harder than it seemed in the eyes of people like your boss. Over run by migraines, tears, a sore neck, and now surges of tight pains squeezing inside your chest you chucked the phone in a fit of furious rage hearing it shatter against the wall upon impact knocking the SD card out of it to skid somewhere in this pitch blackness gradually closing you in. Fuck it, the thing was trash anyways and you planned to buy a new one later this weekend.

Those eyes, those damn eyes were burning a hole through your head like hot metal fresh outta the furnace. The image alone made you sob louder wanting to just forget that awful moment where he nearly strangle you to death, hesitation or plain guilt you were glad to be alive rather than join the rest of those forgotten souls that put up quite a chase half way cross the mansion. But why....why did he look so familiar? There had to be a reason he didn't finish you off, let alone his appearance reminded you of a picture that'd been hanging over one of your fellow worker's walls for investigation purposes. But who was he...? What was he? Your head hurt more trying to come up with an answer, the stomach ache and gross fit of tears weren't helping much either.

You flopped into an old leather chair barely made out by the rays of moonlight illuminating small patches of the room, gently rubbing some of the silver tears from your eyes sniffling a bit drawing quiet for a brief second hearing the sound of footsteps walking by your doorway. Shit it's him again. But listening to them trail off down the hall brought a sigh of relief that he didn't come back looking for you after recovering from that aggressive backhand. You just wanted to go home, forget this night ever happened and go back to the usual, depressing lifestyle you had with this stinkin job, barely any friends expect one, and most importantly the new pack of Oreos you stuffed inside the fridge on your way out the door for work!

The cold atmosphere returned with vengeance causing you to curl up conserving what little body heat you had left, not counting your headache raising a few level of temperature threatening to give you a fever if that spiritual warfare didn't stop making you sick. Laying down on the nearest arm rest, craning your neck in a more comfortable pose fatigue finally offered it's assistance to take your mind off everything. Sleep. The best way of escaping problems by drifting into a sweet, relaxing, wonderful little place called Dreamland. 

As your eyelids grew heavy, you took one last glance towards the window out some of the smaller cracks beaming trails of moonlight to stroke your delicate cheeks letting the night wash your worries away for now. Within moments you were asleep, curled in a tiny ball of fear and unsureness wither or not when you woke up, that you'd be back home in your own bed. It was all just a bad dream...wasn't it?


"You took her from me, brainwashed her with your sick obsession to make her forget everything about me! Because of you, I'm nothing but a faded memory, one that never existed. Please, don't leave...don't leave me here alone! Vivi!"

"I won't!"

Another nightmare, broken by the sound of your own voice reaching out to the other playing in your head. A winch from your left leg slamming against the other arm rest snapped you completely awake with a loud "Shit!" muffled between your grit teeth. There was that name again, for heaven sakes who was this Vivi person you kept hearing?! Then it hit you, a memory back when the missing case report first came in back in the summer of 2013. 


Two weeks before the case, a group of kids wandered into the local coffee shop early that morning ordering a few shots of extra mocha. You noticed a much taller man admiring the freshly baked sweets, having a hard time choosing what to get with his coffee. Violet strands slicked back into a perfect shape, the way his fingers nervously played with the magenta scarf around that slender neck while he continued to struggle between picking either cookies, or a slice of lemon poundcake to snack on before hitting the road, that cheeky smile when he- 


Up front changing your mind about putting away that sweet tooth, you both had reached for the last chocolate chip put out just a few hours earlier before the shop opened up. One hand gently griped the other lifting a pair of dark orbs to look right at you, he chuckled softly making you do the same obviously knowing you two were both thinking the same thing. Your gaze shifted the other direction struggling a few times to get the words out your mouth.

"Sorry I didn't know this was- Y-You were here first so-"

"Oh no it's fine, it's fine. I uh, eheh...I was getting it for a friend, I'm not really a fan of chocolate chip."  

Lifting a brow at the dismay of not liking them, you flashed a teasing grin in hopes of making things less awkward between you guys for the moment.

"Shut up really? I've always been a fan of these things, but they're nothing compared to my favorite which doesn't usually sell in this place. I should ask the owner If they should start making them."  

A slight tilt of the man's head showed he was interested, questioning what exactly this so called "favorite" of your's was. You weren't use to socializing with people outside your job, without a microphone and camera shoved in your face, making convocation tended to be a little difficult given how in the past people often judged you for what you liked, did, or said.

He clearly took notice of this choosing not to say anything and at lest attempt opening you up long enough to trust he wouldn't laugh at anything you may say.

 "Let me guess, macaroons? Oatmeal raisin?"  

The lad cocked his upper brow, only to notice his fingers were grazing along your own still holding the sweet brought the blood rushing to his dark cheeks, allowing a pale shade of pink to be visible removing them expressing a small, nervous grin around the corner of his lips. Seems you weren't the only one having a hard time making a good first impression, how charming throwing out an old-fashioned trick trying to learn something about you. You couldn't help but laugh a bit letting that smile get a little bigger.

Macaroons? Never had one, honestly unsure if you even wanted to try one given some looked like they were made out of toothpaste and hamburger buns.

Oatmeal raisin? Another "Eww" moment for both of those ingredients combined. Why would anyone eat that stuff it tasted disgusted with or without the tiny pieces of chocolate baked on top. 

"No, M&M. Honestly neither of those guesses sound appetizing, but you were close when you said Oatmeal raisin."  

Of course, sweet sugary goodness baked in the form of rainbow colored candies and cookie dough. Who could forget such a wonderful masterpiece created for kids that developed an early sweet tooth? But close was better than missing it by a long shot, course he'd only just met you getting it right on the first try was extremely rare unless someone had either informed him or stalked you during business hours learning certain odds n ends about your personal life. Not bad for a start. 

"A-Actually they aren't, believe me I tried one of the macaroons they sell at the shop back in town."

He gradually leaned forward leading you an ear hunching over a little so he could finish his sentence, one thing about this guy that amazed you was his height. Maybe he didn't size up to some of those players seen trying out for this years football team, but he certainly did size you and practically everyone in the café from what you could see.

"They taste like mint flavored toothpaste."

You shared a laugh the image of him eating one of those things rather priceless if they tasted so bad, now you were sure never to say yes if someone offered you one. Some people can get a little too creative when it comes to baking, in this case whoever made that batch must have been out of it....or looking to pull a digesting prank on the customers. Thank god they didn't sell here, not everyone in town had money to burn on sweets. Who'd pay eight dollars for some nasty thing that didn't even have a sugary taste?! 

An older woman approached the front offering two black and brown coffee cups marked off as "mocha". You graciously took the one nearest in your reach nodding a thank you letting her get back to work, while looking back at the still uneaten cookie in your hand. Offering it back was kindly rejected by the man smiling lifting a hand and perking a more friendly look than before.

"No, you take it. There's plenty more where that came from, besides I'm sure my buddy will find something more appetizing long the way once the van starts up."  

His attention turned to one of the tables sitting a few feet away from where you were previously sitting, waving a small hand jester to the much younger man that was just getting up to leave with his leftover coffee along with several browned napkins, that most likely indicated he'd spilled hot mocha all over that citrus colored jacket damp with a few stains looking fairly new. Strands of thick orange locks shagged from behind, did he even comb his hair at all? He looked like some dork from one of those Marvel comics who went into Super Sayian mode whenever his powers were activated. Weird, but not bad looking....until he waved back completely off focus running straight into one of the glass doors, slowly pushing it open taking off in the parking lot hoping that embarrassing moment wasn't seen by anyone else. How; nerdy. Wither he was struck by the fact his friend was talking to someone as pretty as you or just being plain stupid, perhaps it was best to act like you didn't see anything and focus back on the other.

"Well, guess I'll see you around...[Name]"

Your head immediately turned at the mention of your name being spoken, a look of complete shock flowing through that once perky expression wondering how in the world did he know you. He was a stranger getting coffee just like you, getting something sweet to go with it just like you, and further more you've never seen him before in all your damn life! Your mouth half-way open having a series of words jumbling up ready to be spoken, but all that came out were high pitched squeaks implying how he'd stunned you. Finally you ask. 

"H-how did you-"  


Looking down at your still piping hot coffee cup leaving trails of fresh steam blazing out of the top, a name scribbled in black wrote the very opposite of what you originally ordered. And thus the man's name engraved on the plastic right above it. Well now you felt stupid, getting so caught up in the convocation you didn't even think to check and see which one was your's.

"Relax it's fine. Actually I think it's r-rather pretty."

With that being said he gently took the other mocha from your hand offering the correct order he'd been holding, giving a tender smile as you pulled yourself together flashing an embarrassing smile adjusting the strap around that old purse you tended to carry around at work. Pretty? Well it didn't really fit your state of mind, nor use to the idea of someone flattering you but still pretty...? A soft glow of cherry red painted itself across those pale cheeks watching the man turn knowing that weird friend of his was probably wondering what was holding them up. For pete sake you were here on break, this was no time to get flustered over a man. But he acted so sweet, first the cookie, then complimenting your name, could he do anything else to pluck those delicate heartstrings?

"Say uh, why he met let's saaaaay- Friday? I have a feeling you come here often, maybe we could talk a little more?"

Was that Of all the people he could talk to he asked you? He seemed pretty nice, but it still didn't answer why all of a sudden he'd taken a liking to you. Most people coming in were people from the neighborhood, on some occasion one of your co-workers would join you for a bite to eat, drink a little coffee while going through some papers, but really you didn't have anyone to really consider a "friend" and it'd been nearly a year or two since you were in a relationship. Could he just be someone who noticed that lonely look in your eye? You didn't pay mind to it, he'd been watching you since he first walked in. Taking notes of your body language, the way you admired other people in the café, how you bluntly ordered that usual mocha not even bothering to strike a convocation, or were just pretty in his eyes. 

Anti-social, fear of being judged, all of those things kept you from really making friends. So far he'd shown that dorky personally didn't bother him, and shared a similar sense of humor. Just once, just this once you would go for it and see where things would go from here praying it wouldn't turn out like the previous times you'd tried to socialize with someone.

"Sure uh, I come here almost every morning before work. How about nine, would that work?"

He nodded idly fiddling with the scarf around his neck tucking it back in place before taking a small sip of his coffee, the irruptive "honk!" of a nearby horn causing you both to look outside noticing a multi-colored van standing out in the middle of the parking lot. Guess his friends were in a hurry. Reaching into your pocket remembering something you'd written down earlier this morning, for old time sakes you offered the man a small slip of white paper feeling your hand tremble slightly at the idea of even doing this.

"H-Here's my number, maybe we can talk about details later this week after my shift."

Really you expected him to say no and decline the offer, but instead he took it between his thumb and pointer slipping it into his back pocket with a light chuckle noticing how nervous you were getting handing over something as simple as a phone number. Then again he was one to talk, he felt pressured just talking to someone so pretty. Not that he'd been around women before but most of the time he acted like a total geek trying to flirt or interact with girls like you. What exactly would you label someone like that as?

"Of course, see you Friday. [Name]"

Giving one last smile walking past you towards the entrance hearing another honk from the van outside trying to get his attention, answered with "Alright alright, I'm coming." he pushed his way out the building and vanished into the parking lot being a line of cars parked up front. 

You barely made convocation with him, he only knew your name, and now he had the guts to ask a socially awkward human being like you, on a date?! Everything was happening all at once making it difficult to process exactly what sort of shit just played through, taking out the offer of your phone number you'd done something that completely blew you off guard. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach releasing a bubbly uplifting feeling that made you wanna squeal like a school girl, accomplishing one of the few things in life you were so nervous about. 

Rejection, you feared it so much having been thrown around like a ragdoll by previous friends and relationships, anymore of it would leave you picking up what little pieces remained of an already broken heart from the last man who entered your personal life. But what if he didn't call? What if he never showed up and left you waiting for hours on end? What...what if he already had-? All these doubts why were you thinking about them already when he just walked out the damn door?! You needed to relax, give him a few days and see where things would go. 

You looked down at the small "gift" he'd graciously allowed you to take, the first sign of knowing one of many things about you. If he really wanted to meet again, then you would make it happen and just see what sort of mess you were really running into. Adjusting the strap around your purse slipping that special treat willing to be saved for later, you smiled down at your feet beginning to move back towards your original seat.

"You too-"


The sound of flames ignited with a start illuminated this once dark place into a tattered, old, dusty room lite with a bright pink aura. You shot up grabbing the nearest object within reach and hurled it towards the source, releasing a frightened grunt from the back of your throat. Glass shattered against one painting covered with torn fragments of white sheets, knocked off it's rusted nail before clattering to the floor and shattering upon impact.

A single wisp of magenta fluttered past the broken flame trailing your gaze over to the boarded window, greeted with majestic shades of pink, purple, and white continuing to light up the dark room. Violet eyes locking with your's, fear dulling them thanks to that glass lamp you shot across the room nearly landing a crack in that thick skull.


"Y-You, stay back!"

Bending over picking up a rather large piece of wood from the now broken picture frame, you hoisted it over one shoulder ready to swing it like a baseball bat in case he decided to lunge at you again. Both feet shuffled against the chair slowly staggering back until your feet gave out flopping you back against the old leather, hearing it squeak under the weight of your body pressed against it.

He drew closer, those slender legs casually gliding across the carpet leaving a small trail of pink flames behind him not at all intimidated by the "weapon" you possessed but more; sad that you continued to push him away lacking any sort of comfort that would hide his disturbing appearance.

His eyes lowered, gently lifting a finger or two grazing them over the newly patched locket he'd sewed back with a few black threads lightly pushing one of the many loose pieces barely held together by streams of pink energy and clear tape. That last fall down the grand staircase left it nearly shattered, and by the looks of it he had some sort of connection as if it was his own heart pulsing through masses of aura holding his body in place. Yet even mending the thing together did not cure him of that painful feeling tied to both spirit and this horrid place he'd been banished to for the past year, death barely even acknowledged his existence. But something drew him towards you, like he'd been listening to your dream play through and awakening you moments before it ended.

However, still seeing him for the monstrosity many would consider an act of paranormal activity, an embodiment created by an unexplainable series of phenomenons, a vengeful spirit seeking for it's killer trapped the spirit between an invisible line between his and your world unable to reach out and grasp your inner being that was beginning to strangle you yet again. You broke out in a loud coughing fit struggling to keep the weapon up high, his presence twice the agony than before feeling him towering over where you sat.

You could feel the numbing sensation flowing through those magenta locks, striking a somewhat familiar image to what you'd dreamed of earlier noticing he was practically inches away from your face expressing that same feature in his eyes which held many emotions...all relating to his broken "heart" slowly but surely beating every few seconds. Before it held vibration shades of orange and yellow, but with you so carelessly knocking it out in a fit of fear your rejection only crumbled another piece, making it harder for him to overcome this painful remorse.

Noticing his aura was beginning to overwhelm you he stepped back, giving you room to breath and recover from that horrible cough which quickly subsided once he moved. Upon then his eyes finally managed to lock with your's, the slender marks of those skeletal fingers gripping one side of the locket. 

"Relax, I'm not here to hurt you..."

That voice again, telepathically speaking to you in granted of no longer possessing a face with skin on it.  Tch, yeah right as if him lifting you up by your neck leaving his abusive imprint on it was a way of showing peace. You know what they say, when in doubt...bullshit it.

"Right, and you expect me to believe that after you about choked the daylights outta me. I don't know what you want, or why your here but I am in NO mood to be playing Ghostbusters so just do me a favor an-"

A small flicker of the spirit's locks brought forth a gentle feeling, illuminating the room in brighter shades of pink still clutching his fragile locket.


Your eyes widened, shades of pink and purple haze surrounding the floor you were now standing on having gathered up the strength to stand again, bout ready to just whack that floating skull of his like a baseball through the window getting another chance to escape. How did he- surely he must be joking since you've witnessed things like this for years during investigations. Demonic sacrifices trying to summon the devil, possessing the living tormenting them like their personal marionette, even to the point of haunting one's existence refusing to give them peace until they could no longer live with the frustration and torment of this spiritual presence.

But his didn't give off that feeling and what little torment he expressed soon faded once he saw the look in your eyes, hesitation kept you alive and guilt made him wander the entire mansion for hours trying to find you until stumbling upon one of the main bedroom, waiting for the right moment to awaken you and make things right. If he really meant those words then maybe this spirit wanted more than just forgiveness, letting you go and return back to the world you knew instead of being trapped here like him. Could one truly possess such a compassionate nature?

"You really don't you?"

Silence. Your gaze glued to the pair of magentas seeming to quiver with unsettlement, embarking painful memories way before death claimed his once human soul leaving an empty shell to wander the earth. Remember. Remember how?! What was he even getting at with this nonsense? Then it hit you like a brick wall, the one thing that failed to click in your memory banks until now once the shades of rosy pink locks twinkled in the moonlight.


I-It couldn't be.


Another puzzle piece slid into place, flashing the last known event you took part in before that very night. The local dance club. For the first time in years you decided to look your best, wearing one of the few dresses stored at the very back of the closet gathering layers of dust. It'd been nearly two month since you started seeing him, tonight he'd asked you to met up for a few drinks and dance the night away as a special treat for that busy schedule of your's. The place was crowded like usual, people from all over town coming for a late time outing talking about their day then breaking a leg on the dance floor.

But night soon became a bore longer time seemed to pass by. You motioned the bar tender for another round greeted with one more shot glass filled with the finest liquor this side of town. It didn't take long before people started by one. The bar became a ghost town and you were left alone; he never showed up. He never called you saying something came up, or that he'd be late or anything. You assumed he just played your emotions then shattered them to pieces like your previous relationship did, only tugging those delicate strings like his personal marionette leading you on until he cut the ribbons holding you in place. That night you got completely wasted crashing at one of the nearby hotels wishing you never met him, trusted your feelings with someone so cruel, let your hopes get too high expecting big news or something wonderful like asking to be his or bringing a fresh bouquet of clean cut roses he knew you liked.  

