Post by habu on Dec 19, 2009 18:36:35 GMT -5
Just some stories/fanfics that are most likely doomed to never be finished. I haven't revised them before posting here, so please excuse the errors.
Title: Knights and Wolves
Fandom: Jane and the Dragon
Notes: The characters are Mary-Sue self-inserts which should, by no means, be taken seriously.
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There are knights, and there are dragons. There are creatures beyond the wildest fathoms of our imaginations, and there are ordinary humans. And then, there is us. We are half and half, really. Sometimes one thing, sometimes another. We do not fit into any world but our own. And our own world, populated only by those like us, has diminished so drastically that, as far as I know, it contains only me and my sister.
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The ground crunches beneath my boots. It has been quite a while since I felt the pebbles that make up a road beneath my feet. This little town, overshadowed by a small castle, looks so inviting that for a moment I can forget all the hardships that we've faced and pretend that I have lived here all my life, accepted. I look behind me and watch my older sister climb down from the stone wall that seperated us from town. She rushes over to me, red dress trailing behind her. Slipping her smooth, pale hand into my own tanned one, she gives me a reassuring smile.
After traveling for who knows how long, we reached this town. That's how it always goes; we find a town and stay there for as long as we can, doing hard work for food and a place to stay. But what happens next is always inevitable. Things get stirred up, suspcions arise, and the townspeople turn from friendly to utterly ferocious in less than a week. This has happened in different levels and occurences at least five times over the years. It is possible to live in the woods, with our gifts, but far from pleasant.
The castle is the first place we will head - the King, or his Chamberlain, will know with all certainty whether or not there is room for us strangers in this town. Perhaps, like in a few other instances I can recall, they will even be so helpful as to tell us where we might find work. After an uneventful walk, we reach the castle gates.
There is no interrogation from the gaurd who is positioned in front of the two huge, wooden doors, though he gives us a rather suspicious glare as he opens the gates. The inside is beautiful - perfectly manicured gardens and clean stone walls. We find our way to the main hall without too much difficulty. I am fairly surprised when we are let in to see the king without question. However, I soon realize that we are thought to be villagers, who may come with thier problems to the king.
The King sits upon one of two thrones, the other being empty. He and what I assume to be his Chamberlain are in the middle of a discussion. However, both stop talking as we step into the room. I stop walking before my sister, who continues approaching the throne, and then proceeds to bow so low that her nose nearly touches the stone floor.
"Your highness." She murmurs, and comes out of her bow. "My name is Eris, and my sister and I have come from a near town to seek work and shelter. We would both be humbled by your generosity if you would allow us to search the town for..." I stop listening to what she is saying, knowing that, if anyone can convince this King, it will be her. As she speaks, she looks him straight in the eye, her lime green ovals unblinking. Her nose is small and upturned, and her lips frown, but her expression is far from worried. Her long red hair and pale complexion make us look nothing alike, at first glance. However, we are blood-related. She is indeed my sister.
I myself have the same oval, slanted eyes as she, though mine are grey. My mouth is like hers, although my nose is longer and does not tilt up. My skin tans quite easily, and is therefore much darker than hers, and my hair is dirt brown, and cropped close to my face. I abandon my thoughts for now and instead watch my sister wrap up her conversation with the king. He is nodding thoughtfully, and then opens his mouth to speak.
"I'm afraid I am not quite up to date with everthing that happens in this town," He admitted, and my sister's face falls. "....although are a few positions here at that castle. And I think that there is a small chamber here that no one is using."
My sister beams. "I am sure that we will be able to accept any job."
The king returns her smile. "Wonderful. We are in need of a cleaning service around the castle." He rubs his chin. "Maids, if you will."
My sister curtsies, and out of habit, I follow suit. The Chamberlain leaves the room and returns a few minutes later with a frail girl, her black hair in a long braid.
In a wheedling voice, the Chamberlain announces, "Pepper will show you around the castle; for today, at least, you may stay in your chamber. Tommorow morning, at sunrise, Pepper will wake you so that you may prepare for your work."
We nod in unison, and follow the pale girl out of the room. We traverse throughout the whole castle, which isn't nearly as as large as it seemed from outside, though I lose interest fairly soon and instead dive into my thoughts until we reach the chamber that will now be ours. It is completely empty, save two beds, and a tiny table. The beds are small, but the room is smaller, with one tiny window. It is not uncomfortable, although our original home was much more welcoming. I can barely remember it, though. The girl - Pepper - leaves us, and we unpack our very few belongings. I sit on the bed and watch my sister, who watches me.
"You're worried." She observes.
I do not deny it. "Yes. Eris, what will we do...." I lower my voice, though no one is here to hear us. "...on the full moon?"
"Stay indoors, or at the very least, out of sight." She assurd me.
"But Eris!" I moan. "If we are found out by the king, he will have us slaughtered."
She gets up and puts her hands on my shoulder. "If that should happen, by the time he makes the decree, we will already be gone." She wraps me in a firm embrace. "We will worry about it only if it should come to that." We both look out the window at the sun, which has already lowered in the sky. "The night is still new. Come with me tonight; we will enjoy it."
