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"Nami-swan! Robin chwan!" Sanji pirouetted across the upper deck, laden tray perfectly balanced on one outstretched hand. Coming to a stop between the lounge chairs the ladies currently occupied, he crooned. "Please take these tokens of my love and refresh yourselves!"
The cook basked in the glow of their attention as both glanced up from their respective reading to accept a drink with murmured appreciation. The hearts in his eyes danced with giddy happiness as he made his way back to the galley, oblivious to his surroundings.
Which was probably why he didn't notice Zoro's prone form next to the mast until he found himself sprawled across the other man.
"Oi!" The swordsman's eyes cracked open to glare at the blonde. "Bastard, watch where you're fucking going!" Strong hands closed on Sanji's shoulders and thrust him viole
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Jack's eyes opened slowly to reveal Pitch sitting in a large armchair beside the bed reading. The boy stretched out an arm and poked Pitch's leg with his sleeve covered hand. The Boogeyman looked up from his book. "So you're already awake?" Jack nodded, not wanting to speak, since his throat felt like he swallowed knives. Pitch got out a thermometer. "Open." The frost elf did as he was told and after a short time the numbers read: 89.
The Nightmare King sighed. "That's not good," and he began to walk into another room.
Jack looked confused and realized he didn't want to be alone. "Pitch, wait!" His scratchy voice managed to say.
The man huffed and turned round; his eyes looked like fire. "Jack, be quiet, you're only going to make yourself worse if you keep talking. Say another word and I'll give you nightmares for a week." The young guardian pouted angrily, but pulled the covers up over his mouth. Satisfied, Pitch left the room.
He returned shortly with a sm
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Jack Frost was walking alone in the woods, or at least that's what he believed. Not to far away Pitch laughed to himself. "So vulnerable. It's as if you want to be captured." Jack continued walking, completely oblivious to his stalker, do to that fact he was exhausted. Suddenly he heard a strange noise behind him. The guardian turned around, only to have a sharp object fly into his right arm.
"Gaah!" He shouted in surprise, quickly pulling the object out. It was a sharp arrowhead made of black sand. "Pitch," the boy mumbled as his vision blurred. He stumbled and hit the ground, his eyes refusing to stay open. The last thing he saw was Pitch walking towards him, a devious smile on his face.
When Jack woke all he could see was darkness. He tried to move, but realized he was trapped in vines of black sand. The guardian tried to break free, but the sand held him fast.
"Awake so soon?" Jack's eyes finally adjusted to the dark, and he glared at the figure approachi
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This is Berk, nice place, nice people and nice pets. The people who live here are Vikings; they are warriors and they never give up.
I spend most of the time here; I think it is like nine months.
By the way, my name is Jack, The Jack Frost. I'm the one who brings the winter, the one who makes the snow and the cool blizzards, and of course the one who makes the snowstorms. Why do I mention it? Well, that is all I know.
One night with a full moon, I woke up in a frozen lake. Then the moon told me that my name was Jack Frost, and that was all…
Umm, do you want more details about me? Well I'm apparently nineteen years old, I'm pretty tall, I have white and messy hair and I have blue eyes. I am always wearing a brown coat; under my coat I have a brown vest and a white long sleeved shirt, and brown pants… oh! And I don't wear any shoes, I like to feel the frozen ground under my feet.
Well this the story of how I
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I don't own Jack frost, Bunnymund or any other character from the Rise of the Guardians Universe, I just love them a lot!
Thanks to everyone who read and enjoyed the first part of the fic! I'm having a blast writing it and I'm so thrilled that people are enjoying it. This chapter was harder than I thought it would be, but I wanted to do it justice, and I like the way it turned out!
Aster sat in a small chair next to Jack's bed, staring at the winter spirit's face, which was so pale in nearly vanished into his pillow. He looked so much like he was sleeping that Aster kept expecting those ice blue eyes to pop open, that thin mouth to spread into a smile and tell everyone that he was fine and they could stop fussing over him. He wasn't sleeping though, he wasn't unconscious either. The guardians didn't have a clue what was afflicting their newest member, but the general consensus was it wasn't goo
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Disclaimer: I do not own Jack Frost, Bunnymund or any other characters from the Rise of the Guardians universe; I just love them a lot!
The Easter Bunny stood on the balcony of Santa's Workshop, looking out over the vast white expanse of the North Pole. The cold wind whiped his fur around, the thin layer doing nothing to protect him from its biting chill. He shivered in spite of himself, he wasn't used to cold like this, his brow furrowed as he tried to remember the last time he had felt this cold. It had been just over one hundred and four years ago, just before- "No." E. Aster Bunnymund said out loud, cutting the thought off right there.