Tears were shed, ones leaving permanent stains on your heart numbing every ounce of care and compassion for him. Another man had taken advantage of you scattering the pieces all over the floor letting you slowly pick them up, and take sweet, sweet time putting them back together. You swore never again to fall in love, for men were ruthless creatures seeking nothing more than a way to fill up the jar then making room for the next load, imprinting scars which left a painful reminder of what you gave for them.

Weeks went by, and work had your full attention once again. What little friends kept asking if there was anything they could do the help, spending free time lending an ear or trying to cheer you up often managing to perk a smile on that grumpy face. For a while things seemed to go back to normal, but that faithful day changed everything. The day news spread all over town, and the missing person posters hanging in almost every window in the city.


Your voice slipped out almost a hushed whisper, shockingly loud enough to make the spirit respond with a soft flicker from those magenta orbs suddenly filled with hope that you even remembered his name. All this time you believed he abandoned you, that he left town and found some other woman to give him what he wanted than usual hugs n kisses. The whole neighborhood went searching for him finding no trace or any kind of communication from friends or family since the night before, as time went on with still nothing turning up you finally accepted the fact he was most likely dead...a hard truth to break for even someone like you. And yet here he was over a year later standing two or three feet away, struggling to reach those forgotten memories locked away due to all the pain and suffering you went through during that time.

It all made sense now, the van running out of gas, getting sealed inside this old place, the lyrics those spirits were chanting. It lead you straight to him where he spent the last year mourning over the lose of his beloved, however it didn't answer the name he'd called you by earlier. Could this "Vivi" person be someone he use to love back then before he met you?

Come to think of it there was a girl who use to buddy around with you shortly after you two started seeing eachother, talking up all kinds of ghost stories, jokes, even some tasty tidbits about the guy you found rather hilarious from being a cuddler to his favorite movie being "Ghostbusters". You didn't hear much from her after his disappearance, rumor had it she moved out of town shortly when the police stopped searching. No surprise if she did, if they dated before hand this whole event must have hit her just as hard. Poor thing, she probably meant a lot to him...but now you were his main priority.

The sound of old metal colliding with brittle wood echoed through the mansion as you willingly dropped the piece of frame you'd been holding. Finally, after so long someone acknowledged his existence, remembering who he was rather than choosing to let identity remain a mystery and spend another year searching for that missing puzzle piece he longed to obtain.

" [Name]...I."

Words could not describe this feeling of pure joy pulsing through him, the tattered locket tied to his suit increasing the more you continued to embrace his presence no longer fearful that he was without a body. Deep down you knew that this wasn't just, but the one you thought to believe abandoned you and left those unconfirmed feelings astray seeking out another to cling to. He hurt imagining what sort of pain you went through that night, silver streams never seeming to end no matter how much you wiped them away, a crack wedged in the very center of that beautiful heart he so desperately wished to mend compared to his own. In the end you both suffered more than just rejection, but longing affections not yet fully blossomed during your days together, back when he could smile, make you laugh.

A pair of slender arms threw themselves around the spirit's shoulders, slanted crookedly given his flaming skull was held in place by spiritual forces unable to possess an actual neck for you to dangle from once you'd practically thrown yourself at him. At first you felt him stagger back adjusting the new weight buried in the crook of his suit resting just above the collar, you barely hit Lewis above his chest being a much smaller and more feeble form it took every ounce of strength for you to wrap both arms around him to embrace the man you hadn't seen in over a year.

Once he realized you were refusing to let go he slowly leaned forward, shades of purple and black fabric enveloping your body tightly pushing you further into his suit returning the embrace feeling you shift under the weight of his hands clutching your right shoulder and lower back. 

"Please forgive me....I never meant to-"

You hushed him gently fighting back tears that threatened to spill over his suit, just wanting to savor the moment and forget everything during that faithful night while taking in what seemed like a forgotten memory, and letting it reopen a new gateway to reality back in the arms of this spirit who held you so tightly like a precious jewel that would break If handled the wrong way. Surprisingly he was warm to the touch, the smell of old cologne imprinted on him along with those rosy locks grazing against your cheek when his skull lowered down attempting to wash away any bad elements you may have endured back then.

"No, forgive me for thinking you were just a heartless prick. I-I just never imagined I'd see you like this, honestly never."  

A soft crack to your voice indicated the amount of pure joy rising within you, breaking a few diamonds letting them roll freely down your pale cheeks leaving dark patches on his uniform feeling his warm locks caress the delicate skin that was your face. A whole year trying to erase him preventing anymore heartbreak from tearing you apart, now repaid in acts of forgiveness knowing everything he'd done for you wasn't to lead you on...but draw you closer to him. It'd worked, both arms locked around one another, embracing this tender moment he never would have imagined to gain. Those days of loneliness were over, you were here and he would make sure not to lose you again. 

After a few moments he slowly pulled back, his gloved fingers trailing forward sliding against your pale complexion leading down both arms until those soft hands met his. Shades of magenta flickered from the empty sockets, showing tenderness and love flowing through them so gracefully feeling so alive knowing you still remember him after so long being separated from the world, from you, from everyone. It rose question to how one's body ended up at the bottom of a cave, but perhaps that was a mystery left to be "unsolved" for now. 

His hand strayed from your's, gently brushing the upper part of his thumb against one of your eyes wiping away the thin stream of silver that continued to leak with joy. They were tears of happiness yes, however seeing you cry made his heart sink imagining all those years you've spent mourning over his death. You sniffled bearing a smile at the phantom using the other side of your wrist to dry the other feeling layers of fabric from his left glove linking between your fingers, lowering his spare down casually snaking it around your waist pulling you close to him never once tearing that illuminating gaze from you.

The sudden movement caused you to stiffen up, forced to put the other hand on his shoulder still damp with tears followed by a warm afterglow from that broken locket which now sparked with shades of orange n pink slowly mending the cracks each time it pulsed. You were slowly repairing years of regret believe it or not, just by saying his name and accepting eachother's apology for all those weeks doing nothing but crying, shaming, wishing to go back and fix everything for your sake. It took you a moment to realize what was happening, until the ground beneath you gave away lifting your delicate form high into the air with his arms still wrapped tightly around you making sure you wouldn't fall. 

Your first instinct played out with the other arm snaking around Lewis's suit collar, peering down at the floor slowly getting further away the higher he levitated. You had to force yourself to look back at him, locked once again in a loving gaze illuminating from his magenta orbs.

What's going on?

You thought having a difficult time understand this pose he'd graciously locked you in; until you felt the tips of your toes gently lower themselves on top of his crooked boots, suddenly pulled into a slow swaying motion that caused the lightbulb to go off in your mind.

He was dancing with you, the dance you never got due to his sudden disappearance. You always looked at Lewis as one of those guys who'd make a joke out of this kind of thing, guilt-tripping themselves about how he left you there all night waiting for him to show up. But instead he was owning up to it, paying back for the year he'd been missing from your life and returning it over ten folds. He had truly missed your company, the warmth of your arms around him, the smell of your hair illuminating that lovely fragrance he loved to compliment you about, the feeling of your body pressed against him just like so, giving off a wonderful sense of pleasure that soothed his tormented spirit. 


Pausing at the sound of your soft voice breaking the silence, twisting the hand which held your own over allowing to gentle caress the pale complexion of it, he leaned forward so that the very top of his flaming skull was pressed against your forehead. You could feel some of his spiritual locks lick your delicate cheeks, leaving a warm afterglow once they dissipated or bended to accommodate the force blocking their steady flow. 

 Trailing your free hand from his collar, you softly cupped one of his cheekbones. You could almost picture his tannish texture that once covered it, those soft lips just inches away planning to steal a kiss right under your nose flashing one of those childish grins knowing you weren't exactly the playfully type. But he did it anyways just to rill you up, knowing you couldn't stay mad at him forever no matter how many times he teased you. It reminded you of the day you first laid eyes on him, how chipper he seemed talking to a total stranger like you and ended up walking away with your phone number in a ten minute convocation. One of many things you loved about him.

"I missed you..."

Soon as those words left your mouth, you felt a tingling sensation under your palm and forehead like fresh sand seeped through your fingers. A soft texture coating the thick fragments of bones grasping your hand and waist, soon molded itself into a more gentle touch and the warm glow coming from the phantom's locks were replaced with a natural warmth causing your eyes to widen. 

Those flames of rose, had transformed into shades of purple meshing with your own locks of hair. No longer were you caressing his cheekbone, but a soft, fleshy mold that only brought more tears to your eyes upon realizing what'd just happened. With memories no longer buried, and old scars healed by one's forgotten love he'd taken on the human form he once possessed; feeling a sense of comfort and relief knowing you didn't push him away or get angry when you figured out who he really was. The hand grasping your waist lifted itself, wiping the stream of silver delicately from your right eye allowing it to dampen the texture of skin that'd made itself present. 

His hand slid down, cradling the hilt of your chin with his thumb and index finger beaming that familiar smile displaying every amount of happiness flowing through him, hearing those words drip from your lips like honey. You at lost for words seeing his once empty shell, reform itself into the man you'd fallen in love with little over a year ago. Eyes now filled with happiness, a broken locket now mended by your loyalty to still see him as Lewis, and not some decaying corpse like everyone else had labeled him. 

He couldn't contain it any longer, and without hesitation planted his surprisingly warm lips upon your still trembling, delicate ones allowing the last remaining pieces of his broken spirit to be healed by your unconditional love. It was in that moment he understood what had been tormenting him other than being forgotten by those he called friends; it was you....the one thing missing in his life he never got to accomplish. The night you two were suppose to met up he'd planned to confess, to pour our how he truly felt and wanted more than just an extended friendship. But death often came with a terrible price besides memory loss, and that was his lack of empathy for the living. However, you were another story being the only one who remembered, he would make sure never to lose you again and keep you close to his heart even in the afterlife. 

Accepting the liplock you eventually slid both arms around his neck, ignoring the steady flow of silver refusing to stop leaking from your eyes. If you could describe this moment in one sentence, it would be catching a glimpse of heaven itself. You felt his arms protectively wrap around your waist again, giving off a comforting vibe that made you never want to leave his hold. 

After a few moments he broke the kiss, a soft flicker of black and pink aura dancing behind his orbs indicating his still paranormal state. But wither he was human or not his love for you would never change, even if he crossed over. Feeling warm breath wash over your neck he gently brushed his lips along your cheek, finally whispering those little words back to you in a hushed yet still phantom-like tone.

"I missed you too...My precious [Name]."  

If this was all a dream; you wished never to wake up from it. To stay in this fantasy where you were reunited with the man you believed to have vanished from your life completely, yet here you were dancing with him lured by his glowing pupils that were no longer filled with vengeance and hate...but of love and compassion for the person he held dear, and caused his heart to beat ten times faster than before. 

Another liplock formed between you two, deeper and more intimate where for a brief moment it caused Lewis's aura to spark breaking the subconscious form of his human state reveling his ghostly frame once more. But he didn't care, as long as you were with him it didn't matter what form he possessed for you...because no matter what, you loved him either way. As he gently cupped your cheek with his right hand, all amounts of fleshy substance dissipated. A thin trail of orange liquid drizzled from one of his empty sockets. Tears? Yes...tears of joy. 

Dawn would soon break, leaving all ghostly ghouls to retreat back to the darkness of their sleeping chambers. But not Lewis, even if the sunlight were to burn him where he stood his heart would still beat. But this time; it would beat for you.    
Blows the dust off this thing, only to end up choking on the particals. Man I hate how my procrastination always comes back to bite me, after I've put someone off for so long. Or in this case, could not find a decent ending for this piece. I apologize if it's so damn long. ; v ;

I originally started working on this a few weeks after the release of the "Mystery Skulls" animation, since most of the readers I saw invoked Arthur and there was only one Lewis X Reader at the time. Idontknowhowmanymorehavebeenmadesincethenso- xD  Almost five months later, I FINALLY wrap this baby up and can post it to you guys for your entertainment. I may be a little too late though, since I have no idea if the fandom is still on a hype train or not. But none the less, have some fluffy/feels/depressing reader shit with the bara skela-babe-:heart:

Enjoy my darlings.

Note: This reader mostly takes place after the events of The Mystery Gang invading the mansion. Vivi never remembers Lewis and therefore he is still broken and lost without her, but the reader changes that being the first one to remember him other than Arthur. Lewis had a crush on Vivi during the backstory, but eventually his feelings shifted to the reader.

Mystery Skulls/Vivi/Arthur/Mystery/Lewis: (@) MysteryBen27.

Story written by: (@) :iconcloverwolf1:CloverWolf1
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Hi everyone! :la: So, ever since Bartolomeo was introduced in One Piece I wanted to draw him SOOOOOOOOOOOO badly! :squee:

His design is just so epic and his character is even better, what with him being the biggest Straw Hat fan boy ever and an outrageously awesome fighter. :love: In order to finally satisfy my need to draw him I stayed up until 1 AM last night and whipped this pic together. :D I had just as much fun with it as I thought I would. :la: I hope you all like this piece and I can't wait to see more of Bartolomeo! :happybounce:
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From One Piece Corazon....Did you know that Corazón means "Heart" in Spanish?.. Everything suddenly makes sense now... 

I want to make more One Piece Fanart!
But I also want to do more MLP fanart

World's first problems  :iconlazecryplz: 
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Breaking the barricade

The school bell rang suddenly it was like someone’s cut your windpipe. You started trembling; it was the time to face your fears. Being smart and diligent didn’t protect you from bullying; it actually was the reason why you were bullied. Laughter filled the room; everyone was happy, chatting with their friends, on their way to the cafeteria for lunch. When finally the last one left the room, you slowly stood up and made your way out of the class. With every step you made, your heart beat got faster and faster, it almost stopped. Finally you made it out of the classroom and stood in the middle of the hallway. It was empty. A small smile crossed your face.

Big glasses hid your beautiful (e/c) eyes and you wore clothes that were 3 sizes too big for you. Why? If you wore clothes that fit you, the girls started calling you skinny, now they called you a fatty, but you didn't care anymore. You also grew tired of changing your style every now and then just because some bitches complained about it. So you walked down the empty hallway when you heard giggling. The sound grew louder; it was a piercing sound, it felt like someone rammed needles into your auditory canals. Hoping it was just your imagination you slowly turned around.

“My my… look what we have here… the loser tried to hide, huh?” The gang of bitches again, their leader (Name of a girl you don’t like) looked at you and smirked. Everyone started laughing at you. Their voices echoed through the hallway and made you tremble. The first fist hit your stomach, you felt sick and went down, you started choking and tried to catch breath. “…do you really think hiding or running away is an option blimp?” Someone pulled your hair rough and made you like into their eyes, some tears ran down your cheeks but you weren't able to make a sound. “Oh… look she’s crying… buhuhu…” Again they started laughing, you just prayed to the God that never heard you, begging him to have mercy on you.

Suddenly you heard the piercing sound of scissors near your ear. “How would you like us to cut your hair, ugly duckling? Maybe you’ll look less bad.” Again they started laughing at you. “I’m sorry but I lied, you’re a fucking ugly bitch.” There was nothing you could do; they would have no mercy on you. “NO! PLEASE STOP!” Everyone looked shocked at you, for the first time you screamed. “You dump little whore!” Somehow you screamed loud enough to get the attention of some other students, luckily of the only person that cared for you. Your best friends Oliver.

There was only one thing, which the gang of bitches feared more than make-up remover tissues and unwanted pregnancy and that was the gang of boys who kept the school under their control. It seemed that fortune was on your side, because the leader of the boy’s gang was Oliver’s younger brother Al. Even though they were in great danger, they didn't miss the chance you beat you up a little more. You had to fight with yourself not to lose consciousness, when someone picked you up, it wasn't Oliver, because he had a little fight with Al.

“You’re lucky dumb ass, that I’m still owing you a favor…” – “No swearing Al, that’s not how I raised you!” Even though you were half-dead you smiled over their little fight. Actually Al liked you, but he would never admit it. Finally the smell of maple syrup hit your nostrils, you slowly realized you were picked up, but before you could say anything everything turned black before your eyes.

It wasn't like sleeping at all, it was different, you felt light and free, like nothing could touch you. It was warm and save, but someone called you’re name. “______?” After some fails you finally managed to open your eyes. Lavender colored orbs were focusing you, but as soon as he saw that you were awake, he lost the interest. Actually you just hoped he did.

Oliver and you were friends since kindergarten, you could read him like an open book and didn't get why people were afraid of him. He was kind, cheerful and polite, the total opposite of his two brothers Al and Matthew. Even though you really liked Al, he was like a brother for you, he was loud obnoxious and a pervert. Matthew was a quiet and disinterested in almost everything, that’s what you thought. His quiet and distant manner was fascinating. But you would never admit that you had a crush on him. Sometimes you felt like he was watching you, but every time you turned your head, he looked the other way.
“T-Thank you… Matt…” You slowly got up; when you realized that you were lying in HIS bed. Without saying a word, he pinned you down and looked you straight in the eyes. “… You’re not going anywhere. From now on you’re mine; I don’t care if there’s someone you’re in love with, eh.” Before you could respond, he rammed his lips on yours and kissed you rough. Some tears ran down you’re cheeks but he didn't stop, his hands drove over your body and made you shiver.

Your heart started beating faster and faster, suddenly you managed to pull yourself together and pushed him off. “W-What is w-wrong w-with you?!” When your eyes met you froze, his lavender colored orbs were filled with emotions you never saw before. The way he looked at you was different from that way you were used to.  Worries, mixed with love and lust were like aphrodisiacs. With every second that passed, you lost yourself more and more in his eyes.