Title: Maybe
Fandom: Three Delivery
Notes: I can't remember if I actually submitted this one to FF.net
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Maybe saying "I love you" was this hard for everyone. It would be easier, of course, if it was the same kind of affectionate statement you might offer all your other friends, in that carefree sort of tune. But that wasn't the case. But it had to be said, or else the statement would sit right on top of the heart, growing heavier and heavier, and would most likely burst out at the most inappropriate moment, or perhaps simply fester there.
Maybe it would have been eaier if they were typical, a normal higschool couple. But they weren't; not even clothes. Irregardless to the fact that they lived a supernatural life, he was still in love with another boy.
Maybe he was being too rash when he reached out and grabbed Sid's hand, opening his mouth and waiting for the words to choke out. It didn't matter when they wouldn't, because it was a lost cause.
Maybe it didn't <i>really</i> hurt when Sid tugged his hand back out of his grasp with an awkward jerk.
Maybe he shouldn't have stopped walking.
Maybe he shouldn't have cared when Sid kept going and didn't turn back.
Title: Opie
Fandom: None; Original
Notes: This one's premise ended up sounding too much like a bad imitation. This Ophelia is not the other Opie from the RP.
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The dream is always the same.
I'm in a foggy city. The fog itself seems unreal and its haze seems to shift my view of the buildings every few seconds so that it appears they are switching places with one another. And every time, without fail, I hear that sound. The sound of quick steps, echoing harshly against the brick walls of the shops and townhouses. I'm in what I can only assume is the Town Square. There is a massive clock tower above me, and it is the only thing that remains unchanged by the mists. The buildings around it bend over me awkwardly, but the clock tower stands straight and tall.
Then it strikes midnight.
As the bell moans, she appears. Dressed all in red, her hair is parted completely evenly, and there is a red carnation tucked behind her ear. It's like looking in a mirror. I see my own long brown hair, my own freckled cheeks and narrow nose. I see my pale lips and high brows. But her eyes are green. Mine are blue. And then she speaks, and there are a thousand echoes that follow the single word that passes from her to me. My name.
"Ophelia."
Title: I couldn't come up with a fitting one that wasn't retarded.
Fandom: Hetalia
Notes: Boobs. I will never be un-ashamed to revise this, so this is all you get. It will never see the light of day. Or should I say, the light of Fanfiction.net. I should have tried to make it go on longer; it wraps up way too quickly. I hate it, mostly. P:
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In some respects, routine could grow tiring and unappealing after time. But for Ludwig, this would never be the case. Routine was an efficient and reliable thing, something that helped him accomplish what he needed to. But in some cases, routine was a pattern he began to despise. The fact that, without fail, he woke up each morning with Feliciano snuggling up against his chest, was part of such a routine. He often wondered why, exactly, Feliciano always chose to sleep in his bed. Perhaps he had nightmares, or it was simply a habit to sleep with another person, but either way he ended up in Ludwig's bed just the same.
This morning, just the same as the now countless mornings before it, Ludwig woke up with Feliciano pressed firmly against his torso, arms wrapped around his sides. And yet the blond had a distinct sense that, somehow, this day was going to be different. The covers on his bed were tussled, and all that was visible of the smaller man was the very top of his head. A single red-brown curl stuck itself out stubbornly from the rest, and Ludwig watched it bob up and down with Feliciano's breathing for a few moments, allowing himself to wake up enough to prepare for kicking Feliciano out of his bed.
" Italy." He began, his voice rough with exhaustion. "Get off me now...please."
He received the same response one might expect from a young child - a high pitched "Noooooo."
The other nation tightened his grip, and it was at that moment that Ludwig instantaneously felt that something wasn't quite right. Maybe it was that Feliciano's grip seemed weaker, or that his voice had seemed a couple octaves higher. Or perhaps it was the fact that something seemed to be squishing into his stomach.
Wait, what?
Sitting up, Ludwig gently took Feliciano by the shoulders and pried the Italian off him. And then gaped. Still in his grip, Feliciano yawned loudly and blinked blearily a couple of times. Being less than intelligent, it took him several seconds to notice that Ludwig was staring at him, his body completely stiff.
"Ve?" Feliciano gasped. "Germany? Germany, what's wrong?"
Ludwig managed to choke out one word. "B...Boobs." He then dropped back onto the bed in a dead faint.
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Someone was roughly shaking his shoulder. Ludwig squinted in confusion as vague shapes formed into more familiar objects. The dresser, the shelf above his bed, the nightstand, Italy, the...
"Oh my god!" Ludwig jumped up and smashed his skull painfully against the shelf.
"Germany!" Feliciano exclaimed. He rushed to embrace Ludwig, beaming. "You woke up! I was so worried that you were gonna sleep forever!" He stood standing for a moment, still smiling, and then gasped. "Oh yeah! It's so weird, but I think I'm a girl now." The statement sounded like more of an afterthought.
"Italy..." Ludwig began. He searched for an appropriate question, but in the end could only find one "...How?"