He heard the sound of the door behind him opening a moment before the voice reached him "Bunnymund, what happened?" Said the Russian accented voice of Santa as he walked over to stand next to the rabbit. With no response forthcoming North continued "You need to talk. You show up in middle of workshop, carrying an unconscious Jack who is barely clingi
Alive and Warm (WWII Kyman AU/Part II)Eric had come for me after we’d returned from a day of work, demanding I follow him, which I did. By this point, the Eric Cartman I’d known had become nothing more than a collection of memories; this person, who wore the uniform and never smiled, never once acted as I had remembered him, was not Eric Cartman, but an imposter who’d stolen his skin and worn it was his own.More Like This
On the street, our presence would no doubt cause a great deal of trouble, so Eric whirled around the closest corner, leaving me to hopelessly follow behind him. Once we were in confidence, concealed by the dark cover of night, I spoke first. I felt I was entitled.
“What’s going on?” I asked him, not caring about whatever he’d so boldly come to tell me. Fear had dominated all of me. “We’ve never had hangings before now, random shootings. Oh god, Eric, what’s happening here?”
Eric’s lips were pressed so securely together as he stared me down, but I m
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The last few days were treacherously warm.
Of course, at the time, I hadn’t known they were the last days in the ghetto, up until the final seventy-two hours. But I was certain none of the others knew the significance of November 15th like I did, and even then, I felt as if I’d cheated.
On what was to become the final day, I woke before dawn to the shrill echoes of a whistle from the streets below. It was so cold, and I felt the contrast from days past to the marrow of my bones. My dreams had been pitiless, and the memories wafting from this deep disremembered part of me became all the more impractical upon my waking in a room as dusty and hard as this. Everything smelt of brick, dust, and ice, and winter’s cold grip had begun its worst on this small corner of the world overnight.
The wailing of Hena’s baby began from the opposite side of the room, and from my spot compressed between those whose language was foreign to my own, I could ove
I fell in love with a boy (boy love)(chap.7)He dragged me up to our hill. This hill had a large oak tree growing at his peak, it also had a view on the beautiful city. At night we would come here, lay down in the damp grass, and as we kissed,and cuddled, we would stare at the city and its shimmering lights.More Like This
This was our hill, we even had carved our names inside a heart, vowing to each other eternal love. So silly it all seems now, as we aren't together anymore.
We sat down, and he slowly cupped my hands, filling my heart with a heart wrenching, stinging sensation. He was now looking at me in the eyes; "tell me, what's wrong" he said pleadingly.
I can't I thought to myself, I can't tell him... "Please..?" He begged as his voiced cracked. Ugh I hated when he did this, he can manipulate me into doing anything just by his tone, his words and his face.
"I... Um I was thinking..." I paused and looked down, blushing; was I really going to tell him?
"I was thinking about us.. Actually." I bit my lips as I finished saying the last
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I ran towards the abandoned corridor, no one ever goes there, I'd be able to alone and cry without being bothered. Tears were still flowing down my face.
I slid down a wall in a corner, letting myself curl over on the floor, hiding my face in my hands. I was now crying harder and harder, sobbing loudly. Why was I crying so much, it wasn't a big deal, I knew he was going to reject me. I just didn't expect it to hurt this much. I deserved it though, after what I did to him.
Laying down on my side, hiding my face, rubbing the tears out of my eyes trying to stop crying. "please... stop crying" I said to myself as I passed my fingers into my hair, holding on to my head. I heard footsteps and stopped breathing, not wanting them to hear me. But my heart kept aching, and my mind kept making me hate myself more, and I couldn't help but let out a sob. I heard the footsteps stop and turn around, heading in my direction.
"is someone there?" I recognized Jacob's voice immedia
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It was another lazy morning when Nealson didn't have work and they just laid there with each other, neither of them willing to get up. So instead they did what they always did, just kissing and talking.
"So... you said the baby's a boy?" Nealson muttered, lips still pressed against Andrea's jaw and continuing to press lazy kisses to Andrea's neck and face.
"Yeah," Andrea smiled. "I was sort of hoping for a boy, actually," he chuckled softly.
"Oh? I sort of wanted a girl," Nealson shrugged. "But... a healthy baby is enough of a miracle for me, no matter the gender."
"I can imagine you with a little girl... You'd be way too protective, though," Andrea stated, tilting his head to be able to kiss Nealson on the lips.
"Damn right I'd be protective," Nealson stated. "No one will touch my baby girl and get away with it."
"Neal- do I have to remind you that we're having a boy?" Andrea laughed, grinning lazily at Nealson.
"Yeah but you said you want
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Neither of them actually expected to be able to carry children. Out of the males that could, most of them tended to be more feminine, smaller, curvier, with softer skin and an inability to grow any sort of facial hair. Not like them. They were tall, broad shouldered, muscled men that had to shave every few days or so to keep their stubble from becoming anything more than that and harder to handle. No one could look at one of them and ever say that they had any feminine qualities. At least not physically.