“Why are you staring at me li-“ Before he could finish the sentence you pulled him into a passionate kiss, you've never felt something like that before. He was quite surprised by your action, but he kissed back and pushed you down into the mattress. “Now there’s no turning back…” There was a huge bump in his pants and he pushed it against you’re vital regions. You whimpered a little but then you smiled. “… okay.” He smirked and took of your glasses. “You don’t need them anymore, eh…” Actually he was right, you always carried a box of contacts with you, but you never dared to wear them, because you liked the protection of your big glasses.

For a moment he froze and blushed. “W-What is wrong…?” You turned your head to the other side and almost started crying, because you though might think you’re ugly.  “You’re beautiful ______.” Now you really thought this whole thing was dream. “No I’m not! I’M FUCKING UGLY! EVERYONE HATES ME!” First you yelled but then you started crying. “AND WHEN WE’RE DONE YOU GONNA LEAVE ME BEHIND! NOT EVEN -” You cried your eyes out.  “Shut up…” It wasn't harsh at all, even though those words were vulgar, he sounded more worried than angry.

He started kissing your neck and then you collarbone. “I want you so fucking bad ______…” You just blushed and bit your under lip. Matthew just ripped up your clothes and threw the rags into a random corner of the room, he was more careful with your underwear, what surprised you. “Why… have you done that?” The blond man sighed and looked at your body, running his fingertips over your soft skin. “You don’t need those clothes, they don’t fit you.” He played with a lock of your silky (h/c) hair and took another look at your naked body. “You’re damn hot girl.”

The blush turned from a soft pink into a deep shade of red when he started sucking on your hard bud, while he teased the other one with his fingertips. “M-Matthew…” You moaned a bit, not daring to make much noise, suddenly he started nibbling on it, you screamed muffled, covering your mouth with your hands.

“Don’t worry, we’re alone, scream as loud as you want.” Again he bit you gently and you screamed once more. All those feelings were new and overwhelming, you got wetter and wetter. He kissed your stomach down to your lady parts, then he started licking your clit. You clinched into the sheets and blushed again. “I-it feels so good.” With every move his tongue made, your moans got louder, the Canadian grinned and plunged his fingers into you, stretching and teasing your insides.

“M-Matt...  please… I can’t stand it anymore… I want you…” He chuckled and looked at you. “Dirty little girl, eh.” But he was craving for you and it didn't take long till he was undressed and placing his member at your entrance. “Ready?” You just nodded, he pushed himself into you, it hurt as hell and you started sobbing again. “It’ll be better soon.” Gladly he gave you some time to adjust and then you whispered, he could move and he did. The feeling was indescribable.

Your legs trembled as you wrapped them around his hips. Matthew starting kissing and biting your neck, then he gave you a French kiss, which only made you hornier. He broke the kiss and panted while you moaned loud. “Oh good… this is so good…” Now you regretted it a little that you didn't confess him your feelings earlier.  “Say my name.” He whispered in a husky voice before he nibbled on your earlobe. “M-Matthew…”
To your disappointment he moved slower. “ Didn't hear that.” – “Matthew.” He moved a little bit faster, but not fast enough, you were close to reaching the climax. “Louder.” When you finally managed to scream his name, he started thrusting into you fast, deep and hard. You’re lustful screams were so loud, that everyone in the house could hear them, he lied to you, you weren't alone. “Fuck… _____ I’m cumming.”  Just a few moments after he said it, he came into you.

When he was done, he lay down next to you and caressed you. “I love you ____” You blushed and smiled. “I love you too Matthew…”

--- Time Skip ---

“Do you really think these clothes fit me?” You were a bit nervous about these. “Yep, you’re drop dead gorgeous.” There was the dirty smirk you loved so much. Looking into the mirror for a while, you became more and more comfortable with your new style. A dark skirt and a hoodie with a maple leaf, long dark grey socks and (favorite color) chucks. You looked like different person; you even wore the contacts for the first time. They clothes were supposed to be your birthday present, but now you needed something to wear.  “Let’s go downstairs I’m hungry.”

“Yeah, let’s go.” Matthew took your hand and smiled slightly but when he opened the door he froze in terror and walked back into the room, hiding you behind his back.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY PRECIOUS LITTLE POPPET YOU MONSTER?!” Oliver’s face was red, his eyes were full of anger and he held a knife in his hand. At first you were scared of him, but then you saw he was wearing a pink apron with white ruffles and it looked more ridicules than scary. You started chuckling and both men looked surprised at you. “Why are you laughing poppet?” All the anger seemed to be ended up in smoke, because Oliver looked at you surprised. “You look hilarious Ollie… a-and… h-he… didn't hurt me… I…” Now that was hard to explain.

“They had sex.” Al walked by and grinned. “You’re pretty noisy in bed _____.” – “Don’t you dare saying something like that to a lady!” Now Al had to run for his life. Matthew just looked at you confused then both of you started laughing.
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Another Hetalia FF. I really love the 2P!s :happybounce: I hope I didn't mess up things again :meow:
And I really hope you enjoy reading this story, please comment if you like it! :la:
Maybe I'll writte more of those Nerd!Reader ; Chubby!Reader thingys in the future, because DA needs more of them.

Anyway ~ :dummy:

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Camping~ 2P! Matt X Reader

So, I love to use Matt, because he’s so malleable to use in stories. Don’t worry, this is just a faze, so hold your socks. But hey, at least it’s a lemon!


   You sat on the edge of the log, eyes flicking back and forth between the shadows as the night held you captive. An owl hoot or a twig snap made you jump, getting closer to the fire in fear. It wasn’t that nature or the darkness scared you, it was what your friend Evee scared you with earlier in the week about.

“Don’t go into the woods ______. Slenderman will get you!!” She noodle armed you, before laughing at your ridiculous face.

“Slenderman?...”  You had asked, not liking where the subject was going.

“Yes, the very tall, sharp, and evil demonic creature that stalks people in the woods and rapes them before staking them to trees and eating their souls!” She grinned evily, manipulating your overly active imagination to scare the crap out of you. Even if it wasn’t true, it scared the heck out of your socks. And it didn’t help that-


Your head turned slowly past the tent, pupils dilated and shaking slightly. It was closer this time, and shivers were climbing your back.
‘Oh no.’ You thought. ‘He really does exist!’

About to charge off into the tent, a broad shouldered man appeared with an axe, covered in shadows and chuckling in a creepy way.

“AHHHHHHHH!!!!” You screamed, tossing the bag of marshmallows beside you at his face. He just stood there, letting the plastic bag slide down to his feet.

“…..Seriously______?? When Evee said she scared you with that story, I didn’t believe it would effect you this badly.” Matt shook his head. “If you were this terrified of the woods, I wouldn’t have taken you!”

Oh, it was just your boyfriend….Opps.
Matt threw down the axe, hefting some logs over to the tent for later as his large muscles rippled under his shirt. The Canadian had offered a camping trip for the weekend, and not wanting to seem weak, you took it up. But once night had fallen, you were scared to leave the safety of the fire.

“I didn’t want to waste a weekend from you, even if I was scared.” You pouted, crossing your arms and staring at a twig by your foot. He came around and slide beside you, pulling you close to him. You sighed, enjoying the smell of pine and smoke as the fire crackled.

“Yep, you’re my little trooper.” He grunted, kissing your head softly. His dark violet eyes scoured the darkness, an ever vigilant glint in them. He would have brought Kumo, but he injured his paw messing around with a porcupine the other day. Not that he was afraid or anything, he just always came prepared for the worst.

“It’s so nice out here.” You cooed, snuggling under his arm affectionately. He nodded, acting all professional and stuff. Like usual. A few hours more and you were just about to fall asleep right there. It felt good to unwind and relax, not bothered by everyone around you. So nice…

“_____, lean anymore and you’ll be on the ground.” Matt warned, trying to tilt you up. It wasn’t working, so he pushed you off the log a safe distance away from the flames. With a dull thud, you fell onto some twigs, letting a few curses leave your mouth. Glaring at your boyfriend’s sneer, you got up with a humph and went into the tent.

Deciding it was time to turn in, he doused the fire and stomped out the coals, giving the darkened woods one last glance before following after you. On a sleeping bag covered mattress, you had snuggled in with the pillows, trying to block out the ever growing silence. Other then an occasional natural sound, it soon faded into a deafening pool of nothing.

Feeling the mattress tilt, you felt Matt pull you close to him, breathing lightly in your ear. You felt shivers roll down your back and his hands went south, a primal growl in his throat.

“M-mattie.” You whined, a dark blush painting your cheeks. Of course, this was his plan all along. To get you trapped out in the freakin woods all alone. Great….
He nipped your neck, evicting a moan that made your lower stomach throb. Pulling you under him, he pulled you back against him, his fingers tracing around in your shorts. The tent grew hot, and your eyes were shut in total ecstasy. Oh who cares any more!

“Be good, my ______.” He chimed in your ear as your pants went down, Matt reared up on you and pinning your front half into the covers. He eased into you, already slick enough to fit him. Even though it had been sometime, it didn’t hurt at all, a low groan catching in you chest. He grinned, before ramming into you harshly. You screamed, enjoying every second of it as he continued.

Leaning more up on your knees, it felt even better and made it easier for him to get all the way inside. Within only seconds of getting back at it, you came, a rush of air escaping your lungs as he shot into you.

“That’s my girl.” Matt said, yanking out and flopping onto his back beside you. Now extremely tired, you crawled over to him, laying half on him as he pulled you closer. His arms wrapped around you protectively, possessive in the least.

As you were about to retaliate at being jumped, the sound of a branch snapping made you cling to Matt in fear. Your boyfriend just laughed, bonking your forehead slightly.

“____, for the last time, there is no Slenderman. As if a pasty string bean of a man lived out in the woods and survived without a face. Really, its nothing to worry about.” He smirked. “And I’d kick his ass all the way to Russia if I had to.”

You shook your thoughts away as you kissed him goodnight, snuggling into his strong arms and wishing for this everyday.


A few trees away, a tall man stood alone, hearing the man’s words from the contraption humans called a ‘tent.’ He flicked his tentacles in a tantrum, anger seething beneath his suit.
“How dare that man call me pasty. Im perfectly white, and nothing less!” He growled, before having a hand lay on his arm. He looked down at the younger man beside him, practically twitching in rage.
“Lay off him Slendy. He’s just protecting his mate.” The black haired one said, his dark eyes staring off unblinkingly. “Lets just leave. We have to check in with Evee anyway. We’re late.”
“Alright Jeff.” Slenderman turned, before looking back. “Hmmph. String bean my ass. He could put on more weight himself. Trying to be all buff and shiz.” He mumbled, the pair triasping off into the shadows…
Haha! Another Lemon in only two days, or so.
Im so happy!!!!

And since Im almost to 100 watchers, there will be something special coming, I just dont know yet. You guys have to give me ideas!!

Anyways loves to you all!! :3

Story and Evee(C) Me
You (C) Matt
Hetalia or Creepypasta (C) Not me!
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•I know I tricked many people by posting my last fake hetalia x reader lemon fanfic. I promise this time it's real. I fooled so many and decided to actually make one. 
Thank you.
~ shadowlover-link** 
-You were laying on your sofa watching [fav show.] when you received a text message from America saying:
Yo _____! We're having an emergency meeting. You have to be here by 9:00.
-It must have been very important if you all had to come to the meeting room so late. With a couple of minutes until 9:00 pm you quickly changed into some comfortable clothing knowing that you'll be at the meeting for quite some time.
-While driving to the meeting your mind kept flooding with images of every country you knew. That's what made world meetings hard for you. Having all those sexy countries surrounding you for hours was just agonizing. You couldn't helped yourself, you liked them all. You just wanted today's meeting to pass by quickly before you start to fantasize.
-When you reached the meeting area you quickly started to run to the door and ran in opening the door.
"Sorry I'm late. I just-" you finally looked around to find the room dark. Not able to find the light switch or hear any voices you became confused.
"Anyone in here?" you yelled out. You thought you were in the wrong room.
-Without warning a pair of hands covered your mouth while another pair held your arms back making it impossible to fight back. The more you struggled the less likely you would escape. You then felt a thin cloth wrap around your eyes and another around your wrists.
-You could feel someone gently pick you up and place you on a table or flat surface of some sort.
"Let me go!" you yelled with anger and fear. You were beginning to worry about the safety of the other countries.
"Shh...everything is going to be ok." you heard a familiar voice say as the person placed a slim finger against your lips.
"We promise to untie you if you do not escape." another familiar voice said not to far from the other.
-There was a short period of silence as you were heavily breathing then finally gave in to them.
"....ok." you said in a whisper.
-You could feel the cloth coming of your wrists. When the other cloth on your face came off what you saw around you was a complete surprise. 
-Each and every country were quietly sitting in their chairs but most in the most arousing attire. All eyes seemed to be on you  as you were in the middle of the table. You were completely confused at what was going on and questionably looked at America since he was the one you told you to come.
"Surprised?" England said with a smirk as he sat across from you in his nurse outfit.
"W-what?.....I-I don't understand..." you stuttered with a slight blush spreading on your face.
"We want you _____." France said with a purr as he sat naked in his chair.
"That's the reason I brought you here." America said with a smile. He had on his police uniform. 
"Don't you want us too?" Prussia asked as he looked up at you with lust in eyes.
-This was just too confusing you thought in you head. You felt very faint at the moment and nearly passed out before England lifted you up and placed you on a chair.
"Let the nurse check you." England said as he in buttoned your shirt. "This should help you breathe more easily" he said with a smirk.
"Don't worry. We'll take good care of you." Spain whispered in your ear as he gave it a slight lick.
"Oh no. It looks like your getting really hot. Let me take care of that."Lithuania said sweetly as he quickly took all your clothing off leaving you only in panties a bra.
"th-thank you..." you said softly.
-You were completely red with ecstasy as your body was giving into their hands while your mind was fighting back at what you should do. You body won this round as heat started to build up in your lower regions.
-Somehow you ended up on the floor with Italy giving you small butterfly kisses on your chest. You could feel him slightly nipping at your soft skin leaving small red marks on your perfect skin.
-You were then engulfed in the soft lips of America as his expert tongue explored every inch of your warm wet cavern. You couldn't deny the way his tongue lead yours and the way they both intertwined. Maybe America picked up a few tricks from France.
-It wasn't long before you were crying for sweet release. You could feel it all building up and you just wanted to cum and get all the pain over with.
-Austria noticed your pain and gave a slight smirk as he lifted your chin up towards him.
"You know pianist have trained fingers." he said with a sadistic smile as he slightly rubbed you through your soaking wet panties.
"Mnm..." was all you could get out before one of  Austria's fingers went deep into you.
-You were in complete ecstasy as he forced 2 more fingers into you causing unbearable pain to shoot through you. He surely did have some trained fingers since he kept hitting you in the right spot square on. With one more thrust you came onto his fingers as you gave out a lust filled cry.
-Trying to catch your breath you looked up to see the lust filled glances of all the countries. You would have never imagined this to happen to you. 
"Why don't we start putting something bigger in you?" Russia asked with his usual sweet smile. "You know my nose isn't the only big thing." he said cutely.
-With the help of Japan Russia was able to take off your panties and discard them somewhere far off. You found it amazingly sexy the way Japan helped Russia undress as he prepared himself for you.
-Russia placed you on his lap as he started to tease you a little by rubbing your breast. You suddenly felt a sharp pain run through you as Russia's large erection was in all the way. He didn't give you the chance to get use to it as he  started to thrust fast and hard into you. 
-Some of the other countries who felt like they didn't get anything with you decided to have the fun of having you suck them off. France started this by grabbing a chair and sitting in front of you and Russia, forcing his cock to your lips. You gladly opened your mouth and let it in as you licked him from the base to the tip. Before you knew it you had the Baltics forcing their cocks to you. 
-This was just too much. You were completely exhausted and out of breath  as Russia came inside you without warning. You were a wet mess of sweat and cum (some of it yours and the rest from the other countries.
-Just when you thought you were to drift into nothingness you noticed one of the strangest things... A unicorn farting sparkly rainbows was next to you. "Wake up ____!" you heard him say.
-You opened your eyes and found yourself sitting in the conference room with the other countries going you confused glances.
"Huh?" you asked rubbing your head.
"You've been asleep the whole meeting." Germany said somewhat angry as he and the other countries gathered their things.
"Well I'm having a party at my house. All countries invited!" America yelled for everyone to hear.
"Orgy!Orgy!Orgy!Orgy!" Prussia chanted as he and the other countries left the room.
-You on the other hand were as confused as could be...
Why did I do this....
Well I tricked so many people and decided to repay them with an sanctuary hetalia x reader lemon. I am sorry for the lack I any other countries and at the horrible story. I do t write lemons so this was kind of hard.
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2p!England X Reader ~ Prey ~ LEMON

Those eyes seemed to pierce right through you, the bright blue and swirling pink burned into your retinas. Even in the second of darkness after you blink they still stared at you. Resolutely with possession, his eyes burned his claim into you.

You were his, and you couldn’t argue any differently. Not with the way he tenaciously cupped a bare breast. A whimper shamelessly echoed through the room as he rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The whimper soon turned into a moan as he lowered his mouth around the other nipple.

Slivers of pleasure spread out from your breasts, the area between your legs getting uncomfortably hot. Your hands weaved through his hair and tugged him upwards to seal your lips against his.

With the searing kiss, you fused not only your lips but your heart and soul to his. He slid a slender finger between your drenched folds, you pulled away to gasp as he slid a flinger past your sensitive button, brushing it slightly, and slipped it into your entrance.

He gave a predatory smirk as he prodded your sodden walls leaving you gasping.