"I don't know." was Feliciano's blunt answer. He began humming and twirled a strand of his hair, now reaching just past his shoulders in length, around his finger. Rubbing his head, Ludwig got unsteadily to his feet. OK, he told himself . This was no big deal. He'd been through war, battles, and training Italy - this surely paled in comparison. Certainly Feliciano himself didn't seem to mind.
"It's fine." He muttered to himself. He looked over at Feliciano; he was still about the same height, but his frame was smaller, and there were a few more obvious changes that Ludwig chose not to dwell on. "There's nothing about Italy being a female that will hinder our training in any way." Contradicting this statement, he was hit with another wave of dizziness and was forced to sit down on the bed, lest he risk fainting again. He took a deep breath. "We...no, I can do this."
Feliciano bounded back over to Germany, delight painted all over his features. "Look, Germany, look!" He pointed giddily to his hair, which had been fastened up in two separate tails with spare string. "I can put my hair into pigtails!"
Ludwig clasped his hand over his mouth and moaned. "I can't do this."
Feliciano, sensing the mood for once, suggested nervously, "Germany? I'm ready for training...if....if you want to, that is."
Rubbing his temple, Ludwig agreed absentmindedly. "Yeah, sure. Fine."
Feliciano grinned, and then proceeded to slip out of his shirt.
"Gah!" Ludwig flushed, and turned his head immediately. "What are you doing?"
"I'm changing into my uniform." Feliciano replied, confused. "You never told me off for undressing in front of you before."
"Italy." Ludwig began, trying his hardest to be patient as he explained. "You're a girl now. It's not very...appropriate...for a girl to change clothes in front of a boy."
"Oh." Feliciano frowned, brow furrowing. He very slowly backed out of the room. He returned a minute later with an expression of disbelief. "My clothes don't fit anymore!"
It was true. While his height was about the same, his frame was much smaller, and his usual blue uniform hung loosely and awkwardly from his shoulders and hips. Ludwig blanched. Being a slight perfectionist, he felt the sudden impulse to go out and buy a new uniform for Italy. Then he shook his head, muttering aloud, "No, it'll be fine."
"Huh?" Feliciano enquired.
"Nothing." He grunted. Grateful that he had slept mostly clothed, he slipped his jacket over his shoulders and pulled on his boots, announcing, "Now, let's get started with that training."
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"Where's Japan?" Feliciano asked.
He and Ludwig were waiting for said nation in the place where they usually met to begin their training. Ludwig was a bit alarmed; Kiku was almost never late. If anything at all might deter him - and Ludwig did mean anything - Kiku would call and warn the German before hand that he would be delayed. But Ludwig didn't have long to ponder Kiku's absence - he soon spotted the black-haired country trotting over the crest of a grassy hill. Kiku stumbled to a stop in front of Ludwig. "Terribly sorry for my tardiness. I was..." He trailed off as he caught sight of Feliciano.
"Italy?" He croaked.
"Ve." Felciano confirmed.
Kiku cleared his throat. "Well. This is different." Then he turned his attention back to Ludwig. "So. What are we doing today?"
"Ah." Ludwig blinked, a little shocked by Kiku's reaction - or rather, lack thereof. "Allright. Training. Let's start with ten laps!"
Japan nodded and Italy moaned, but had learned by this point to keep his complaints in the form of an inaudible mumble. The three took off running, and Ludwig soon took the lead. Kiku, despite his constant complaints of his aging body, was able to keep up with Ludwig for the most part. Feliciano, however, almost instantly began to lag behind. By the time they turned the first corner around the pasture, Italy was almost out of sight. Grunting in annoyance, Ludwig slowed down and eventually turned around, motioning for Kiku to keep running without him. He jogged towards Feliciano, but as he watched, the Italian's pant leg was caught underneath his shoe. Feliciano instantly stumbled and fell over painfully, landing with his face in the dirt. Ludwig stopped at Italy's side and offered his hand to pull Feliciano up. Feliciano struggled to lift himself off the ground. Clumps of dirt and grass stuck to his face and sleeves.
"Oooooowww!" Italy wailed. Ludwig felt his heart squeeze.
"That hurt a lot!" Feliciano burst into tears. "I don't want to wear this uniform anymore."
Kneeling down, Ludwig rubbed the back of his neck and awkwardly began to pat Feliciano on the back. By the time Kiku had completed the first lap and stopped next to them, Ludwig had caved. "Italy, I suppose we could take some time off to go..." No, he would most definately not say "shopping.""...look for a new uniform for you."
Wiping his eyes, Feliciano gave a fragile smile. "Do you mean it?"
Ludwig nodded briskly while Kiku stared on silently. Helping the brunette to his feet, Ludwig was almost unsurprised when Feliciano began bounding around with excitement at the prospect of a new uniform.
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"How about this one?"
Feliciano twirled around in the light blue uniform, absolutely glowing. Kiku smiled politely and clapped, humoring the other nation, but Ludwig, who was sitting in a chair widely reserved for husbands who were waiting for their wives to finish trying things on, was about ready to pass out again from boredom.