So, when their test results came back saying that they really didn't have the ability to carry children neither of them were surprised... but still disappointed as they sat across each other in the kitchen. They decided to swap letters- Andrea had Nealson's and Nealson had Andrea's. After opening them up and reading over them, they both shared the same sad-yet-longing look that told the other everything they needed to know.
Then again, they weren't poor.
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When Nealson woke up in the morning, he didn't feel like moving at all. It was just too perfect. After nearly three months of waking up alone in bed it was more comforting than annoying to feel that his arm had fallen asleep under Andrea's weight. He just couldn't care. Not when Andrea was still all cuddled up against him, fitted comfortably to him. And so he just laid there, taking his time to just look over Andrea.
The other male had become thinner in the hospital, his once defined and muscled body softened and thinned out. Well he was sure once Andrea was able to he'd be going back to the gym to fix that. For now, Nealson just slid his free hand over Andrea's bare chest, sliding down to rest on his hip, thumb rubbing circles against the scar there.
It wasn't long before Andrea woke up, eyes opening to look over at Nealson. "Morning," he muttered softly, leaning in to press his lips against Nealson's in a lazy morning kiss.
"Morning," Nealson re
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After their talk that day, Deandre ended up actually asking Zoe out the next time he saw him. By that time Zoe seemed to have gotten over whatever he'd had before. At least he looked a lot better and wasn't complaining at all. That day they went out to lunch at some small diner in town, Deandre purposely avoiding any high class places after what happened last time. Either way, they sat down and ordered, talking to each other while waiting.
At one point the conversation got onto Andrea and how he was doing. Deandre has only visited him a few times- even less than Zoe since he was either at work or actually with Zoe. Though Zoe told him there was talk of Andrea being able to come home soon and that the therapy was going really well.
"Oh, and I have an appointment today. Ultrasound and general check up," Zoe told him. "Nealson was going to come back and take me but if you had time..." he trailed off, looking over at Deandre.
"Yeah... Sure, I don't actua
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Upon first waking, he felt incredibly groggy and it took him a good several seconds to even realize he wasn't at home. His eyes shot open wide when that realization finally settled in. "N-Neal?" he tripped over his husband's name, looking around and struggling to try and sit up. His legs felt heavy and numb. It wasn't until he felt a soft but firm hand on his chest and gentle 'shush'ing by a familiar voice that he settled down and turned his head so he could look at Nealson.
"It's okay," the redhead continued to whisper at his husband's confused and scared look. He scooted his chair closer and leaned down to give Andrea a soft kiss which really was just a gentle brush of lips to comfort him. "You're alright, Drea," he muttered before he sat up again, looking across to Deandre and Zoe. The two seemed to get the idea after a moment and left.
"W-wha'happind? Where 'm I?" Andrea slurred out, the anesthesia not having worn completely off yet.
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Driving with a very much freaked out Nealson beside him wasn't exactly the easiest. Really, though he did have his driver's license he's drove a total of 3 times since getting it, not that he was letting Nealson know this right now. Zoe was just grateful he'd been able to find his driver's license before Nealson left without him. He was also glad that Nealson almost always just wore a pair of boxers and maybe a T-shirt sometimes at night, otherwise he was quite sure the redhead would have left without him.
But as it was, Nealson having to actually get dressed gave Zoe the time to find his license and get a coat and shoes on. Still, the man sitting beside him fidgeting and anxious wasn't helping things very much. Neither was the fact that it was freezing outside and a thin layer of ice covered most of the streets. Zoe just gripped the steering wheel tight and tried to focus on the road rather than Nealson. Or the still very nauseous feeling s
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Andrea wasn't quite sure what to do when he heard the cries coming from Zoe's room one morning. Loud sobbing and distressed yells. His first instinct was to go in and do whatever it took to wake Zoe up and comfort him but.. well... It was his room. Even if the door wasn't locked Andrea wasn't sure how Zoe would react to him just walking in. He bit his lip softly and heard another cluster of cries that completely broke down his resolve and made him open the door and walk in.
He paused slightly to look at Zoe, face twisted in pain, tears wetting his face, his body was twisted in a way that couldn't be comfortable and the sheets were only half on him, twisted and tangled, confining his limbs to the position they were in. He made sure not to stare too long and sat on the edge of the bed to try to wake him.
"Hey, Zoe... Come on honey, wake up," he said in a soft yet firm voice. "Zoe, come on," he said a little louder, reaching a hand out to gently grab
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I started this some time around two months or so ago~ XD
I have no idea actually... Just made one every time i felt like it~
Thought maybe i would have more of them before i decided to submit them...but... Im working on somthing els now... and its probably guna put these lil guys to shame.. ;: D
so I decided to submit them wile they will still be considered some of my best work XD
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I was rather happy today as I worked with Mira Jane in the counter. She was helping people with the request boards as I gave drinks to people. Mostly Cana but still it was a great day today . . . well almost. I was missing my boyfriend. He had been gone on a mission for a long time now, at least a month now. He said it wouldn’t take that long because he took his friends with him.