Another joined after you moaned his name and he began scissoring the tight walls of flesh.  Oliver was all that you had, especially after your friends abandoned you for your relationship with Oliver. They spread lies that he was abusive and manipulating you.

He loved you and you couldn’t live without him. The choice was clear even when you calmly told your friends to never talk to you again.

He slid his slender fingers out before you reached your completion; you gave a small pout as he simply giggled.

He perched over you, his member fully erect before he slipped it into you. Your hands clenched his shoulders as he started moving.


You moan shamelessly as his stiff rod rubbed the walls your sensitive vagina. He nipped your neck harshly, leaving a dark bruise, to claim what was his.

With each thrust the rope that had started when he had fingered you, wrapped around you tighter and tighter leaving you sobbing at the crushing pleasure.

With a grunt he released his hot seed into you as the tightening rope snapped, blurring your vision with white.

He pressed a kiss to the bruise on your neck before pulling away.  He curled into the bed as he pulled you into his chest.

"You're mine and I'll kill anyone who tries to take you away.
I found this lurking on my computer so I decided to finish it and post it to :icon2paphreaderinsert:'s contest.
Hopefully I haven't missed the deadline,it's not October 1st yet here.
I would like to say that this is my first time writing 2p Hetalia so do bear with me.
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A/N; So, I decided to write this lemon, MY WAY. I repeat, MY WAY. and "My way" consists of being.. well.. VERY descriptive.. so expect for me to be as DESCRIPTIVE as possible when the lemon comes in.. If you can handle hot, sweaty, slick, glistening fluids, and a sexy iggy, then continue on. Hope you enjoy my lemon.. ;A ; I LOVE YOU<3 I hope you love me too.. ;A ;"


Ever since you started attending the world meetings as a new country by the name of ______, you've slowly started to get to know some countries and got along with them quite well.

Except for England.

You loved their culture, the thing that bothered you was Arthur. He's just always so cranky, what was his problem anyways? He would tease you, you would tease him, sometimes you'd slap him whenever he pissed you off, and sometimes he'd push you away whenever he got annoyed with you. It's like you were a female version of Francis. But whatever.

Another day of arguing at the world meeting. Lovely.

You were just a simple girl. Or that's what others thought. Deep down, you're just some crazy ass, weird, awkward, and just Weird type of girl. You were way more down to earth than the others, but you worked hard, you didn't really give a shit about what others thought of you, if someone messes with you or someone you care for, then you'd kick their ass.

But ever since you met Arthur, you pushed down your walls, and just showed everyone the true you instead of being fancy and such.

"Can you guys stop fighting? You both look pathetic.." Ludwig frowned as you and Arthur started to cuss at each other and giving each other death threats. You both turned around to face Ludwig, "SHUT UP WERE BUSY HERE!" You both said in unison, then looked at each other, "SHUT UP YOU POSER STOP COPYING ME!" You yelled at the British man and poked his chest. "STOP TOUCHING ME YOU PATHETIC BLOODY GIT!" He pushed you away and stepped on your foot. Even if it didn't hurt, shit was about to hit the fan.

"Oh hell no. You sir, have just unleashed the KRAKKEN!" You screamed tackling him to the carpet, pinning down his wrists, and straddling his hips. "THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU FREAKIN' TOUCH ME YOU BLOODY BRITISH FREAK." You grab him by the neck and start choking him and hitting his head on the floor.

"HEY STOP ZHAT RIGHT NOW!" Ludwig grabbed your hips and attempted to pull you away from Arthur. "NO! THIS FUCKING IDIOT DOESN'T DARE TOUCH ME WITH HIS DIRTY HANDS AND JUST PUSHES ME LIKE WHAT THE HELL!?" You screamed keeping your grip tight on his neck. "GET OFF ME YOU TWAT MUFFIN!" Arthur screeched as he tried to latch off your fingers off his neck.

Finally you let go, falling on the floor with Ludwig. "That's enough Fraulein, don't ever do zhat again or ve vill have to punish you." Ludwig frowned, you simply crossed your arms and stood up. "Don't ever fucking push me again." You muttered at Arthur on the floor and sat back down. And waited for the meeting to finish.

- Time skip. -

"What the hell..?" You woke up and noticed you had fallen asleep during the meeting.

"Was it really that boring..?" You sighed, and lifted your head up. The meeting room was now dark.. Could it be..?


You saw Arthur waking up as well, he was only a few seats away. "Where the bloody hell did everyone go?" You heard Arthur groan, he then turned around. His eyes widened as well as yours. "The fuck are you lookin' at rich kid?" You snarled. "Oh shut up, wait.." He quickly got up and looked out the window.

"______, you are aware that it is night time right..?" He looked over to you with a worried look on his face. "What?!" You ran towards the double doors of the meeting room and attempted to open. "They're locked.." You muttered towards Arthur. "No! That's impossible!" He gasped and ran over to you and attempted to open the doors himself. It was no use. You were both locked inside. Both. Of. You.

"T-They.." You finished Arthur's sentence, "Locked us H-here.." You shuddered, finally pressing your back against the door and sliding down. Arthur did the same. "What are we going to do?" Arthur gasped as he put his hands on his face in frustration. "I call dibs on the desk. I'm sleeping there." You shrugged and yawned. "You just woke up.. there is now way you can go back to sleep when you just finished a nap.." He muttered. "Yeah, I know but i'm calling dibs for later you idiot.." You scoffed, and rolled your eyes at him. The only light source you had was the slight white light from the gleaming moon coming from the windows with blinds.

You sighed and crossed your arms and pressed them against your chest. "I'm bored." You sighed. "Wanna play tic tac toe?" You grinned sheepishly. "What kind of stupid idea is that? Tic Tac Toe, while we are stuck in here for the rest of the night? Are you really that pathetic?" Arthur raised an eyebrow at you. "Shut up bushy brows.. you're just grumpy cause you can't get laid.." You scoffed at him and pushed his shoulder away playfully.

"And you're desperate for attention because nobody loves you." He scoffed back and moved your hands away. But deep down, you were able to develop a crush on the Brit, you just loved how he was usually grumpy, it was adorable. "Nobody loves me? Bitch please, Everyone loves me." You chuckled and poked his cheeks. "Whatever." He looked away and got up and started to pace. "We should break a window.." He mutters. "No, that's a stupid idea, besides it'll get colder in here if you do it, and i'm actually having fun staying here." You grinned cheekily. He sighed, "We can't break the window anyways.. we'd get into trouble.." He then went to a chair and sat down. "Wait. You're having fun? Are you that stupid?" Arthur scoffed as he stared at you.

"Excuse me? I'm not the one who's stupid. You're the one who decided to copy me and take a nap, stupid poser. You can't just blame me, i'm a girl!" You crossed your arms and walked up to his face. "Get away from my face, and since you're violent, I doubt you're even a girl!" Arthur then stood up and walked away as he attempted to avoid you. "I don't give a crap if you think i'm a guy, at least I know how to take shit like a man and not be a freakin' wuss you little shit." You scoffed back, continuing to follow him. "Stop following me, you're being childish and completely pathetic you bloody git!" He then turned around and pushed you away. "What the hell did I tell you about pushing me?" You then pushed him towards the large table and pinned his hands on the edge of the table as you leaned into his face. "GET AWAY FROM ME YOU STUPID GIRL!" He then turned you around, and pinned you down onto the table.

His emerald green eyes widened at the close proximity you were between each other's faces. Your eye twitched, your heart told you to kiss him, but your head told you not to do it.

'Come on... just lean in slowly and peck him right on the lips! Why is it so hard..' You thought to yourself as you felt time slowing down.

"W-wha-" Before you could finish your shaky lips were soon caught by Arthur's. You were both nervous, but knew deep down you both wanted this for so long. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a deeper kiss. You groaned in satisfaction as his tongue traced your lips as you both kissed. Soon enough, the tension and heat in the room grew, you wrapped your legs around his waist and starting grinding against his erection. He groaned at every grinding movement you made in between your kisses. He then started to remove his coat, along with his dress shirt and hit tie. You began to rip open your vest and your white blouse. He saw that you needed help removing the skirt, he ripped it in half and threw it off, lust taking control over both of you.

He then proceeded to rip your bra off, only leaving your panties on. He leaned down towards your exposed mounds of flesh, lightly biting on your nipple then continued on softly sucking on it. You groaned in his ear, grasping tightly to his messy blond locks of hair whilst your removed his pants with your spare hand. He then helped you by pulling down his briefs, then yanking off your panties, before rubbing his member against your already soaking wet slit. Once he was fully prepared, he slowly slid his pulsing member in, pain slowly kicked in, making you wince slightly. As he noticed your wince, he pulled you close and kissed away the pain to keep you calm.

Suddenly pure lust and ecstasy began mixing in with the small amount of pain that was left, soon the pain melted away only being replaced by pure rapture. You let out a deep moan, feeling his pulsing member throb wildly inside you. As he noticed, he began his thrusting, going slow and steady to begin.

After each thrust, his pace and strength began to pace faster, driving deeper into your wanting core. You held onto his neck and brought his lips down to yours and bit his lower lip hard, receiving a moan from Arthur. You let go, his lips then trailed down towards your neck, he began leaving lovebites, not leaving any section of your flesh unattended.
You let out a long moan into his ear, as you listened closing to his panting near your ears, the moans and groans coming from you triggered him to slam harder into you, his balls slapping against your skin as his slick member slid in and out rapidly. "F-Fuck.. Arthur.." You managed to moan out warning him that you were near climaxing, he simply nodded. Your tight and warm feeling in your stomach grew stronger. "A-Arthur take me!" You managed to gasp, finally releasing your fluids, mixing yours with his. You leaned your head on his shoulder, bodies fully tired and glistening with sweat under the light coming from the windows. "I love you, don't ever forget that, and i'm willing to make you mine any time." Arthur smirked as he spoke. "And all of me, is just for you~" You smirked back. Finally falling into a deep slumber on the desk without any worries.

- Extended Ending -

"Kesesese~ I got it all on tape.. Ahhh. I got to finish mein self off at the same time vith zhem.. Woo.." Gilbert smirked from the bushes as he zipped up his zipper, and put away his video camera, and walked home.
I tried hard. I thought this was kinda hot.. don't get me wrong, i'm willing to get screwed by iggy anytime. c;

Music used for inspiration ;
Tesla Boy - Electric Lady
Crystal Castles - Baptism

FunFact; I tend to listen to fast paced music when I write a sex scene.. LOL.
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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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Zero’s POV…

When I entered my room, I smiled to myself. My lips were still tingling from the kiss with____. I was content with everything, and for now, I could push aside the fact that us being together wasn’t safe.

I took a shower and got ready for bed. Today was tiring, as it usually is being on the disciplinary committee, so it didn’t take long for me to fall asleep. My last thought, before I drifted off, was ____.


Next Day…

I woke up and got ready to go to class. I decided that I would walk ____ to class again, and maybe even kiss her again. The thought made me smile; however, when I arrived at ____’s door, there was no answer. I knocked again, still no answer. I turned the knob on her door and entered her room to find that it was empty.

“____,” I called, trying my luck. Just then, another scent hit me. It was the scent of a Pureblood vampire.

My heart jumped into my throat at that and I started searching ____'s room frantically, Bloody Rose drawn. I knew that the pureblood who'd come in was gone, but there was still the possibility that my...girlfriend could still be around. However, as anticipated, she was not there, though her scent was faint in the room which let me know that she'd been taken not too soon after I'd left.

I felt upset with myself. How hadn't I sensed a freaking pureblood vampire hiding inside of ____'s bedroom when I'd been standing right there?! The bastard must have been masking his scent until I left, I mused. Even so, what would a random vampire want with her? A pureblood no less?

Whatever the reason, the bloodsucker wasn't about to get away with stealing someone precious to me.

I headed to the headmaster’s office in a full sprint to tell him about what I had just found out. Upon entering, however, I saw Kuran and Master Yagari already there. “Zero...” whispered Cross in a solemn voice.

“If everyone’s here, then you all must know what happened. ____ was taken wasn’t she?” I asked, anger beginning to boil inside of me.

“Yes,” answered Cross. "Also, the vampire appears to be a Pureblood.”

“The amusing thing is that this vampire didn’t even try to mask his scent. He just took ____ and left all kinds of clues to point out his identity and location. I don’t know if it’s a trap or if this guy is really that stupid,” said Master who was barely suppressing a grin.

“The kidnapping was not well planned out. I don’t think that this vampire has set a trap for us. Being an amateur, he’s likely to still be hiding out in the spot that he presumes to be safe,” Kuran added.

“Kaname's right,” Cross said. “It won't be difficult to track this person down, but it will take a few hours at most. Until then, everyone go about the day normally. We don't want to cause an uproar among the day class or the night class." With that, everyone split up. I didn't want to go to class though, so instead I headed towards the stables.

Once arriving at my destination, I picked up a brush used for brushing horses' manes on my way into White Lily's stable. As she game into view, her head snapped up, ready to threaten any intruder who dared come into her space. Upon seeing me though, she noticeably became less hostile and more friendly.

I smiled at Lily, amused by how she'd reacted. For whatever reason, I was the only person she was kind to and allowed to touch, ride, and feed her without being given a hard time. Admittedly, it was a pleasant feeling to know that I was liked, horse or no.

"Miss me?" I asked the horse, a small smile on my face as I brushed her white, long and beautiful mane. I didn't expect an actual answer of course, but strangely enough, I found it comforting to speak to Lily. I could tell her anything and not worry about it being repeated, especially when I talked with her about my life as a...a vampire.

Right now though, the only thing, the only person on my mind was ____.

Of course, I was worried about her well-being, but I couldn't help but wonder from which angle that was. Even though she and I were dating, there was still the question of whether or not I loved her. After all, I had spent the majority of my life thinking that I had romantic feelings towards Yuki, so to suddenly start thinking of someone else in that way...

When ____ and I kissed, I definitely felt something beyond pure lust and adolescent hormones. My heart would pound and as I held her, the world would fade away. All of the problems that constantly nagged at me would become silent, and I could think of nothing else, no one else but her. Just the mere thought of something happening to her made me want to embrace her and never let her go.

Maybe it was love...?


At around midnight, the four of us arrived at a broken down house. The gate in the front was hanging off of its hinges and the windows were boarded up. “This looks like the place,” Yagari remarked.

“It does look the part,” agreed Cross.

I didn’t care what it looked like, I just wanted to save ____. Suddenly, a scream wrung out, sending us all running into action. Yagari kicked the thick, wooden door open and we all scattered inside. Seconds later, the scent of blood hit our noses. It was ____’s blood.
I rushed ahead of everyone and ran down the long corridors, hoping and praying, to whoever was listening, that I would get there to save her in time.

I finally arrived at the door that she was being held captive in and kicked it in. Quickly running down the few steps to the attic, I saw ____ chained to a wall with her hands bound behind her back. To the side of her was a blond haired vampire with hazel eyes. He looked about my age, but you couldn’t really know for sure with vampires.

He looked shocked because of the sudden entrance, but I my attention was on the whip in his hand. It had ____’s blood on it.

Immediately, I whipped out Bloody Rose and aimed it at the pureblood bastard’s head. I was about to pull the trigger when Kaname stopped me. “Don’t Zero, we need to ask him a few questions,” he said. I frowned and glared daggers before I put the gun away.

Kaname seemed pleased. He turned to face the blond guy and started asking him questions. “Why did you kidnap ____?”

The guy smiled, slowly turning as he stood to face Kaname. “Oh, that was an honest mistake. I meant to kidnap the Cross girl, but as you can see, the description of her wasn’t quite correct.” I snorted. Was this guy serious?

“Why were you after Yuki?” Kaname asked, eyes narrowing a bit.

The blond vampire smiled at his reaction before he spoke again. “I thought to use her as bait in order to lure you here, but it seems that that wasn’t necessary.”

Suddenly, the guy reached behind himself and grabbed a sword, pulling it out of his sheath. It looked like ____’s. A moment later, the sword proved who it belonged to when an electric charge shocked the vampire's hand. Only hunter made weapons caused that sort of reaction when held by creatures of the night.

The blond idiot cried out in pain, but ran towards Kaname with the blade pointing at him, anyway. Poor fool didn’t even make it within five feet of his target before he was thrown against the wall to the left side of the room. I stopped paying attention after that. Now that blondy was out of the way, I could get to ____. I kneeled before and called her name. She didn’t look up. I called her again, this time tilting her chin up.

She had her eyes closed tight.

“Look at me,” I whispered, tender concern in my voice. Something was wrong, ____’s aura seemed different.

She shook her head, tears sliding down her cheeks. “Please...” I whispered, my tone even more gentle than before. For a moment, ____ just kept her eyes closed, but slowly she started to open them. When she fully opened her eyes, I saw that they were crimson, the color signalling bloodlust.

I froze.


Your P.O.V…

You saw Zero’s face change from one of concern to shock. “Zero...,” you croaked, tears running down your cheeks.

“____, are you a…” He didn’t finish the sentence, but you knew what he was asking.

“Yes,” you answered, swallowing thickly. Zero’s facial expression changed to one of sadness.

In that moment, you wanted to hold him, but your arms were still bound behind your back. “Zero…”you whispered again, trying to get his attention. He looked at you sadly and cupped your cheek with his hand. A tear landed on his palm.

“I’ll be fine, okay?” you reassured, but he continued to look at you sadly. “I’ll get you out of the chains.”

Removing his hand from your cheek, he walked behind you. You dropped your gaze back to the ground, allowing the tears you could no longer hold back to fall.

When you had been bitten by Dimitri, you couldn’t believe that you were really a vampire, but looking into Zero’s anguished eyes, you knew that this was all real. The only good thing about this was that you knew Zero didn’t hate you now. That lightened your mood a little, that is, until a giant wave of bloodlust came over you.