"Germany?" Feliciano's voice cut into his thoughts, and Ludwig looked up. "What do you think of this one?"
Ludwig examined the uniform halfheartedly. For the past half hour, the italian had tried on a large number of uniforms, and Ludwig had very quickly lost interest. His patience with his team members was wearing thin, and by this point he was determined to return to training.
"It looks fine." Germany grunted. Italy frowned at his responce. He had given the same one for the previous uniform, as well as all the others before it. Sensing Feliciano's dissatisfaction, Germany furrowed his brows as he realized that until he gave a satisfactory comment, he would not be getting out of this shop. Truthfully, the uniform wasn't ugly. It was a light blue, with a similar jacket as his old one, but instead of pants, this one had a skirt. "It looks good." Ludwig eventually asserted.
Feliciano grinned, and announced that this was the one he wanted. Ludwig exhaled in relief, and offered to pay for it. While at the counter, he did his best to ignore the clerk's suggestive glances at he and Feliciano by striking up a conversation.
"So, Italy. You must like blue." He didn't really assume the other nation did; it was just a way to avoid interacting with the store personnel.
"I actually love it!" Feliciano announced, surprising Ludwig a bit. "So many nice things are blue. Like the sky, the ocean, and....your eyes."
Ludwig's eyebrows shot upward and he gaped at Italy. "What?"
"Nothing." Italy smiled. His curl bobbed as he accepted the bag containing his new uniform from the giggling cashier.
Ludwig watched the Italian exit the store ahead of him, still shell shocked. Did he just say what I thought he did? he wondered.
He had to dash forward to catch up with Feliciano. "Where's Japan?"
Feleciano looked around in confusion, and Ludwig followed suit. Sure enough, the shortest of the group was nowhere to be seen.
"Well, we'd better stay here until he gets back." Ludwig grunted, but as soon as he had said so, Feliciano exclaimed, "Look! Gelato!"
The brunette dashed across the street, and after a brief internal battle and a growl of frustration, Ludwig raced after him. By the time he reached the shop, Italy was already at the counter, ordering two chocolate gelatos. Feliciano was beaming as Ludwig marched through the door, and just as the blond opened his mouth to reprimand him, Italy shoved a spoonful of the frozen treat through Ludwig's lips. Ludwig almost choked, and swallowed immediately.
"No!" Feliciano scolded him. "You're supposed to savor it." He began to attempt to force-feed Ludwig another bite, but Ludwig blocked the spoon with his hand.
"Italy, I can feed myself, thanks." He said, pursing his lips.
"Yeah, but if I don't feed it to you, you won't eat it on you own." Feliciano pointed out.
"That's not true!" Ludwig contradicted. Stubbornly, he grabbed one of the plastic bowls of gelato and ate another spoonful. Swallowing, he decided that it wasn't bad. Not great, sure, but not bad.
Feliciano laughed giddily, and Ludwig found that his face was heating up. He could hardly claim that this wasn't enjoyable. He liked spending time with Italy, though he would never admit it to anyone, himself included. Italy seemed to notice that Ludwig was staring at him. And then the Italian did something almost completely unexpected.
He kissed Ludwig full on the lips.
Ludwig's first impulse was to shove him away, but then he realized something. He had always liked Italy. A lot. But the main thing that set them apart was being the same gender. But here, now, nobody would judge him. Italy was a girl right now, and this was OK. He kissed back.
It was firm but warm, and tasted faintly of chocolate. Ludwig felt a little lightheaded and Feliciano reached his hand up to cup the back of Ludwig's neck. They stayed there for a while, until Ludwig's fingers started feeling strange and they had to break apart, gasping.
Just moments later, Italy pointed back at the counter. "Look, it's Japan!"
Sure enough, said country was smirking like a cat with a mouse as he stared boldy across the room at the other two.
Ludwig turned around, flushing red as a tomato while Feliciano waved.
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The first thing that Ludwig became aware of when he woke up was the rain pounding against the windows. The second was the warm body curled up against his own. He let the memories from yesterday flow back. Was Italy still...? Hesitantly, he peeled back the covers, slightly amazed at the sight of a complete normal, male Felicinano. As if sensing Ludwig's gaze, Feliciano blinked and then opened his eyes, smiling up at the blond tiredly. A few more moments passed, and then Feliciano sat up, looking himself up and down.
"I'm a boy again!" He exclaimed delightedly. Then he frowned.
"What's wrong?" Ludwig demanded, sitting up as well.
"It's just..." Feliciano began to look more upset. "Yesterday...we...I like Germany a whole lot in that way, and...I know that Germany must like me back a little...But..." He looked up, eyes brimming with unshed tears. "It wasn't because I was a girl, was it?"
Ludwig surprised himself by immediately answering, "No. Never." He swallowed. "Italy? I like you for you." Reaching out, he cupped Italy's cheek in his palm. "I always have."
A couple of tears trickled down Feliciano's cheeks, but he laughed. "Really?"
Ludwig smiled. "Really. Boy or girl..." He wrapped his arms around the brunette and held him tightly. "I....love you."