Gray was always so calm and relaxed but before he left he seemed tense about it. Natsu, Erza, Lucy, Happy as well as Wendy and Carla went with him. I swear with a team like that nothing could stop them. How Gray and Natsu weren’t S Class wizards was beyond me. Even Lucy was getting so strong.
Gray often spared against me because I was an S class wizard. That’s how we fell in love to begin with. We were sparing and he pinned me down. Like any cheesy novel we kissed and sparks flew. Gray and I kept it a secret from people. He thought it would be a good idea and so far it was.
Ice Make: Love [Gray Fullbuster x Reader]You were currently taking a break from the guild by playing in the snow throwing snow in random directions. Throwing another snowball, you heard a thump and ran towards the noise slightly worried since you did put a lot force in each snowball you threw. Only to see the resident ice mage, Gray, you sighed in relief knowing that his own element wouldn't affect him as much as a normal citizen. Helping him up, with him refusing the whole way, you checked around you guys making sure you wouldn't get attacked by water out of nowhere. Noticing it was only the two of you, you looked at him your eyes questioning why he was here. As if being able to know the unread question he simply replied with "training". Swiftly picking up a snowball you chucked it at him and quickly, you deflected a snowball with your telekinesis magic watching as it reversed and flew towards him. Shocked that his snowball came back at him did he remember that you use telekinesis magic. Deciding to throw many things at youMore Like This
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I could hear my alarm screeching in the distance and thought if I ignored it long enough, it would just disappear. Today was going to be horrible. It was Halloween, the worst holiday of the year and the most dangerous. People thought they could get away with anything as long as they were in costume and chalked it up as ‘trick’ for the holiday spirit. Somehow, though, I always got caught up in the ‘tricks’ and ended up getting killed in the most brutal way every Halloween.
Last year, it was when Cartman wasn’t very happy when the local dentist handed us floss as his treat. He decided that the best way to handle the situation was by egging the poor guy’s house. Unfortunately for me, an egg somehow got stuck in my throat and I choked for a full five minutes before I passed away. Also, none of the guys even noticed when I was flailing about with a blue face.
100 Truths.001. Real Name : Sarah Anne Estringel.More Like This
002. Nickname[s]: Sketchy, PurpleBitch, Sayruh.
003. Zodiac Sign: Taurus.
004. Male Or Female: Female.
005. Elementary: Nope.
006. Middle School: Nope.
007. High School: Nope.
008. Hair Color: Brown/black.
009. Long Or Short: Medium length.
010. Loud Or Quiet: Quiet.
011. Sweats Or Jeans: Jeans
012. Phone Or Camera: Phone. (Especially my iPhone 4!)
013. Health Freak: Nah. Well, i'm a hypochondriac.
014. Drink Or Smoke: Fuck no.
015. Do You Have A Crush On Someone: Yes.
016. Political orientation: --
017. Piercings: Ears.
018. Tattoos: Nah. I don't want one either. (Well maybe just a tiny one..)
HAVE YOU EVER [BEEN IN]:
019. Airplane: No.
020. Car Accident: Yes. But it wasn't anything big.
021. Fist Fight: No.
022. First piercing: Ears.
023. First Best Friend: My FIRST best friend...I think her name was Raylen. Met her in elementary. I haven't seen her since 2nd grade.
024. First Instrument played: Piano. I s
I dont even knowI'm not sure about anything really right now. It sucks because my aunt and uncle aren't moving out until my birthday in like 16 days. And hopefully my dad will let me get my computer back into my room. QAQ I MISS ALL MY FRIENDS AND MY PAINT TOOL SAIIIIIII....I LOVE YOU ALL!! *glomp*More Like This
Teacher!Austria x Student!Reader : SymphonyWARNING: Lime-ish. Honestly, I don't know what to classify this as, but there's a bit of sexual touching. :iconpervyfranceplz:More Like This
A perfectly polished, glossy piano sat, waiting eagerly for your touch.
You sighed softly, running your fingertips over it.
You couldn't bring yourself to admit it, but you had begun to lose interest in your piano playing.
Nights were spent slaving over dozens of complex, advanced musical notes, but despite all your efforts and attempts to peak your interest, you still could not keep that once fiery, burning passion for your music.
This’ll be my last lesson with Mr. Edelstein, you thought with a hint of remorse.
Said man entered the room, nodding as you quickly sat down and prepared your music.
“Good afternoon, (Y/N).” He sat down in his chair, adjacent to the piano.
You couldn’t help but ogle his perfection, and the calm, melodic accent made him all the more desirable.
You gulped, chasing these inappropriate thou