Right before you screamed in agony, your arms were released from their shackles. Immediately, you clutched yourself tightly, as if this would somehow make the pain stop.
Zero was at your side, quickly. “____” he said in a concerned voice. You could only gasp in pain, as a response. This was too much! The pain was absolutely unbearable. Is this really what Zero goes through? You wondered.

Another voice was heard, next to you. “Zero, let me take it from here” said the voice that you now recognized as Kaname’s.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to let her drink your blood” said Zero, obviously angered by this “no way.”

“Would you rather let her suffer?” asked Kaname in that same calm voice that he always used. Zero was silent. You understood that he didn’t want you to drink blood and be a vampire, but you knew that he also didn’t want you to suffer.

In the end, Zero acquiesced. As someone who suffered from the affects of bloodlust and had deep feelings for you, he didn’t want you to continue on in agony and nodded for Kaname to let you drink. Zero rose to walk far from the pureblood, knowing that the scent of the his sinfully delicious blood would overwhelm him if he remained too close up.

He stood on the other side of the wall and watched you with despair and grief in his features. Briefly, your eyes shifted to Dimitri who was knocked unconscious and tied up, before they went back to Zero.

“Please, don’t look,” you said, loud enough so that your beloved would hear. He nodded solemnly then turned around.

You took in a shaky breath, eyes shifting to Kaname’s neck. Momentarily, you were in a trance and in awe of the bare skin. It looked so vulnerable and unmarred, causing a predatory lust inside of you to present itself. You hooked your arms under Kaname’s shoulder blades and held tightly onto his shirt.

You moved in really close to his neck and ran your tongue over the soft and delicate pale, skin. You repeated this three times before your fangs extended and you sunk your fangs, deeply, into Kaname’s neck.


The delicious blood that poured into your mouth, nearly, drove you insane. It was complete and utter bliss. You drunk deeply and rapidly, trying to suck out as much of the wondrous blood that you could. After a while of drinking, your sanity began to return and you realized what you were doing.

With more effort than you liked, you pulled away from Kaname’s neck, licking the blood off of your lips and fangs. “Are you okay, now?” he asked, his bite wound already beginning to heal.

“Y-Yes," you stuttered, bangs covering your eyes and a blush painting your cheeks.

You couldn’t believe the feeling’s that you’d just had towards the pureblood. For a moment, you’d wanted to…no! you shouted inside you head. Those feelings came because of the bloodlust. Besides, you loved Zero.

Kaname helped you stand and you thanked him, walking over to Zero soon after. He turned to face you before pulling you into his embrace. You embraced him back, holding onto him tightly to reassure him that you were alright. You two eventually pulled away from another, however, when you realized that something still had to be done.

Walking over to Dimitri, you knelt down and moved towards his neck, making sure that you bit down harshly and painfully.

He groaned in pain as you drank his blood, draining him of every last drop that he had. This process was necessary, in order for a level D vampire to live longer and not turn into a Level E. Even after all that happened happened, you still couldn't help but feel slight pity towards the foolish vampire.

Dimitri turned to dust once the deed was done, and you wiped your lips clear of his blood, standing up from your crouching position in the process.

You could feel the power of Kaname’s blood and Dimitri’s pumping through your veins which made you tingle all over. “Are you alright?” asked Yagari, regarding you carefully. “Yes, I just feel…different” you whispered.

“Dimitri, the pureblood here, told Yagari and I that he wanted to kill Kaname for humiliating his family. He’d held a grudge with the Kuran clan for quite some time actually, which is what led him to do this,” said Cross, staring at you, sadly.

You nodded slowly, still in a bit of a daze from drinking so much pure blood in such a short time. “We should go, now. I don’t want to stay here any longer than I have to.”


That Night…

Cross invited you and Kaname to come to his in school home for dinner tonight, a late dinner though it may be. He'd explained that it would be best to tell Yuki about you becoming a vampire. You already knew how she would react. The girl would no doubt burst into tears and hug you tightly, promising to stay your friend no matter what. The thought made you smile.

Kaname knocked on the door to Cross’s home, receiving an immediate response. “Come in, come in,” said Cross cheerily, as he ushered the both us to your seats. You sat next to Zero.

“I’ve made my specialty tonight!” the headmaster exclaimed, looking all sorts of proud with himself.

“What exactly is his specialty?” you asked, whispering to your beloved.

“I really don’t know” he murmured, which sent a disturbed shiver down your spine. Cross was notorious for his weirdly cooked meals. You almost never knew what type of animal or vegetable was being served.

You looked to Yuki and saw a shaky smile on her face that was meant to make Kaien feel good, but looked wary and a little nervous. She seemed hesitant to see what her adoptive father had cooked. You laughed at her expression then thought about what you had to tell her, and your laughter ceased.

Zero, observant as ever, noticed your change in attitude and asked if you were alright. “I guess I’m a little nervous about telling her,” you whispered, so that said girl wouldn’t hear you.

“It’s okay, I’m here” said Zero squeezing your hand, lightly, in his. You smiled at him, warmth filling your heart at the thought that this incredible boy was all yours.

“I love you so much, Zero,” you admitted honestly, wanting to voice the happiness that you felt inside. He smiled too, leaning close and placing a slow and sweet kiss on your lips. You returned the kiss, loving the feel of his soft lips on yours and his sweet scent.

“____, Zero! Don’t that at the dinner table!” scolded Cross. You two immediately broke apart, blushing rosy pink. After apologizing to the headmaster, your eyes met and held, amused smiles on the both of your faces.

“I love you too,” said Zero, intertwining the both of your hands. Right then, as you looked into his beautiful amethyst eyes, you knew that he meant what he said.

The both of you would no doubt struggle dealing with what you have become, but you would have each other and that was enough. From this day forth, Zero and you would be together. You would fight for one another till the very end.

You love Zero Kiryu, that’s it. Even in death, your love for him would never fade because he was your one and only true love. That was a fact.
Well guys, I previously thought to end the story here, but very recently, in 2014, I was encouraged to make a Part 5 ^^ so be prepared for that. I'll try to throw some comedy in there, and of course more romance between you and Zero-rin! :D

part 5:…
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You woke up this morning and your first thought was “Zero”.

You smiled to yourself, feeling all giddy. “Today’s going to be great!” you shouted into open space. Now that you have Zero, life will be more bearable and…more interesting. Thoughts of you kissing Zero filled your head and you let out a fangirl squeal!  

You quickly clamped your hand over your mouth and thought ‘Those fan girls are starting to rub off on me.’ Gaining composure once more, you headed into the restroom and got ready to start the day.

You were grabbing your supplies off, of your dresser, when you heard a knock on the door. You jogged over to answer and met face to face with Zero. A bright, red blush spread over your cheeks and you smiled shyly at him. “What are you doing here, Zero?” you asked, knowing full well why he was here.

“I came to walk you to class, if that’s okay” he said a little shyly.

You smiled brightly. “Of course, I was just about to leave, so you caught me just in time!” you said, linking your arm with his and laying your head on his shoulder. ‘Ah’ you sighed internally ‘I could get used to this.’


You and Zero entered the room, your arm still linked with us, and everyone became quiet.

The both of you descended up the staircase to take your seats. All the while, you heard whispers here and there, each only revealing small fragments of what everyone was talking about.

“…dating? Well who woulda thought…?” “…cute together!” “…amazing, I'm so happy for them!”

You were smiling happily and amused by the time you and your beloved sat down. But now comes the crucial part. What does Yuki make of all this? While yes, she seems to like Kaname, you haven't dismissed the fact that Yuki might like Zero to. Every so often, you would witness a scene where she was all blushes around Zero. So, you'll see once she comes to class.

Five minutes later, Yuki came into the classroom, looking all happy and fully rested. She sauntered up to her seat and greeted you and Zero. “Good morning, guys” she said cheerfully.

“Good morning Yuki” you said calmly, smiling all the same. “Morning” said Zero in his trademark cool way.

“So, what’s going on? Everyone is gossiping. Did something happen?” she asked, getting all wide-eyed with excitement. You couldn't help, but smile at that. Yuki really is a cute girl.

“You didn't hear?” asked Yuki’s friend Yori. You'd almost for gotten that the quiet girl was there.

“No, what is it?” Yori looked to you and Zero then back at Yuki. “Zero and ____ have gotten together” she said, chuckling a bit at Yuki’s shocked expression.

Said girl turned to face you both and looked from you to him. You watched closely to see what her reaction would be.

A smile began to spread over her face and it was a real one. “I'm so happy for you guys! You look so cute together!” she exclaimed, cheeks turning pink when everyone stared at her. You laughed before you spoke. “Thank you Yuki.”

“Thanks” Zero said, blushing a little and looking away embarrassed. ‘He’s so cute!’ you thought, holding onto him tighter and smiling away.


After patrol, Zero began walking you back to class. Your hands were intertwined together and you both walked in comfortable silence.

“Everything went well” you said, referring to Yuki. Zero looked at you and smiled. “It sure did.” Your heart fluttered at his smile and you tried to hide the blush forming on your cheeks.

Once you two arrived at your room, you both stood there neither of you making a move to leave. “So, um…I g-guess I'll see you tomorrow.” You stuttered, not sure what to do in this situation. You wanted to kiss him, but you didn't know if he wanted to do the same.

“Oh, ok” he said, sounding a little disappointed. He turned to leave, but you stopped him when you spoke again. “Wait! We c-could, um…k-kiss goodnight, if you want” you said, feeling completely embarrassed asking him this.

Zero’s cheeks turned crimson too, but that didn't stop him from pulling you into his comfortable embrace and gazing at you with those intense eyes.

At that moment, you wanted to say that you loved him, but you knew that he was still confused, so you just thought it instead. Your lips connected to one another’s and it was like fireworks. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he deepened this kiss. You two were breathless, by the time you pulled away.

“So, um, goodnight ____” said Zero, giving you one last peck on the lips. “Goodnight” you answered, breath still a little ragged. Just like that, Zero was gone and you retreated into your bedroom.

The moment you shut your door, you leaned against and slid down it, feeling weak in the knees. Your fingers went to your lips, which were still tingling from the kiss, and you smiled the happiest smile ever! Everything was going perfectly, you thought, walking over to your bed. Just as quickly as you thought that, a hand clamped over your mouth and you felt another wrap around your waist so that now you were held against your captive’s body.

From the aura, you could tell that the intruder was a vampire, and from the size of the intruder’s hand you knew that the vampire was male. You stomped on the vampire’s foot as hard as you could, causing him to groan in pain and lose his grip around you slightly.

You took advantage of this and broke free, but your freedom was short lived because the man had you again and placed a white cloth over your nose. You knew that the vampire was trying to put you to sleep and held your breath. Eventually, you had to breathe, though, and within seconds of inhaling the the chemical put on the cloth, you passed out.


You woke up in a dark room with nothing but torches for light. There were four in all, one for each wall. You were in a sitting position, leaning against a wall. When you tried to stand, you felt your arms being tugged on behind your back and heard the clanking of chains. Not to mention, your head swam from trying to stand, which you were sure was due to the chemicals that the white cloth contained, and you had to close your eyes for the swirling to stop.

“So, you're, finally, awake?” asked an unfamiliar deep voice.

You opened your eyes and met face to face with a vampire that you did not recognize. “Who are you?” you croaked. For some reason, your throat felt dry.

“I am Dimitri Andrews.” He answered, a carefree look on his face.

“Why did you take me?” you whispered, eyes narrowed to slits. The vampire only smiled.

“You should watch how you act around pureblood’s.” Your eyes widened, slightly. He was a pureblood? What would a pureblood vampire want with you?

He seemed to read your mind, seeing as he answered your questions. “You are just bait for Kaname Kuran. I know that he harbors feelings for you, Yuki Cross.” He seemed proud if himself, as he said this. It’s time to knock him down a peg, you thought.

“I’m afraid, you have the wrong girl. My name is____ _____, vampire hunter.” You said this in a mocking tone, amused by how dumb this guy was. How could he  not even know what the person he was targeting looked like? It was so dumb that it was laughable.

His eyes widened then narrowed. “Don't play games, I know that you're Yuki Cross,” said the Pureblood, noticeably becoming embarrassed.

“No, I’m not. Like I said, my name is ____ _____.” At this point, the pureblood was blushing to the tips of his ears. “Oh, well” a sadistic smile creeped onto his face “I guess I could entertain myself for now, and try again tomorrow.” He started walking towards you then dropped down on one knee.

You glared at him, daring him to try something. He only chuckled. “A vampire hunter, you say? Well then, I'll just give a little payback to the Hunter’s Association for killing so many of us.” He tilted your head to the side and started licking your neck.

“No!” you shouted, moving your head so that he couldn't do what he was planning to do. He merely grabbed a handful of your hair and forced your head to the side, revealing your soft neck in all of its glory.

“You're very beautiful, perhaps I'll take you on as my love slave” he whispered seductively, trailing kisses down your neck.

Your cheeks turned bright pink, and you tried to move your head again, but Dimitri gave your hair a painful tug and stopped that idea. “Let me go, you vampire bastard!” you yelled, glaring at him the best that you could with your head pulled back.

“And you're feisty to. Yes, I think that you will make an interesting bed toy.” Without further delay, he bit deeply into your neck and began to drink.

Your eyes widened to in disbelief. ‘No’ you thought. ‘No, no, no way was this happening!’ But it was, and there was nothing that you could do to stop it. Tears sprang to your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. You didn't want to give this bastard the satisfaction.

One name came to mind, as you sat here facing possible death. ‘Zero….’
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You opened your eyes, vision blurred a bit. You lifted your right arm to wipe your eyes, but a tug in your skin stopped that and you winced.

Lifting your left arm instead, you wiped away the sleep dust and looked to your right to see a needle in your arm. It was distributing blood.

A quick look around let you know that you were in the academy’s infirmary. Briefly, you were confused as to why you were in here, but flashes of last night cleared away all of your confusion and you gasped. Just then, Kaien Cross entered the room.

“____, you're awake!” he exclaimed happily. “Y-Yeah” you stuttered, not quite sure what to make of this situation. “Is Zero okay?” you asked.

The headmaster sobered a bit, but kept a kind smile on his face. “He’s fine, but he’s been worried about you” he said, taking a seat in the chair next to your bed. You sat up, so that you were level with him.

“I know that he’s angry with himself. Last night, he refused to drink my blood, but I forced him to...”The guilt was bone crushing. Because of you, Zero was no doubt bashing on himself for giving in and drinking your blood. Not only that, you knew that the friendship between you two was severed. He wouldn't feel comfortable being near you anymore. The thought was suffocating.

“I’m sure that Zero understands that you were only trying to help him.” said Kaien, trying to appease your slowly, arriving depression.  “You should talk to him once you're up and moving.” He smiled a kind smile at you then suddenly diverted back to his bubbly self.

“I'll see you later____! I have a lot of work to do” he pouted, adding “get well soon!” He waved, exiting the room soon after.

That man’, you thought playfully. He really knew how to cheer you up. As soon as you were allowed to leave, you would go talk to Zero, you thought determinedly. Suddenly, thoughts of your last words to the hunter flashed through your head. “I love you, Zero.”

Your cheeks flushed bright pink and you slumped a little. “Oh yeah, there’s that” you said aloud in a weary voice. Maybe he didn't hear it. It was whispered after all, you thought, trying to claim back your diminishing determination.


Later that Afternoon…

You headed to the gates, after spending most of the day in the infirmary. The nurse just wouldn't let you leave. She was insistent about you eating there and taking a nap. You appreciated her worrying about you, but the need to see Zero was strong.

Once you were right at the gates, you positioned yourself in front of the fan girls. As usual, they were loud, but you weren't focused on them. You still didn't know what to say to Zero. In situations like this, Yuki would know what to do, you thought bitterly. It wasn't your fault that you didn't know how to console people. You group up in a household where everyone kept to themselves, and so didn't need consoling.

Also growing up, you never really had many friends. They were only acquaintances, who you occasionally talked to, but did not associate with out of school.

You sighed in frustration, deciding that you would do and say whatever it takes to stop Zero from putting himself down.

The gates creaked open and the Night Class poured out in groups. Immediately, Aido started to flirt with the Day Class girls, causing a few to actually faint. ‘Wow’ you thought ‘these girls will fall for any pickup line.’

Aido caught you staring at him and smirked, sauntering over to you. The moment he got with five feet of you, you turned to him and held up a hand to his face. “Stop right there Romeo, you're not my type.” Aido looked like his pride was hurt, before he put on that “charming” smile again and walked closer to you.

He leaned about ten inches too close for comfort then spoke in a seductive tone. “Oh? I’m sure that I can get you to change your mind.” He started to lean down closer, to place a kiss on your lips, but was suddenly yanked back by his collar.

You looked up to see who your savior was and were pleased to see that it was Zero. “You should get to class” said Zero, glaring at Aido slightly. Aido jerked away from Zero and glared right back. He humphed, holding his chin up arrogantly, then headed back to the faraway Night Class.

“Thank you,” you said, sighing in relief. Zero simply nodded with an unreadable look in his eyes and headed back to his side to start clearing out the fan girls. You frowned, but began clearing out the fan girls as well.



As soon as you and Zero jumped onto the balcony to patrol, you walked over to the silver-haired man and cut to the chase. “Okay, look Zero.” You said this in a firm tone, which slightly surprised Zero.

“What happened, yesterday, doesn't bother me and frankly, I don't think it’s worth you sulking over. You were not in control of your actions, in that state, so don't waste your time agonizing about it.” The hunter was silent for a moment, and then. “That’s the problem isn't it? I can't control myself.” His eyes narrowed a bit. “It may not bother you, but it bothers me. I can't help it. When I get like that…I just…” he took in a shuddering breath.