There are more, somewhere, but I'm too tired and stressed to try and locate them.
Title: Knights and Wolves
Fandom: Jane and the Dragon
Notes: The characters are Mary-Sue self-inserts which should, by no means, be taken seriously.
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There are knights, and there are dragons. There are creatures beyond the wildest fathoms of our imaginations, and there are ordinary humans. And then, there is us. We are half and half, really. Sometimes one thing, sometimes another. We do not fit into any world but our own. And our own world, populated only by those like us, has diminished so drastically that, as far as I know, it contains only me and my sister.
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The ground crunches beneath my boots. It has been quite a while since I felt the pebbles that make up a road beneath my feet. This little town, overshadowed by a small castle, looks so inviting that for a moment I can forget all the hardships that we've faced and pretend that I have lived here all my life, accepted. I look behind me and watch my older sister climb down from the stone wall that seperated us from town. She rushes over to me, red dress trailing behind her. Slipping her smooth, pale hand into my own tanned one, she gives me a reassuring smile.
After traveling for who knows how long, we reached this town. That's how it always goes; we find a town and stay there for as long as we can, doing hard work for food and a place to stay. But what happens next is always inevitable. Things get stirred up, suspcions arise, and the townspeople turn from friendly to utterly ferocious in less than a week. This has happened in different levels and occurences at least five times over the years. It is possible to live in the woods, with our gifts, but far from pleasant.
The castle is the first place we will head - the King, or his Chamberlain, will know with all certainty whether or not there is room for us strangers in this town. Perhaps, like in a few other instances I can recall, they will even be so helpful as to tell us where we might find work. After an uneventful walk, we reach the castle gates.
There is no interrogation from the gaurd who is positioned in front of the two huge, wooden doors, though he gives us a rather suspicious glare as he opens the gates. The inside is beautiful - perfectly manicured gardens and clean stone walls. We find our way to the main hall without too much difficulty. I am fairly surprised when we are let in to see the king without question. However, I soon realize that we are thought to be villagers, who may come with thier problems to the king.
The King sits upon one of two thrones, the other being empty. He and what I assume to be his Chamberlain are in the middle of a discussion. However, both stop talking as we step into the room. I stop walking before my sister, who continues approaching the throne, and then proceeds to bow so low that her nose nearly touches the stone floor.
"Your highness." She murmurs, and comes out of her bow. "My name is Eris, and my sister and I have come from a near town to seek work and shelter. We would both be humbled by your generosity if you would allow us to search the town for..." I stop listening to what she is saying, knowing that, if anyone can convince this King, it will be her. As she speaks, she looks him straight in the eye, her lime green ovals unblinking. Her nose is small and upturned, and her lips frown, but her expression is far from worried. Her long red hair and pale complexion make us look nothing alike, at first glance. However, we are blood-related. She is indeed my sister.
I myself have the same oval, slanted eyes as she, though mine are grey. My mouth is like hers, although my nose is longer and does not tilt up. My skin tans quite easily, and is therefore much darker than hers, and my hair is dirt brown, and cropped close to my face. I abandon my thoughts for now and instead watch my sister wrap up her conversation with the king. He is nodding thoughtfully, and then opens his mouth to speak.
"I'm afraid I am not quite up to date with everthing that happens in this town," He admitted, and my sister's face falls. "....although are a few positions here at that castle. And I think that there is a small chamber here that no one is using."
My sister beams. "I am sure that we will be able to accept any job."
The king returns her smile. "Wonderful. We are in need of a cleaning service around the castle." He rubs his chin. "Maids, if you will."
My sister curtsies, and out of habit, I follow suit. The Chamberlain leaves the room and returns a few minutes later with a frail girl, her black hair in a long braid.
In a wheedling voice, the Chamberlain announces, "Pepper will show you around the castle; for today, at least, you may stay in your chamber. Tommorow morning, at sunrise, Pepper will wake you so that you may prepare for your work."
We nod in unison, and follow the pale girl out of the room. We traverse throughout the whole castle, which isn't nearly as as large as it seemed from outside, though I lose interest fairly soon and instead dive into my thoughts until we reach the chamber that will now be ours. It is completely empty, save two beds, and a tiny table. The beds are small, but the room is smaller, with one tiny window. It is not uncomfortable, although our original home was much more welcoming. I can barely remember it, though. The girl - Pepper - leaves us, and we unpack our very few belongings. I sit on the bed and watch my sister, who watches me.
"You're worried." She observes.
I do not deny it. "Yes. Eris, what will we do...." I lower my voice, though no one is here to hear us. "...on the full moon?"
"Stay indoors, or at the very least, out of sight." She assurd me.
"But Eris!" I moan. "If we are found out by the king, he will have us slaughtered."
She gets up and puts her hands on my shoulder. "If that should happen, by the time he makes the decree, we will already be gone." She wraps me in a firm embrace. "We will worry about it only if it should come to that." We both look out the window at the sun, which has already lowered in the sky. "The night is still new. Come with me tonight; we will enjoy it."