‘Okay’ you thought ‘time to comfort him.’ “Zero…” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his torso like yesterday. “Tell me about it.”

He wrapped his arms around you before he spoke next. “I feel like I’m losing myself in madness. When I’m near blood or I smell it, my senses go wild and I can’t control myself. Then the pain comes and I…” he took another shuddering breath and held you tighter. You did the same, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “It’s okay, Zero, I’m here,” you cooed in a gentle voice. The both of you stood there just holding one another, allowing all the pain and sorrow to escape into this hug.

“Thank you, ____, I think I'm okay now,” he whispered, his breath close to your ear.
You nodded then slowly started to release him. When you looked at his face, you saw a faint blush painting his cheeks. You smiled, thinking that he looked adorable. It must be embarrassing for him to finally express his emotions, you thought.

“____,” Zero mumbled quietly. You snapped out of your thoughts and looked into his beautiful, amethyst eyes. “Yes, Zero.”

He was staring at you with a look that you couldn't quite comprehend. “Yesterday, before you fainted…I thought I heard you say something” he said, watching your reaction closely. You gave nothing away, only giving him a confused expression, as to hide the fact that you knew what he meant.

“What did I say?” you asked, heart pounding in your chest.

“You said that…you loved me” he answered, blushing a little, but keeping his gaze on me, watching for signs on whether it was true or not.

You debated with yourself on whether you should tell him the truth. To Zero, your silence was answer enough and he looked away from you, bangs covering his eyes.

You saw how he reacted and smiled bitterly to yourself. You knew it, you thought. He really did only have eyes for Yuki.

“You don't have to say anything, Zero. I know how you feel about Yuki.” With that, you turned around and jumped off the balcony, landing on your feet. You, vaguely, heard Zero calling your name, but you were too hard broken to try listening. You didn't want Zero to see you cry because if he did, then he would most likely start apologizing and you didn’t want to hear that. It would be more painful than it already is.


You slumped against a large tree, panting from the running and still crying your eyes out. “Zero…” you whispered through your sobs “I love you so much.” But once again, you thought of his love for the brunette and wept harder, burying your face in your knees.

Meanwhile, Zero was running at full speed, tracking your scent the best that he could. “Damn” he cursed, under his breath “where'd she go.”

Unbeknownst to you, Zero harbored feelings for you as well. He'd thought that he loved Yuki when all along, he just loved being hugged/touched. And when compared to your hugs, which made his heart beat rapidly, Yuki’s simply made him feel comfortable, with no romantic feelings attached, mind you.

After a minute or two of searching, Zero finally found you, head resting on your knees and held close to your chest.

“____” you heard a deep, slightly breathless voice say. That voice could only belong to Zero, you knew, but you didn’t look up. You heard him move, and from the rustle in front of you, you knew that he was kneeling before you. “____” he called again, voice more leveled than before.

“What?” you answered. Your voice cracked when you spoke.

“Please, look at me.” You thought about ignoring him and not looking, but his gentle voice pierced your heart so, you looked up. Your cheeks were wet with salty tears.

It broke Zero’s heart to see you sad. Lifting up his hand, he used his thumb to wipe away your tears then licked the salty liquid off of his thumb. Soon after, his gaze landed on you and he stared straight into your (e/c) orbs that by now; had stopped leaking the sad water.

“I think I might love you” he said, momentarily looking away.

“You think?” you asked, not sure what he was trying to say. Did he love you or not?

Zero hinted at the question behind you words and faced you again. “This transition from thinking that I loved Yuki to loving you, is a little confusing for me” he admitted, watching your reaction.

You smiled. “I understand. As long as you continue to love me more, then that’s fine” you said, a pink blush tinting your cheeks. Zero smiled as well and cupped your cheek in his left hand. He then started to lean forward, so you closed your eyes and waited for his lips to connect with yours.

The moment that your lips touched, your heartbeat accelerated and your cheeks turned as red as an apple. You lay your legs flat on the ground so that Zero could wrap his arms around you properly and pull you close. You were on your knees now and so was Zero. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you melted into the kiss and thought about how much you loved him and how glad you were that he was now yours. He was still confused a little, but you knew that it would work out in the end, because with you two working together, there was nothing that would be able to break you two apart.
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You love Zero Kiryu, that’s it. Ever since that day that you two went patrolling and you saw that anguished look on his face, you have loved him and wanted to protect him. But alas, he loves Yuki. He always has, but even so, you decided that you would keep him safe no matter what. Even knowing that the one you loved was a vampire.


Today began as just another boring day of school. First, you woke up, hopped in the shower, brushed your teeth, and got dressed. Then, you headed downstairs to get breakfast from the cafeteria. Lastly, you headed to class, greeting Zero and Yuki once you took your seat. Luckily, your seat was right next to Zero’s.

That’s right. You were sitting in one of the legendary seats next to Zero. This proved just how much he trusted you and valued you as his friend. That simple fact made you happy, and feel all the more close to him. Not even Yuki sat here, you noted.

The teacher walked in and began teaching the lesson which you paid close attention to. School was very important to you because you planned to go to college to become a (insert occupation here). Even as a hunter, you wanted to have some other practice of work aside from killing vampires, not that you didn't like the thrill of going out on a mission.


Class ended, signaling that the crossover for the Night Class would take place soon. You put on your disciplinary committee badge, along with Zero and Yuki then all three of you headed for the gates.

The loud screaming of the Day Class girls reached your ears, even though you were a good few yards away. At this rate, you were sure that your ears would bleed if you came any closer. Of course, you had no choice but to go forward. It was your duty, as a member of the Disciplinary Committee, to make sure that the Day Class didn't find out the Night Class’s secret, and your duty was very important to you.

Once you all finally reached the Day Class, you aligned them so that they were out of the Night Class’s way. The gate creaked open a moment later, and the screams of the fan girls grew in volume. Unfortunately, so did the struggle to reach their beloveds.

“All of you get back!” you shouted, already getting a migraine. No one moved which irritated you. 'So they wanted to play deaf?' you thought. Okay, let’s try this again. You pulled out the whistle given to you by Headmaster Cross.

Before, you thought to be generous and not burst the eardrums of others, even when they rudely did it to you. Now, things were different, so you put the whistle to your lips and blew with all of your might. Immediately, everyone fell silent, turning their attention towards you.

“Thank you, ladies for finally shutting your traps,” you told the girls, a mock cheery smile on your face. Next, you turned to the Night Class. “Please continue on your way to class. It would not due to be late.” They all began to murmur, but left anyway, following behind their Pureblood leader.



You were very excited because of the fact that you and Zero would be patrolling today. Yuki would have a day off tonight, for this reason, which lifted your spirits even more. You and Zero alone, what a beautiful thought.

As you two watched out for any lurking Day Class girls, you thought about your feelings for Zero. Obviously, you loved him, but the problem was that he didn’t love you back. How were you supposed to deal with that?

Of course, you wanted him to find happiness. Yuki was a pretty decent girl and she could make him happy, but to be honest, you just couldn't accept that. Not to sound selfish, but you just wanted him all to yourself, no sharing included.

Besides, the last time that you checked she was in love with Kaname wasn't she? If that’s the case then…Zero must be suffering just as much as you, in that department.

Suddenly, you became angry. How could Yuki do that to him? You wondered. Wasn't he suffering enough? Doesn't she see that without her, Zero would fall apart? That even you would not be able to pick up the pieces?

Why must it be her? Why couldn't Zero love you?

Tears started to flow down your cheeks, but you didn't notice because you were so caught up in your sadness and heartbreak. Only when Zero grabbed your hand did you snap out of it. You looked into those worried eyes and your heart fluttered. Without thinking, you flew into his arms, holding him around his waist tightly and burying your face in his chest.


You felt Zero stiffen before his body relaxed and he wrapped his arms around you as well, holding you just as tightly.

Your heart sped up even more, beating so loudly that you could hear it in your own ears. You wondered if Zero could hear it, no doubt he could feel it on his lean stomach. “____, what’s wrong?” he asked, voice soft as his hands went through your (h/l) (h/c) locks.

You thought about telling him about your feelings. Now, seemed like the appropriate time. You two were basically alone and embracing one another, so what the heck. You lifted your head to stare into his beautiful amethyst eyes, which took your breath away as they shined in the moonlight, and were about to tell him everything that you felt when there was a rustle down below.

Damn it, you thought angrily. Whoever the girl was, she was about to get a boat load of insults and profanities thrown her way.

Both you and Zero jumped down from your positions on the Night Class’s balcony and headed towards the noise.

Emerging from the bushes, you both caught two Day Class girls taking photos of the Night Class, smiling away like the annoying, stalker fan girls that they were (Not to bash on fan girls, I am one of them by the way ^w^).  

“What are you two doing!” you shouted. Amusingly, the girls jumped, nearly dropping their cameras. The bolder of the two stepped up, a determined look on her face.

“We were just taking pictures of the Night Class. It’s not like we were trying to rob a store or something,” she said. “Y-Yeah,” said her friend who decided that she wanted to defend herself too. You sighed in frustration.

“It’s dangerous outside, at this time of night. Even if you were just taking pictures, you're breaking the rules” you countered “now hand over the photos that you took.”

The girl didn't like that. “No way, let’s go Himiko.” Her friend nodded in unsure response, but followed her friend nonetheless, as they both started running.

“Come back here!” you shouted, chasing after them “and stop running before you hurt yourselves.”

It only took a minute or two before you started to catch up with the girls, Zero in tow. Deciding that he was close enough, Zero jumped in front of them, blocking their way.

Because of the sudden appearance of the perfect in front of them, the girls fell to the ground, ungracefully. And to top off the annoying chase, the girl Himiko was now bleeding with a scraped knee.

Your gaze shifted to Zero whose eyes had become crimson. A brief look back at the girls showed you that they didn't see him yet, so you took advantage of this and told the girls to leave. “Go back to your dorms, now! Don't waste time, hurry!” you shouted. Luckily, the girls listened and ran away, one limping a bit.

You looked back at Zero and saw him clutching his chest in pain, but he was still standing. “Zero, do you think you can make it back to your dorm?” you asked.

He took a few deep breathes before answering. “Yeah” he looked at the ground. “Let’s go then. I'll help you get there.” Zero looked at you skeptically before nodding his approval. With that, you both headed to the boy’s Sun Dorms.


You helped Zero into his room and onto his bed, shutting his door when you entered. Another wave of hunger washed over Zero, causing him to hold himself tighter and gasp in pain.

You knew full well that he could not consume blood tablets. The only thing that would keep him from losing it was blood, but you had no doubt in your mind that he would deny drinking from you the moment that you offered. It was worth a try.

“Zero” you started. “No” he said, already aware of what you were thinking.
“But you have to or you’ll…please Zero. I’m begging you.”

Usually his stubbornness was cute and cool, but right now was not the time. You were not about to lose Zero. If you had to then…you’d force him. The thought tied your stomach in knots.

You didn't want Zero to hate you, but if it meant that he would live'll just have to suck it up, you thought, becoming stubborn as well.

“I’m not giving you an option, Zero, now drink,” you demanded, pulling your collar down and leaning close to him. He still refused. Now you were angry.

Ignoring the pain that it caused, you scraped your neck with your fingers, causing you to bleed. You leaned in closer to Zero, so that he was now leaning on his elbows as he half lie down on the bed.

Another giant wave of hunger came over Zero then, and he moaned in pain, still trying to fight his hunger. “Please Zero” you begged “I don't want you to die.”

Two seconds after those words left your mouth, you were pulled onto Zero’s lap, so that now, he was in a sitting position with his legs on the side of the bed and your legs were on either side of his waist. His arms circled around you so that one hand held tightly onto your shirt and the other was tangled in your (h/l) (h/c) hair.

Zero tilted your head to the left and brushed back strands of your hair to reveal your soft, virgin neck. He then proceeded to lick a rather sensitive spot which caused you to gasp and blush heavily.

“I’m sorry” he whispered ,breathlessly, before sinking his fangs deep into your neck. You winced in pain, but relaxed soon after, placing your hand in his silver locks and holding his body close to yours.

You smiled, happy that your beloved would be okay. If this was something that you could do for him as a friend, then you would. Even if he were to one day kill you because of his bloodlust you would not hold it against him, you would be happy that he lived another day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“_______? ______...? _______!”

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

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

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

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

“Thanks Arthur...” you said softly.

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


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


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

“That’s like $20.95, dude.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah know so.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You intercepted, “Not yet but-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ms. ______?” he called timidly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No,” you replied rather curtly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.-. I just had to do this.

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

But thank you :iconimwiththeunicorn: for all the help~

I hope you enjoyed.

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I may start a sequel to this story if all goes well.

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You sigh to yourself as you look through the store. You’ve been a member of the Akatsuki for a while now and you’ve grown really close to Itachi. It’s like the two of you have slipped into a relationship, without any build up. That’s what you like to think anyway; as much as you like Itachi, since you’ve met him it’s been hard to know what he’s thinking... which makes it especially hard to guess what he’d like as a Christmas present.

“Having trouble ________?” You look behind you to find a tall man almost covered from head to toe in coats, scarves, snow boots; they’re all there making it hard to see who the one speaking beneath all this is. If he hadn’t spoken to you, you may never have been able to tell. You guess, for Kisame, going around without drawing unwanted attention isn’t as easy as changing out of your Akatsuki cloak. That or he’s really cold.

“Yeah...” You say sadly, though smiling at Kisame unusual appearance. “But maybe you’ll be able to help me. I’m looking for a present for your partner, Itachi.” Kisame’s shoulders slump at the mention of this. With how covered up he is, it’s difficult to see any other signs of a reaction.

“I have the same problem every year ________. That’s what I’m doing here now... dressed up like this.” He grumbles this last part to himself, maybe unhappy to be going through with this, but like you wanting to get something for Itachi all the same. “I don’t know why you think you’d need to get one for him _______.” He turns his attention back to you, getting an idea to help you out. “Being around you is enough to make him happy more than any of this other stuff.” He eyes the assortment of Christmas themed socks and ties on a nearby rack, shaking his head. “Too bad I can’t say the same for myself.”

“That’s kind of a cop out, isn’t it?” You ask, not completely satisfied with Kisame’s suggestion. “I’d like to get something for Itachi at least.” You turn back to the potential gifts you were rummaging through. Why had you left it this late to do your Christmas shopping? Kisame was right about one thing, everything left for Christmas Eve shoppers to choose from was junk. Still, you had been busy all the rest of December trying to subtly find out what Itachi likes.

“Not exactly.” Kisame answers your question first. “You know... Itachi’s never gotten a present for anyone ________.” He informs you. Only when you stop for a moment, saddened by his words, does he notice he might have said something wrong. He leaves you to it after that, on the lookout again for a present he can give his partner, even if he knows he won’t be getting anything back.

You do go back to looking for a present once he’s gone, but not so enthusiastically as you may have done before. You can’t help but wonder if Itachi will have gotten something for you. You knew it was unlikely before. Hearing those words from Kisame though, gave you the last bit of convincing you didn’t need.

It’s late by the time you get back to the base empty handed. All the lights are off and it looks like everyone’s gone to bed. You can’t help but notice that even Itachi hadn’t waited up for you to make sure you made it back safely. That’s something else that makes you wonder what you had let yourself in for growing so attached to him. Quietly you make your way to your own room, somewhat hoping to sleep through what you guess is going to be a disappointing Christmas.

Something wakes you up during the early hours of the morning, at a time that would make anyone else roll over and go back to sleep. You however sneak downstairs to see what caused the noise that woke you. You might be the newest member of the Akatsuki, but that doesn’t make you powerless. Maybe ridding the base of this intruder will help you show that.

You’re eyes widen as you open the door to the Akatsuki’s living room. You had been prepared to attack or defend yourself as soon as you entered, but the sight before you leaves you too stunned to attempt either. There, placing presents under the tree is Itachi dressed as Santa. He looks over as soon as you come through the door, hesitating before slowly placing the last present he had been holding down. As you make your way over, you take a peek at the gift noticing that it is addressed to you... from Santa. You throw your arms around the not so convincingly disguised Itachi.

“I thought you didn’t get presents for anyone.” You comment through laughter you’re unable to hold back any longer.

“I do.” He admits, freely now that he has been caught. “I do not want anyone to know that they are from me... Every year I deliver some to Sasuke in secret as well. I waited for you as long I could before leaving for Orochimaru’s base earlier.... I’m sorry I couldn’t be here when you returned.”

“That’s okay...” You trail off, reminded now that you still don’t have anything to give Itachi. “I should be the one saying sorry. I couldn’t find anything to give you as a present and when Kisame told me no-one’s ever gotten a present from you.... I kind of gave up.” Itachi does not seem to mind this.

“Kisame... he is becoming too old to believe in Santa.” He says, unimpressed by his partner’s interpretation of his secretive gift giving.

“Well... maybe it’s easier for him to believe in Santa than it is for him to think you might be the one doing all this Itachi. It’s so unlike you...” You finish awkwardly, noticing your words appear to have affected Itachi. He stares at you, his eyes somewhat sadder. Just as you’re about to make your move to try and fix up any hurt feelings, further noises are heard from upstairs where the rest of the Akatsuki had been sleeping. The two of you leave the base to continue talking outside.

It’s nicer out here than you remember it being on your late night walk back to the base. Maybe your mind had been too preoccupied by what was making you sad back then, but now you can’t help but notice the snow blanketed forest floor and branches, the stars dotted in the clear dark blue sky, slowly fading as the sun begins to rise around the pair of you.

You hadn’t realised how cold you were feeling until Itachi removes his Santa coat to place it around you. “You were shivering.” He informs you as you look at him in surprise at the sudden gesture. “And you were right.” He continues, starting to walk again. “This role is too unlike me. It will be better if the others believe you to be the Santa they receive gifts from once we return to the base.”

“Itachi...” You stand still for a moment, taking in what he’s said before running to catch up and walk beside him again. “What I said, I didn’t mean it like that Itachi. I like this new side of you; you’ve always seemed so guarded before. I’d like our relationship to involve more fun times like these.”

“Our... relationship?” He eyes you suspiciously and you immediately try to backtrack, embarrassed that you’ve said this if Itachi doesn’t feel the same way. He smiles slightly at your reaction, an assurance that you haven’t gotten this wrong; he really does feel something for you.

“You still have your present to open _______.” He reminds you, the smile remaining. “I picked it out for you especially. Maybe it will lead to more if these fun times you so desire.” This said, the two of you make your way back to the base, happy and comfortable to be around each other just like Kisame had said.
I wrote this for Christmas last year, when someone asked me to write an Itachi one-shot for them. I was really trying not to make this one sad like they always seem to be when I write about this guy.

Itachi 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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   It was a bright Saturday morning. Six-fifteen in the morning. The sun had risen just a little while ago, and already you could tell that today was going to be a hot and sunny summer day. You didn't mind, though. Saturday was always your favorite day of the week. Not only did you get a break from work, but Saturday morning, starting right at six, was when the Farmer's Market in your local park opened up. Going to the Farmer's Market was always your favorite part of every week.

    There were always so many wonderful stalls set up at the Farmer's Market. Each of the tarps were bright pastel colors like yellow, blue, pink, lavender and more. Some had polka-dots, some had stripes, and others were just a solid color. However, the stalls were not nearly as beautiful to you as what was being sold within them. Each person sold something different. Some people sold fruits, others sold vegetables. Some people sold bread or pastries or cakes and cookies. Some people sold homemade candies and chocolate. Some people sold homemade sauces or cheeses or soups. Others sold homemade candles or soaps or jewelry. You could find almost anything there.

    A good portion of your paycheck went towards being able to buy things at the Farmer's market. Fortunately, a lot of your Farmer's Market money was also grocery money because you preferred to buy the fresh and organic foods from the market than the not-so-fresh and questionably organic foods from Walmart or wherever. True, the foods from the market didn't last as long as the foods from the store, but they lasted at least enough to get your through the week, most of the time, and they tasted better anyways.

    You always had a list of things that you absolutely needed to buy at the market. You had to make sure that you bought fruit from your favorite fruit vendors, vegetables from your favorite vegetable vendors, bread from your favorite bread vendor, and of course, there was always room for some other foods and even some non-food items. You never walked away disappointed.

    You'd been coming to the Farmer's Market regularly for a little more than a year now. By now, all the vendors knew you, and you knew all the vendors. You were pretty good friends with some of them. You knew all of them by name. A good portion of your time at the market was spent talking to them and catching up with them. You almost never saw any of them outside of the market, but even so, you considered yourself close to them.

    That being said, you were very surprised when, while walking through the market, you heard chatter from all the vendors about a new stall being set up at the very end of the street. No one knew who the new vendor was, or what he was selling. All they knew was that he was a young, hyperactive Italian man who had just moved to town two days ago. Curious as to who this new person was, you decided to walk to the end of the street and start your shopping there rather than start at the front and walk to the back like you usually did.

    Jogging, and not stopping for anything, it only took you a few minutes to reach the end of the street and find the new stall that had just been set up. The tent was colored to look like the Italian flag. Underneath and on top of the tables, there were wooden boxes filled with all sorts of vegetables, but what there seemed to be the most of was tomatoes. Out of the twelve boxes that were in the stall, nine of them were filled with tomatoes.

    You didn't see anyone running the stall at the moment. All was quiet. There were no signs to tell where the vendor had gone, either. You frowned slightly. It wasn't smart to leave a stall unattended. The products might be stolen. So, you decided that you would watch the stall for a little while. If it took longer than twenty minutes for the vendor to come back, you would leave the stall alone. If he came back before then, well, then you would have helped him protect his vegetables.

    You stepped behind the tables in the stall and realized that there was another box of tomatoes that had been hidden in the back of the stall. It was much, much larger than all the other boxes. It was as about as long as both of the tables that were in the stall combined. You raised an eyebrow. Whoever was running this stand apparently had a very large surplus of tomatoes that they wanted to get rid of.

    Out of the corner of your eye, you saw something twitching inside the large box of tomatoes. You cringed, thinking that it might be a huge bug or an animal of some kind. You couldn't just let whatever it was ruin all of the tomatoes. You had to get rid of it. But it would probably be a nasty job. Sighing, you walked closer to the box of tomatoes and tried to see what it was.

    As you got closer, you saw what looked like a single strand of curly hair sticking out of the tomatoes. It looked almost like a tail, you thought, but you also thought that it was too thin to be a tail. Whatever it was, you were going to get it out of the box of tomatoes. Taking a deep breath, you reached for the curl and grabbed it.

    Not even a second after you had grabbed the curl, you heard a high-pitched, girly sounding shriek, which caused you to gasp and let go of the curl. After that, you saw someone jumpout of the box of tomatoes with a very flustered look on his face. "N-not the curl, bella! Don't touch the curl!" he shouted.

    "O-oh, I-I'm sorry sir! I-I thought you were an animal trying to eat the tomatoes...!" you told him, blushing from embarrassment. You hadn't meant to hurt him. You hadn't even known he was there.

    You watched the man as he tried to calm himself down. His hair was a light brown color. His skin was fair. He sounded a lot like a girl, but you could tell by his completely flat chest and the clothes he was wearing that he was a dude. His eyes were a sweet honey color. He looked rather young. Maybe in his early twenties. You could tell by his accent and his use of the word "bella" that he was Italian.

    "Veh... I-it's alright. You didn't mean it! But... What are you doing inside the stall, bella...?" the man asked you, turning his head to look at you and tilting it slightly.

    "O-oh, w-well, I didn't see you in here, and I didn't want your tomatoes to get stolen, so I decided to watch the stall until you got back..." you told him.

    The man smiled broadly. "Aww, that's so sweet! Grazie for watching over my tomatoes, bella! You're so kind! May I ask what your name is?" he inquired cheerfully.

    "I-it's (Name)," you told him, the dark, embarrassed blush fading from your cheeks and being replaced with a light pink shy blush.

    "It's so nice to meet you, (Name)! My name's Feliciano! Do you live in this town, (Name)?" the Italian, Feliciano, asked you.

    You nodded. "Yeah, I do. And I heard you just moved here?"

    "Si, that's right! I've come here aaaaall the way from Italy!" he answered.

    Your eyes widened slightly. "All the way from Italy?" You laughed softly. "Why would you ever wanna leave that beautiful country for this old place?"

    Feliciano shrugged. "I just needed a change of scenery, I suppose. I love to travel, you know! I thought it would be fun to live here for a little while! Anyways, I hope that you and I become good friends, (Name)!" he exclaimed.

    You smiled at him. "Yeah, I hope we do, too, Feliciano."

    "Hey, hey, you know what I'm gonna do for you?" Feliciano asked, giggling.

    "What are you going to do for me?" you asked curiously.

    "I'm gonna give you some tomatoes, free of charge! You know, as a little gift for being my first friend in my new home!" Feliciano exclaimed.

    You blushed again. "Oh, you don't have to do that," you said.

    "I know, but I really want to! Oh please, (Name), won't you let me give you some tomatoes?" he pleaded, putting his hands together in prayer-fashion.

    You sighed and chuckled softly. "Alright, alright, I'll take your tomatoes," you agreed.

    Feliciano's eyes lit up like Christmas lights. "Oh, grazie, bella, grazie! You won't regret it, I promise. My tomatoes are the tastiest you'll ever have!" he declared proudly.

    Feliciano grabbed a plastic grocery bag out of a small box full of more plastic grocery bags that he had put under the table. Afterwards, he began digging through each of the tomato boxes, picking out the best ones he could find and putting them in the bag. He put five tomatoes in the bag before handing it to you. "There!" he exclaimed. "Five of the best of the best tomatoes in the whole world! Just for you!"

    You giggled and took the bag from him. "Grazie, Feliciano," you said.

    Feliciano beamed at you. "You're very welcome, (Name). Thanks for being my friend!" he said.

    "Yeah... Hey, listen, I've got some more shopping to do before the market closes. I better get going now. Will you be here again next week?" you asked hopefully.

    Feliciano nodded. "Yep! I'm going to try to be here every week for as long as I live here!" he answered.

    You smiled. "Great! Well, I'll see you next week then, okay?" you asked him.

    "Yeah!" he said.

    "Alright! Well, goodbye, then!" you exclaimed, waving to him and laughing as you turned away and began walking out of the stall.

    "Ciao!" he called after you. "Oh, and (Name)?" he added quickly before you had completely left the stall.

    "Yeah?" you answered, turning your head to look at him.

    "I know my name is a bit of a mouthful, so if you want to, you can just call me Feli, okay?" he said.

    You smiled. "Okay. Goodbye, Feli!" you exclaimed.

    "Goodbye, (Name)! I'll see you next week!"

    And with that, you left the stall. You felt happy that you had made a new friend today. You didn't know it yet, but that friendship would turn into something much, much more. And in the future, you will look back on this day and laugh about how it all started with a box of tomatoes.
Rose: Eyyyy everybody xD Happy Hetalia Day~! I hope you all enjoyed this little fanfiction Aww I know it's pretty short, but the ideas I had for making it longer would all require it to be a few chapters instead of a oneshot, and unfortunately, I didn't have a lot of time to work on a series this month. Besides, I figured that the length is good because of the title, "It Started with a Box of Tomatoes", indicating that this story is about the start of a relationship, and not the growth of the relationship. I'm sure that I'm going to get a lot of requests for sequels to this, so who knows? Perhaps in the future, I shall continue it. And I'll probably make it a really long series. But this shall suffice for now.

Anyways, this story is kinda based off of how I actually got into Hetalia. But that's a story for later. I'll be uploading it in a journal soon. Until then, I hope you all liked this story, and Happy Hetalia Day 8D

Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
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A beautiful morning with you~

“ maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all..” you mumbled quietly as you were dragged into a house filled with noisy music and loud voices.
“don't be silly (name), I'm sure you will have a great time!” Hungary chirped and let go of you hand.


Today after a long and annoying world meeting America, or Alfred as he made you call him, announced that he would be having an “awesome” party and that everyone should come.  Most of the countries said that they would come but you being the shy nation you were, wasn't so sure. But after some convincing from some of your friends and some puppy-looks you decided to go.

After the meeting, Hungary followed you back to your house so she could help you pick out “the perfect dress for you”, as she said. Which was a very pretty (f/c) dress. Then you went back to her house and you fixed each other hair and make up and then you were ready for the evening.

~Flashback ends~

So here little (Country name) sat comfortably in a black armchair ever since Hungary left you when she saw Austria. You weren't even that mad at her, because you knew how big her crush on him was. But there was a little problem; every time Elizaveta left you alone at parties like this there was always someone that tried to flirt with you, sober or not and sometimes you felt really uncomfortable when you had a drunk France or England next to you, trying to flirt with you...

Due to you being to deep into your own thoughts, you failed to noticed a happy Italy,  your crush, running towards you with a big grin.
“Ciao (name)! How are you? Ve~!” Feliciano asked and brought you into a big hug and nuzzled your cheek affectionately.
“Ah!” you jumped in surprise but soon relaxed in his grip.
“Hi F-feli. I'm fine, how about you?” you looked away from the smiling Italian as a very red blush appeared on your face.  He let go of you (against your will) and started talking casually, not caring about anything else but each other.

Then suddenly the music stopped and you two heard Spain call over the countries that weren't in the living-room. When everyone was there Antonio pushed the play-button and The “macarena” song started playing ( not 100% sure if it originated from Spain or not, I got several answered. Just so you know ^.^) and he started teaching the rest  of you the dance. Including you, even if you tried to go back Italy would give you a sweet smile and tell you you were doing great and that you shouldn't stop. And who can say no to that cute face? Not you at least.

After that they put on the loud music again and everyone went back to do what they did before (like Belarus kept chasing Russia, France and England  continued fighting..), but you on the other hand were starting to feel tired and Italy told you he would walk you home, because it  was really late.

Outside there were not that many lights except the lampposts and the beautiful stars in the sky but it didn't really matter to you. Because you held Feliciano hand in yours and enjoyed the lovely night as you walk together to your home.

When you arrived you told him good night and took out you keys from your jacket when you heard him ask;
“ve~!(name)? Could I sleep-a in guest-room tonight? I forgot my keys and my brother is still at the party. Pretty please bella~...” and then Italy gave you the cutest look you've ever seen
“um.. sure..” you answered and opened the door for him “come in...”.
“ Ve! Thank you (name)! Ti amo!” he then brought you into a sweet kiss that was filled with love and passion and the world seemed to stop for a moment.
“...Ti amo troppo” you whispered back and gave him a small smile when the kiss ended. Feliciano let out a happy “ve” before he picked you up and you two ended up spending the rest of the night in each other arms and  as the night slowly turned into...

… a beautiful morning you spend with the one you loved the most.  
I hope you like it, even though I'm not sure if it turned out good or not and please tell me what you think of it.Meow-thank You 
I don't own Hetalia or you, only the story~
The sequel: Italy x Reader
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You were sitting on a bench before your university waiting for someone to come. Your best friend were sitting next to you and talking about the homework. She was a human just like everyone at your university. To be a ghoul between humans wasn’t easy but you liked your live. Since you can remember you were a part of the human live.
Your parents were humans and they adopted you as a child because your mother was killed by investigator. That day you ran into a just-married couple and they took you in. At first they didn’t know about you begin a ghoul. As the time passed by they got more observant so you decide to tell them. If they didn’t want you anymore you’d kill them. Luckily the human was a half-ghoul living with her human husband.
“Eh, (y/n), are you listening to me?” your best friend asks a bit annoyed.
“Yeah, sure!” you nodded your head fast.
“Sorry…” you sighed.
“Never mind. What are you going to do with your boyfriend?” (f/n) asked you with a amused look on her face. Surprised you turn your head to face her. She never asked you much about Uta. Even if he comes to take you up she never spoke with him. Sometimes you thing she knows about you and him begin a ghoul.
“W-We are going to a tattoo studio.” you answered her question and your friend nodded.
“Oi, (y/n)!” the two of you turned your heads to see Uta came up to you his eyes covered by glasses. A smile appeared on your lips when you jumped up from the bench and run towards you beloved boyfriend. Because of the doves you haven’t seen him for a long time.
“Uta-kun!” you yelled happily hugging him tightly. “I’ve missed you!”
“I’ve missed you too.” he whispered in your ear.
“Have a nice time together!” laughed your friend as she ran away. Your cheeks got red and you have to hide you blush from Uta. He grabbed you by your hand and lead you slowly stepping to the tattoo studio.

When you were sitting on the chair and watched the artist while preparing all his stuff you got a bit nervous. It would be your fist tattoo. Of course you were scared. But then when you looked up to Uta a small smile covered your lips.
“Uta-kun?” you asked.
“Could you perhaps go outside?”
“Ehm… Sure but why?” he was a bit confused when he starred down at you.
“It should be a surprise.” was all you said. He bends down to your face giving you a short kiss before he leaves. You could tell he wasn’t happy about your request but you know later he would be glad. The tattoo was something special to you.
“So, what are we doing today?” the tattooist asked you while sitting down next to you with a pen and a sketchbook like Uta when he is doing a new mask. The man you will make you the tattoo was of course a ghoul too.

After the tattoo was finished you wrists hurt a bit. With a short “Thank you” you leaved the tattoo studio and looked around to find Uta. He was leaning against the wall waiting for you. How long was he standing there? Half an hour? Longer? You didn’t know.
“Uta-kun, I’m back!” you waved to the pierced boy. Before he could say something you showed him your wrists whit the tattoo. On the left there was a ‘I love…’ and on the right ‘… only you!’ so if you held your wrists together it reads ‘I love only you’.
“(y/n)-chan…” Uta didn’t know what to say. You have done this tattoo only for him. You didn’t saw him often so silent.
“Do you like it?” you asked a bit nervous.
“I love it. I love you.” he grinned.
Oh you loved him so much. Now everybody will know that. And even if either you or him will die, the memories of today would last forever. “Let us go to your place. I’m hungry.” you told him hocking your arm in his.
Uta gave you a kiss on the forehead
I just love Uta and I had to write this one
I hope you liked it

I don't own anything but the plot!
You belong to Uta
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Note: Thanks for all the comments/views/etc! It really makes me happy! I was TERRIFIED that I’d write Sasuke horribly because I’ve never liked him, personally. Sometimes, when you’re writing, that bias leaks through. It’s not supposed to but it does.

In spite of several personal deterrents (my laptop charging unit completely falling out from the inside of the laptop, my phone short circuiting, overcoming a debilitating stomach-bug-gone-super-virus, catching up on schoolwork, and studying for midterms) I am updating because DAMN you guys have been waiting a while!

I’ve debated adding Naruto as a love interest. Like a love triangle. He’ll play an important role in the story either way. Let me know if, at any point, people would like to see side pieces with Naruto.

Moving on!



Sasuke x Reader


You knew as soon as you saw Naruto at the local ramen shop that all genin were done for the day. Kakashi was a casual person only in attitude. When it came to ninjutsu, taijutsu, and survival he was merciless. “Great…” you muttered sharply, half cursing.

There went the tiny part of you that hoped Sasuke finished training early. Now all of the rookies would be free to ask questions!

The blonde slurped a lengthy noodle, bobbing his head to the right in effort to make it swing and not stick to his cheek. Naruto’s teeth looked especially sharp – dare you say vulpine? – as his lips quirked crookedly to guide the noodle along. He licked his lips, pausing.