Title: Maybe
Fandom: Three Delivery
Notes: I can't remember if I actually submitted this one to FF.net
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Maybe saying "I love you" was this hard for everyone. It would be easier, of course, if it was the same kind of affectionate statement you might offer all your other friends, in that carefree sort of tune. But that wasn't the case. But it had to be said, or else the statement would sit right on top of the heart, growing heavier and heavier, and would most likely burst out at the most inappropriate moment, or perhaps simply fester there.
Maybe it would have been eaier if they were typical, a normal higschool couple. But they weren't; not even clothes. Irregardless to the fact that they lived a supernatural life, he was still in love with another boy.
Maybe he was being too rash when he reached out and grabbed Sid's hand, opening his mouth and waiting for the words to choke out. It didn't matter when they wouldn't, because it was a lost cause.
Maybe it didn't <i>really</i> hurt when Sid tugged his hand back out of his grasp with an awkward jerk.
Maybe he shouldn't have stopped walking.
Maybe he shouldn't have cared when Sid kept going and didn't turn back.
Title: Opie
Fandom: None; Original
Notes: This one's premise ended up sounding too much like a bad imitation. This Ophelia is not the other Opie from the RP.
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The dream is always the same.
I'm in a foggy city. The fog itself seems unreal and its haze seems to shift my view of the buildings every few seconds so that it appears they are switching places with one another. And every time, without fail, I hear that sound. The sound of quick steps, echoing harshly against the brick walls of the shops and townhouses. I'm in what I can only assume is the Town Square. There is a massive clock tower above me, and it is the only thing that remains unchanged by the mists. The buildings around it bend over me awkwardly, but the clock tower stands straight and tall.
Then it strikes midnight.
As the bell moans, she appears. Dressed all in red, her hair is parted completely evenly, and there is a red carnation tucked behind her ear. It's like looking in a mirror. I see my own long brown hair, my own freckled cheeks and narrow nose. I see my pale lips and high brows. But her eyes are green. Mine are blue. And then she speaks, and there are a thousand echoes that follow the single word that passes from her to me. My name.
"Ophelia."
Title: I couldn't come up with a fitting one that wasn't retarded.
Fandom: Hetalia
Notes: Boobs. I will never be un-ashamed to revise this, so this is all you get. It will never see the light of day. Or should I say, the light of Fanfiction.net. I should have tried to make it go on longer; it wraps up way too quickly. I hate it, mostly. P:
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In some respects, routine could grow tiring and unappealing after time. But for Ludwig, this would never be the case. Routine was an efficient and reliable thing, something that helped him accomplish what he needed to. But in some cases, routine was a pattern he began to despise. The fact that, without fail, he woke up each morning with Feliciano snuggling up against his chest, was part of such a routine. He often wondered why, exactly, Feliciano always chose to sleep in his bed. Perhaps he had nightmares, or it was simply a habit to sleep with another person, but either way he ended up in Ludwig's bed just the same.
This morning, just the same as the now countless mornings before it, Ludwig woke up with Feliciano pressed firmly against his torso, arms wrapped around his sides. And yet the blond had a distinct sense that, somehow, this day was going to be different. The covers on his bed were tussled, and all that was visible of the smaller man was the very top of his head. A single red-brown curl stuck itself out stubbornly from the rest, and Ludwig watched it bob up and down with Feliciano's breathing for a few moments, allowing himself to wake up enough to prepare for kicking Feliciano out of his bed.
" Italy." He began, his voice rough with exhaustion. "Get off me now...please."
He received the same response one might expect from a young child - a high pitched "Noooooo."
The other nation tightened his grip, and it was at that moment that Ludwig instantaneously felt that something wasn't quite right. Maybe it was that Feliciano's grip seemed weaker, or that his voice had seemed a couple octaves higher. Or perhaps it was the fact that something seemed to be squishing into his stomach.
Wait, what?
Sitting up, Ludwig gently took Feliciano by the shoulders and pried the Italian off him. And then gaped. Still in his grip, Feliciano yawned loudly and blinked blearily a couple of times. Being less than intelligent, it took him several seconds to notice that Ludwig was staring at him, his body completely stiff.
"Ve?" Feliciano gasped. "Germany? Germany, what's wrong?"
Ludwig managed to choke out one word. "B...Boobs." He then dropped back onto the bed in a dead faint.
---
Someone was roughly shaking his shoulder. Ludwig squinted in confusion as vague shapes formed into more familiar objects. The dresser, the shelf above his bed, the nightstand, Italy, the...
"Oh my god!" Ludwig jumped up and smashed his skull painfully against the shelf.
"Germany!" Feliciano exclaimed. He rushed to embrace Ludwig, beaming. "You woke up! I was so worried that you were gonna sleep forever!" He stood standing for a moment, still smiling, and then gasped. "Oh yeah! It's so weird, but I think I'm a girl now." The statement sounded like more of an afterthought.
"Italy..." Ludwig began. He searched for an appropriate question, but in the end could only find one "...How?"