A tingling ignited at the base of your neck. Naruto straightened, too. Those sky-blue eyes honed in on you. Your grandmother – who served as your sensei before her untimely death – often hypothesized that those with tailed beasts were more receptive to your chakra than most people. They seemed to know, innately, that you came from priestly blood.

He relaxed immediately, flashing a wide smile.

Your friendship with Naruto was only slightly younger than yours and Sasuke’s. Granny could never turn away a child, and Naruto obviously wanted attention. She felt that the villagers shouldn’t hate Naruto for what he contained, but thank him for it. Those who were chosen to become vessels for the tailed beasts were keeping their villages safe! That logic was passed down to you.

“What’s u—seriously? Aw man! Damn, Sasuke’s like a freaking disease! He’s infecting all the women!” complained the blonde loudly, stabbing at his ramen. Teuchi’s laugh could be heard from the kitchen. Said man appeared to saunter merrily by the annoyed blonde with a bowl for another customer. He whispered something to the young patron, nudging him with an elbow.

“Hey, shut up!” Naruto bellowed, jaw lowered to stretch his red cheeks. He turned away with a huff, eyes settling on you. “So what’s this about?” Naruto planted an elbow on the counter and leaned into it, fingers gesturing lazily to the pendant. His expression was long and thin, like he’d bitten into a piece of menma.

“Sasuke and I are dating.”

The words felt weird on your tongue. They made you buzz.  Were you slurring? No, you shook your head slightly, just hesitating. It was still very strange to you; almost enough to be a clever genjutsu.

“Mmmhm.” Naruto hummed skeptically, one eye screwed shut in a sour, critical way. He didn’t doubt you, but the idea that Sasuke was dateable. “You’d get more romance out of a dying fish…” he mumbled around a mouthful of noodles.


“It’s true!” defended the blonde after he swallowed. How could Sasuke, who only ever hurt feelings, know how to be nice? In some ways he felt like your brother. Or your best guy friend – no, the best guy friend you had! With your granny gone Naruto felt that he could comment on your love life.

He did not approve. Sasuke’s very name conjured images of fights (physical and verbal), that one time he got the jump on him and tied him up in the bathroom, and the day your granny died. Kakashi and the medics both barred him from entering the room. It didn’t require jōnin rank or even superior medical knowledge to see that shoving him next to Sasuke wasn’t a good idea.

“There’s more to Sasuke than what you see.” you assured, twirling your staff in the dirt lightly. Tapping it firmly, you added humorously and ominously, “Be nice or you’ll bring yourself bad things.”

“Like what?” retorted the prankster rhetorically. Your granny, ever-present as she dutifully watched over you, pulled Naruto from his seat. Her trademark move – which even you occasionally suffered from – was hair pulling. It was just enough to admonish, not to hurt. “Ow-wow-wow-wow-ow!” yipped Naruto, cheek smashed against the ground as he kicked like an angry child.

Your granny let go, smiling warmly. She chuckled softly, folding her hands calmly against her stomach.

“Old bag of bones…” grumped Naruto, rubbing his head. The townspeople quit looking at you weirdly and debating your sanity two generations ago. They’d familiarized themselves with the…uniqueness…of your clan. Ichiraku’s table rattled as she slapped a hand down in reprimand.

Thankful for the distraction, you quickly told him goodbye. Had to put distance between you before he thought of more questions. The burial appointment was important, too, of course.

A slimy, icy feeling painted your stomach. Naruto was simply the first of many to ask questions, you were sure. He’d probably be the nicest about it too…in his own way.

That gross, freezing sensation was justified. Ino Yamanaka’s boiling glower prickled your skin when you emerged from the appointment. She stood about two houses down from the blessed area. Using your Phantom Figure jutsu was tempting, but you refused. Dating Sasuke was nothing to be ashamed of or hide about.

If Sasuke wanted Ino they’d be going out already. You weren’t going to run from her just because she wasn’t happy. Maybe if you dealt with Ino she’d get it in her head that Sasuke was dating you. Maybe the other fangirls would see her devastation and back off.

A tickle started between your temples, hesitant and heavy. You moaned quietly. This was sure to cause a headache.

“I see you!” she called loudly. Her voice was powerful and steady. Hands on her hips, feet slightly spread—she looked immovable. Firm.

The inevitable was upon you. You stood close enough to see the emotions steaming and churning in her eyes.

“And I see you.” you replied with as much calm as you could muster. Most of the times you ignored Ino with ease. This time she couldn’t be ignored. Now that you were dating Sasuke this conversation had to happen.

“Who do you think you are, taking Sasuke?!” began the girl, “Why would he even want you? I mean…have you seen you hair? And, um, hi, you’re not even a kunoichi! You’re nothing, a nobody!”

Oh that was the wrong nerve. She was right. You weren’t a kunoichi. But she was also wrong; you were somebody. You were technically a temple maiden but you could also function as a priest in times of need. Your family made a name as excellent spies; perhaps on par with hers.

More importantly, you were Sasuke’s best friend—someone who’d been there when his family died.

You just couldn’t hold onto him when he drifted away.

“She is somebody.” argued a new, deep voice. Sasuke’s voice automatically registered in your ears. Instinctively, your eyes found his mouth. It was open just enough to spit out the statement. A rolling growl poured from his mouth; his lips vibrated and curled back against gnashing teeth.

Orange and yellow hues lit the inside of his mouth. He looked dragonish.

Ino choked on her words and squeaked. Sasuke seared her with a glare she could have only dreamed of giving you.

“She’s my girlfriend.” finished Sasuke, standing beside you. He snorted through his nose before drawing a shallow breath. The cavern of his mouth was lightless now. “You’re the nobody, Ino. Why would I ever want you?” he twisted her hateful words around. She raised her hand as if it could wade off his painful words.

The blonde retreated quickly, sniffling and shaken.

“Sasuke…” you turned to him. Your voice held gratefulness and disappointment. You’d worn Ino’s shoes often; you’d admired him from afar. Just…absently. Her rant had been cut short…probably by the jagged pieces of her broken heart.

“What?” Sasuke’s lip twitched enough to reveal his incisor. That motion usually announced a scoff-growl hybrid. He’d done that since you were little. Itachi’s pokes to the forehead normally caused the quirk. If he was doing it here, with you, you’d done something he hated.

Did you stare too long? How could he blame you? He’d sauntered in like your grouchy knight in shining armor! Was this his way of apologizing for bolting out your front door? Or proposing to you with a shout?

Maybe. Sasuke was also a very private person. Very easy to agitate, too. The fact that Ino was giving you grief about being his girlfriend—which was none of her damn business—in public could also be to blame. A few older villagers snickered and gossiped about the basically-orphaned Uchiha sticking up for his girlfriend in public.

Audibly so.

That would definitely put Sasuke in a bad mood. He didn’t like people teasing him and didn’t give them opportunities to do so. Not purposefully.

“I’m leaving.” Sasuke disguised his cringe with a sharp pivot and politely but swiftly made his way down the street. The sight of his ears burning red was clipped by a mother chasing after her daughters. Words caught in your throat, heart torn between melting and fluttering, you just stared after him. He was like smoke—black and looming one minute, then dissipating the next.

“Sasuke, wait!” the words finally tumbled out. Cursing your robes and the shuffling of fabric, you hurried after him. You tried your house first, sure he’d hide out there.

He wasn’t there.

You ran back into town. Sasuke didn’t like to be pestered. He’d be home, safe behind the gates of the Uchiha Compound.

“Sasuke!” a smile lit your face. It dimmed as you took him in. Dirt streaked his face. Beads of sweat carved paths down his cheeks. He reeked of earthy soil and moist leaves.

“What?” he grunted. That word confirmed it—he’d been in town with you. It was exactly the same. But how could he be so filthy so soon? The faded dirt on his gloved hands, the impression of his knees in the earth, told a story of hard, constant toil.

He was in the middle of planting another rose bush. A pair of shears sat by his right leg. Like last year, and every year since his mother’s passing, Sasuke expanded what had once been her garden. The stern young man carefully and coolly preened the red blooms.

“I came to say thank you…” you trailed off, realizing how stupid it was to say anything. Sasuke had obviously come straight home after training.

“For what?” Sasuke’s eagle eye spied a nonconforming leaf. He snipped it deftly with the shears. His fingers danced along the roses, tracing the fragile petals faintly. You didn’t answer, choosing to press your lips together. In a manner that was Fugaku incarnate, he analyzed you.

“Something happened.” he deduced, eyes narrowing. “Who complained? Sakura? Ino? Ino.”

Your silence said it all.

WHY ARE THEY SO ANNOYING?! Sasuke wanted to scream. Why did they even CARE? His roaring anger quivered. That hot rage had an undertone of childish, special warmth. Ino only confronted you because you’d worn his necklace.

I guess mom was right. It’s special…

Sasuke grumbled. He clipped a few choice roses before standing up. Wiping his face got rid of some of the dirt and a bit of sweat, but not his question. “Why did you think I was there?”

“You were. Or a clone was.”

“I didn’t send out any clones. I’ve been here since training ended.”

Who impersonated him? And…what did whoever it was say to make you smile? Why wasn’t it that easy for him? All he did was think of things that might make you smile and fuck it up.


Shuffling, rubbing his thumb across the stem of a rose, Sasuke coughed into his hand. Oh, good! you gave a breathy smile, this is as awkward for him as it is for me!

Sasuke thrust a rose towards you. “Here. Sorry about whatever happened.” he mumbled.

I’m sorry I wasn’t there…

“Thanks.” you grinned into the flower. The last time Sasuke handed you a flower was the first time you’d laughed at him for helping Mikoto in the garden.

“Why are playing with flowers? That’s silly!”

“I’m not playing!” Sasuke countered loudly. “I’m helping mom keep the flowers alive.”

“They need someone to take care of them,” Mikoto smiled as she tapped the underside of a bloom.  “Just like you need someone to take care of you!”

“Silly, silly!” you repeated in a singsong voice, skipping around. Maybe if Sasuke got angry enough he’d play tag with you! Sometimes it was really hard to make him play…

Sasuke whipped around, pouting and scoffing. He proudly hoisted the large shears before an open bloom. Tongue slipping out of his mouth just slightly, he clipped the rose.

“Silly, silly!” you continued to dance and spin. “Silly, si—”

There, right in your face, was a rose. The cool petals cupped your nose and clouded your vision. You backed up, flabbergasted.

“Silly.” Sasuke laughed, holding it out to you again.


It was so small, so quiet. His lips barely pushed the word out. A soft, satisfied smile graced his features.

Delicate. Serene. Open. Calm.

Yes…there was so much more to Sasuke than Naruto knew. He was perfect.

“C’mon.” Sasuke reached for your hand. On Uchiha property he held your hand fearlessly. Near the back of the plot was a small shrine. Raised and wooden, painted blue and red, it held one of his mother’s shuriken and his father’s baton. Their names were inscribed on two pieces of smooth granite.

The flowers bobbed in his hand. Sasuke moved to place them, but stopped. This was always hard.

Did he pick the right ones? Were the roses fully opened? Had he accurately trimmed away the thorns and leaves? “Do you think…” his voice failed him. Sasuke fought the reflex to tighten his hand, afraid to crush the stems.

“I love them, Sasuke! You’ve taken such good care of the garden, sweetheart!” Mikoto assured him, placing a hand to her heart. One found her son’s shoulder. Standing behind him, hugging his taller frame, you lowered his arm. Sasuke’s tenuous grip on his focus toughened; the feel of your robe and gentle fingers sliding along the length of his woke him back up. He set the roses down, empty hands finding yours.

You shared a quiet, respectful moment. When Sasuke couldn’t bear it anymore he clutched your hand harder. “Teach me…please…”


“Teach me to see ghosts. Please?”

“Are you sure?”

The Chunin Exams were swiftly approaching. You’d heard the villagers talking about it. Two weeks ago, when you oversaw the wake of fellow temple maid’s uncle, visitors asked to travel back with you. Plenty of noncitizens were due to arrive. Sasuke should be focusing his time on training, not learning how to see ghosts!


Sasuke wouldn’t ask if he wasn’t serious. You sighed. The love he had for his parents, the forlorn longing in his eyes as he gazed at the inscribed names, sealed it. You’d help him.

“Follow me.” you squeezed his hand. He pulled his hand from the glove as you approached the gate. Sasuke dropped the matching one before locking the iron pieces. Hands tucked in his pockets, he followed you through town and into the woods surrounding your house. “Wait here. Or move some of the furniture. We’re going to need an open space for the ritual.”

By the time you’d changed into normal clothes and collected a few things—chalk, incense, a tray, the family book, and a kunai—Sasuke pushed aside your couch, tucked a table behind it, and rolled up the area rug. He perched on the arm of the couch, watching you with interest. “Light please.” you quit tracing symbols and shapes across the floor long enough to point the incense stick in his direction.

Sasuke snorted, lips wiggling in a ghost of annoyance. What, was he a walking match or something?

“Do I really have to get up and find a match?”

Well that was an ego shot if he ever heard one! Fingers poised before his lips in the final symbol, Sasuke blew thinly and softly in the direction of the stick. Heat radiated from the smoldering tip. The warm glow colored your fingers. After a moment or two you snuffed the stick with a quick flick.

Smoke spun, arced, and shimmied into the air. You finished drawing the final character, shifting the incense and tray to an unmarked spot on your right. Sasuke stepped cautiously into the area. The perfumed burn of incense made his nose itch. He swore his heart rate was going to break medical records at any second.

The sight of you, the familiarity of your house, dulled his panic. This was new, foreign. Obviously something serious and intimate enough to require symbols. It could go very, very wrong.

But it wouldn’t. You were here. You’d always been there for him.

He offered his left hand at your wordless request. Book in your lap, you took his hand. “In return for sharing the secrets of my family, for granting you this gift at the irreversible cost of my own chakra, I ask you to spill your blood for me. I will bleed for you. Will you do the same?”

“Do I really need to answer that?” he wanted to ask, but didn’t. This part was clearly meant to gauge the loyalty of the one in question. Keeping with the formal feel, he said, “Yes.”

“Then together we shed our blood over the symbol of power and spirit in hopes that your eyes will be opened.” you placed a fingertip next to his and dragged the blade across both. His blood followed yours across the symbols. You left his hand to bleed over the symbol for power as you recited the blessing, the prayer, and painted the kanji for sight on his brow.

Sasuke shivered at the tangible change in the room. The air felt cooler. The nerves along his spine flailed in recognition of something unnatural. Spiritual energy swirled calmly but strongly about him. He felt it emanate from you in slow, deep pulses.

The young man closed his eyes. Voluntarily losing one of his senses helped manage the magnitude of such raw feelings. His fingers twitched reflexively as the tips of yours traced the lines of his palm. My hand is wet…Sasuke’s thoughts converged on the sensation.

“Now we will bring the plains together. You, of the physical world and limited sight, are earth. I, of the soul and ancient ceremonies, am heaven. With my blessing, with this motion, I complete the link. As heaven and earth will merge, so will you and I.”

He opened his aching eyes. They hurt as if he’d been staring at something for too long. The edges of his vision were hazy but he could still see you and the chakra passing from your hand to his. Shuddering wisps of white crackled in the air.

First one, right behind you, then another in the far corner. A third stood where the hallway opened into the living room. His shoulder felt cold and hot all at once. Sasuke looked at the milky appendage that burned his eyes, wincing as he followed it up to an aproned shoulder.

“…Mom?” her features were hard to discern. So bright they stung. If he stared hard enough he could see the curve of her cheek. Those long bangs that used to tickle his face. “Mom!” Sasuke jumped up, excited and disbelieving.

He ripped his hand from yours, arms shaking. Could he hug her? Would he go through her?

Mikoto’s hands cupped his cheek. Stroked the skin of his temple. Sasuke’s trembling thumbs pressed against the sides of her nose. He pinched her earlobes.

She was real. Real!

Sasuke’s head spun so hard he couldn’t think. The buzz and rattle of being exposed to spiritual energy intensified. It numbed him. “Mom! I’ve missed you! I…I lo—“ Sasuke couldn’t move his tongue anymore. The annoying buzz filled his mouth and turned heavy, like a mouthful of water.

“It was too much, wasn’t it?” Mikoto leaned over him. Sasuke’s cloudy mind figured out that he’d fallen back. But his head hadn’t hit the floor, so…

“Nothing’s too much for him. He’s an Uchiha.” his father’s voice sounded proud and amused.

Did I…finally make you proud? Sasuke tried to see Fugaku’s face through his lashes. Was he smiling happily? Or did he just have that knowing grin that came from raising a determined, hardheaded son?

“He’s a survivor.” you agreed. Sasuke stared at the underside of your chin and neck, eyes wandering down [h/l], [h/c] strands.

“He’s tired.” cooed Mikoto. “Oh, Fugaku, look! Remember when he stuffed himself silly at Itachi’s birthday? He looked just like that!”

“How could I not remember? He passed out on the bench! Your aunt thought he was dead.” Fugaku snorted.

“Shhh!” hushed Mikoto, “You’re keeping him awake!”

“He’s on his way out. The kid sleeps like a rock and you know it.”

“Rest easy, honey!” Mikoto waved to him.

But I’m not—Sasuke couldn’t even finish protesting. His heavy lids finally dropped. You sighed as his weight settled against your legs. “You’re so stubborn.” you laughed, pinching his nose. The boy failed to react.

Sasuke hadn’t even waited for you to explain the toll of the ritual or how it would affect his chakra until he learned to filter everything. He just dove right in! You patted his forehead affectionately.

Yeah, he was stubborn but he was yours.    

The second one! I'm personally proud of this one. I wanted to include that last scene about the ritual (totally made up, by the way) but couldn't find a nice way to end it. Now part three will be easier to get into.

Success! Ule 

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