"I don't know." was Feliciano's blunt answer. He began humming and twirled a strand of his hair, now reaching just past his shoulders in length, around his finger. Rubbing his head, Ludwig got unsteadily to his feet. OK, he told himself . This was no big deal. He'd been through war, battles, and training Italy - this surely paled in comparison. Certainly Feliciano himself didn't seem to mind.
"It's fine." He muttered to himself. He looked over at Feliciano; he was still about the same height, but his frame was smaller, and there were a few more obvious changes that Ludwig chose not to dwell on. "There's nothing about Italy being a female that will hinder our training in any way." Contradicting this statement, he was hit with another wave of dizziness and was forced to sit down on the bed, lest he risk fainting again. He took a deep breath. "We...no, I can do this."
Feliciano bounded back over to Germany, delight painted all over his features. "Look, Germany, look!" He pointed giddily to his hair, which had been fastened up in two separate tails with spare string. "I can put my hair into pigtails!"
Ludwig clasped his hand over his mouth and moaned. "I can't do this."
Feliciano, sensing the mood for once, suggested nervously, "Germany? I'm ready for training...if....if you want to, that is."
Rubbing his temple, Ludwig agreed absentmindedly. "Yeah, sure. Fine."
Feliciano grinned, and then proceeded to slip out of his shirt.
"Gah!" Ludwig flushed, and turned his head immediately. "What are you doing?"
"I'm changing into my uniform." Feliciano replied, confused. "You never told me off for undressing in front of you before."
"Italy." Ludwig began, trying his hardest to be patient as he explained. "You're a girl now. It's not very...appropriate...for a girl to change clothes in front of a boy."
"Oh." Feliciano frowned, brow furrowing. He very slowly backed out of the room. He returned a minute later with an expression of disbelief. "My clothes don't fit anymore!"
It was true. While his height was about the same, his frame was much smaller, and his usual blue uniform hung loosely and awkwardly from his shoulders and hips. Ludwig blanched. Being a slight perfectionist, he felt the sudden impulse to go out and buy a new uniform for Italy. Then he shook his head, muttering aloud, "No, it'll be fine."
"Huh?" Feliciano enquired.
"Nothing." He grunted. Grateful that he had slept mostly clothed, he slipped his jacket over his shoulders and pulled on his boots, announcing, "Now, let's get started with that training."
---
"Where's Japan?" Feliciano asked.
He and Ludwig were waiting for said nation in the place where they usually met to begin their training. Ludwig was a bit alarmed; Kiku was almost never late. If anything at all might deter him - and Ludwig did mean anything - Kiku would call and warn the German before hand that he would be delayed. But Ludwig didn't have long to ponder Kiku's absence - he soon spotted the black-haired country trotting over the crest of a grassy hill. Kiku stumbled to a stop in front of Ludwig. "Terribly sorry for my tardiness. I was..." He trailed off as he caught sight of Feliciano.
"Italy?" He croaked.
"Ve." Felciano confirmed.
Kiku cleared his throat. "Well. This is different." Then he turned his attention back to Ludwig. "So. What are we doing today?"
"Ah." Ludwig blinked, a little shocked by Kiku's reaction - or rather, lack thereof. "Allright. Training. Let's start with ten laps!"
Japan nodded and Italy moaned, but had learned by this point to keep his complaints in the form of an inaudible mumble. The three took off running, and Ludwig soon took the lead. Kiku, despite his constant complaints of his aging body, was able to keep up with Ludwig for the most part. Feliciano, however, almost instantly began to lag behind. By the time they turned the first corner around the pasture, Italy was almost out of sight. Grunting in annoyance, Ludwig slowed down and eventually turned around, motioning for Kiku to keep running without him. He jogged towards Feliciano, but as he watched, the Italian's pant leg was caught underneath his shoe. Feliciano instantly stumbled and fell over painfully, landing with his face in the dirt. Ludwig stopped at Italy's side and offered his hand to pull Feliciano up. Feliciano struggled to lift himself off the ground. Clumps of dirt and grass stuck to his face and sleeves.
"Oooooowww!" Italy wailed. Ludwig felt his heart squeeze.
"That hurt a lot!" Feliciano burst into tears. "I don't want to wear this uniform anymore."
Kneeling down, Ludwig rubbed the back of his neck and awkwardly began to pat Feliciano on the back. By the time Kiku had completed the first lap and stopped next to them, Ludwig had caved. "Italy, I suppose we could take some time off to go..." No, he would most definately not say "shopping.""...look for a new uniform for you."
Wiping his eyes, Feliciano gave a fragile smile. "Do you mean it?"
Ludwig nodded briskly while Kiku stared on silently. Helping the brunette to his feet, Ludwig was almost unsurprised when Feliciano began bounding around with excitement at the prospect of a new uniform.
---
"How about this one?"
Feliciano twirled around in the light blue uniform, absolutely glowing. Kiku smiled politely and clapped, humoring the other nation, but Ludwig, who was sitting in a chair widely reserved for husbands who were waiting for their wives to finish trying things on, was about ready to pass out again from boredom.
"Germany?" Feliciano's voice cut into his thoughts, and Ludwig looked up. "What do you think of this one?"
Ludwig examined the uniform halfheartedly. For the past half hour, the italian had tried on a large number of uniforms, and Ludwig had very quickly lost interest. His patience with his team members was wearing thin, and by this point he was determined to return to training.
"It looks fine." Germany grunted. Italy frowned at his responce. He had given the same one for the previous uniform, as well as all the others before it. Sensing Feliciano's dissatisfaction, Germany furrowed his brows as he realized that until he gave a satisfactory comment, he would not be getting out of this shop. Truthfully, the uniform wasn't ugly. It was a light blue, with a similar jacket as his old one, but instead of pants, this one had a skirt. "It looks good." Ludwig eventually asserted.
Feliciano grinned, and announced that this was the one he wanted. Ludwig exhaled in relief, and offered to pay for it. While at the counter, he did his best to ignore the clerk's suggestive glances at he and Feliciano by striking up a conversation.
"So, Italy. You must like blue." He didn't really assume the other nation did; it was just a way to avoid interacting with the store personnel.
"I actually love it!" Feliciano announced, surprising Ludwig a bit. "So many nice things are blue. Like the sky, the ocean, and....your eyes."
Ludwig's eyebrows shot upward and he gaped at Italy. "What?"
"Nothing." Italy smiled. His curl bobbed as he accepted the bag containing his new uniform from the giggling cashier.
Ludwig watched the Italian exit the store ahead of him, still shell shocked. Did he just say what I thought he did? he wondered.
He had to dash forward to catch up with Feliciano. "Where's Japan?"
Feleciano looked around in confusion, and Ludwig followed suit. Sure enough, the shortest of the group was nowhere to be seen.
"Well, we'd better stay here until he gets back." Ludwig grunted, but as soon as he had said so, Feliciano exclaimed, "Look! Gelato!"
The brunette dashed across the street, and after a brief internal battle and a growl of frustration, Ludwig raced after him. By the time he reached the shop, Italy was already at the counter, ordering two chocolate gelatos. Feliciano was beaming as Ludwig marched through the door, and just as the blond opened his mouth to reprimand him, Italy shoved a spoonful of the frozen treat through Ludwig's lips. Ludwig almost choked, and swallowed immediately.
"No!" Feliciano scolded him. "You're supposed to savor it." He began to attempt to force-feed Ludwig another bite, but Ludwig blocked the spoon with his hand.
"Italy, I can feed myself, thanks." He said, pursing his lips.
"Yeah, but if I don't feed it to you, you won't eat it on you own." Feliciano pointed out.
"That's not true!" Ludwig contradicted. Stubbornly, he grabbed one of the plastic bowls of gelato and ate another spoonful. Swallowing, he decided that it wasn't bad. Not great, sure, but not bad.
Feliciano laughed giddily, and Ludwig found that his face was heating up. He could hardly claim that this wasn't enjoyable. He liked spending time with Italy, though he would never admit it to anyone, himself included. Italy seemed to notice that Ludwig was staring at him. And then the Italian did something almost completely unexpected.
He kissed Ludwig full on the lips.
Ludwig's first impulse was to shove him away, but then he realized something. He had always liked Italy. A lot. But the main thing that set them apart was being the same gender. But here, now, nobody would judge him. Italy was a girl right now, and this was OK. He kissed back.
It was firm but warm, and tasted faintly of chocolate. Ludwig felt a little lightheaded and Feliciano reached his hand up to cup the back of Ludwig's neck. They stayed there for a while, until Ludwig's fingers started feeling strange and they had to break apart, gasping.
Just moments later, Italy pointed back at the counter. "Look, it's Japan!"
Sure enough, said country was smirking like a cat with a mouse as he stared boldy across the room at the other two.
Ludwig turned around, flushing red as a tomato while Feliciano waved.
---
The first thing that Ludwig became aware of when he woke up was the rain pounding against the windows. The second was the warm body curled up against his own. He let the memories from yesterday flow back. Was Italy still...? Hesitantly, he peeled back the covers, slightly amazed at the sight of a complete normal, male Felicinano. As if sensing Ludwig's gaze, Feliciano blinked and then opened his eyes, smiling up at the blond tiredly. A few more moments passed, and then Feliciano sat up, looking himself up and down.
"I'm a boy again!" He exclaimed delightedly. Then he frowned.
"What's wrong?" Ludwig demanded, sitting up as well.
"It's just..." Feliciano began to look more upset. "Yesterday...we...I like Germany a whole lot in that way, and...I know that Germany must like me back a little...But..." He looked up, eyes brimming with unshed tears. "It wasn't because I was a girl, was it?"
Ludwig surprised himself by immediately answering, "No. Never." He swallowed. "Italy? I like you for you." Reaching out, he cupped Italy's cheek in his palm. "I always have."
A couple of tears trickled down Feliciano's cheeks, but he laughed. "Really?"
Ludwig smiled. "Really. Boy or girl..." He wrapped his arms around the brunette and held him tightly. "I....love you."
There are more, somewhere, but I'm too tired and stressed to try and locate them.
