Tygermane

~But storms can come back?~ Trapped for days, years, centuries maybe. Dead, but not allowed to die. Alive, but as good as dead. So alone that anyone, anything no matter how loathsome would be welcome. But then you finally found a reason to live. It's sweet. Morphling. Coursing through your veins, easing the pain, lightening your body so that it rises back toward the air. You found out that a little part of Levi was growing inside you. Fighting and kicking just like its father. Wanting to survive. 3 weeks later, after the incident, after weeks of sleepless nights, after you couldn’t cry anymore, you finally found the courage to go and t

The street was cool and quiet, the sea breeze falling gently through the rows of canvas tents and old, sea-worn wood that made up the night market. You breathed deep, wincing at the still-healing wounds in your thigh, but the pain wasn't enough to detract from the gentle magic of the shadowy stalls, the peaceful stillness, the cool air running over your skin. Softly glowing colored lanterns hung from stall openings, splashing the small street with patches of light. You pulled a square of dark cloth over the lower half of your face. Distantly, you could hear the sounds of raucous celebration from the bars around the dockyard, all crammed ful

  America poked his heads in one of the tents, surprised to see the German man up and moving. Both blue eyes locked for a second, sharing the same amount of worry and anger in them for the same reasons.   "Where is she Lud?" America said in a sharp tone.   "I told you not to call me zat." Germany rebutted, crossing his arms across his chest. "Ivan already took her avay from me so you can go."   America pushed the entrance of the tent open and stormed in, glaring at the slightly-taller German man,"I swear, if you did anything to hurt my little girl while I was gone-"   "It vas a mistake." Germany cut off, pushing A

"Lovino, it’s time to go!” you shouted from behind the tall closed door of your boyfriend’s room. The two of you were about to go to the annual summer festival near Kiku’s lovely home and you were all ready to go in your beautiful red yukata with pretty black and pink flowers covering it that Lovino helped you pick out earlier today but now he didn’t want to go anymore. You two had been planning on going to the summer festival for a long time, ever since it was announced to be exact. You loved festivals a lot and this was going to be the first time going to one in an actual yukata, rather than your casual clothe

“I will ask you one final time - and I warn you that failure to answer will cost you your freedom - What scheme did your husband have with the Jotun?” Enraged, the woman in shackles spits at Odin. “How tedious maintaining your arrogance must be! And how costly. In your desire to see your blood continue to rule long after you are dead, you overlooked questioning why a peasant’s daughter could be a suitable mate for your precious son!” She cackles loudly as Odin grinds his teeth. “I had no husband worthy giving me a child. I had one task and I was prepared to see it through however it needed to be done!R

Okinawa, Japan – Several hours later “They’ll see us coming from a mile away,” you told Sam, sitting in the pilot seat of the quin jet (the same one Steve had stolen from Stark and you had been able to hack). You typed in several commands as it flew towards the little Island of Okinawa that was now only a few miles away. “Blackbird might be an old American base, but Hydra has equipped it with high-tech security systems.”    Sam nodded at your words, pulling the glasses of his Falcon suit over his eyes. “I’ll distract them while you approach them in stealth mode.”    “Once IR

You walked through the halls, head held high. You smiled at your fellow agents as you passed them, your heels clicking on the metal flooring. You glanced down at your watch and quickened your pace, finally reaching your destination of a rather uninteresting door. Stepping into the room, you looked around. “Have a seat, agent.” You heard a commanding voice bark at you. You entered further into the room and were able to get a better view of the speaker. “Director Fury?” Your mouth dropped open in shock, “Uh, sir?” you managed to add. “Professional courtesies never were your strong point.” Fury

I shouldn't have done it. Deep. Deep, dark and quiet. The long hours of being awake weights heavy on my lids, the need of rest guiding me towards the comfort of my home. In the dark and cold, suddenly, I stop. Something feels strange. An odd disruption invades the deep current, awakening my curiosity. Listening, feeling it, I turn around, looking across the large of nothing that surrounds me. What is it? Where is it coming from? I forget the need of sleep, now fully awake and focused on this... something. I leave my sanctuary, my home, wanting to find the source of disorder. Up. I need to go up. Another noise resonates low and long thro

Werewolf!GermaniaXForestRanger!Reader Riding above the forest tree line in late October was simply a wonderful feeling.  Looking out over the changing deciduous trees, ranging from burning gold to roiling oranges and reds amongst the green pines and cypress’, to the lapis blue lake in the valley below, a sense of peace was left to linger amongst the scent of the hardwoods and to be carried along the crisp mountain breeze.  I could stare at it for hours and be perfectly content, but I had a job to do.  Urging my stead, (horses’ name), forward we continued down the trail to the rangers post.  Upon arriving, the other rangers’

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" A resonant scream pierced through the peaceful silence of the forest shrouding over my head. Though the origin of said scream was a complete mystery to me. Why did it sound so sad? So desperate? So broken? The sound suddenly came to an echoing halt as I felt a painful sensation build up in my throat, and only then did I finally realize where the scream was coming from. My own mouth. My lips were parted and quivering as I tried and tried again to shout, but no noises managed to escape. My body was devoid of any screams and cries for help. I was empty. "Are you finally done?" An irritated voice chimed in behind me. Letting o

The days and nights flew by and I made no effort to count them. People say blissful times come and go in the blink of an eye. While it lasted and the end was not yet nigh, life felt like a dream. It was hard to believe that if I was not here between the sweeping sea and the soaring skies, I would be confined in the walls of the earl’s estate, wasting the days away in one dull room to another. The pounding of my heart and churning of my stomach transformed from indications of fear to exhilaration as I scaled the masts with Peter every day. The horizon, the whole world and its magnificence felt a little closer when there were no walls in

You and Ivan were both standing on an island of rock in a sea of magma. Through the heat-haze, you could make out a few holes in the rocky wall of the chamber, which was about fifty metres away. Behind you, the swirling black portal gaped like a grotesque mouth. Ivan clicked his fingers, and an arch of rock sprung up in front of you. He grasped your hand, and you realised that his wings were slightly curved around you. It was, you guessed, so you wouldn’t have to look at the molten rock that churned beneath you. “Go on,” he said, pushing you forward gently. You forced your feet to move, looking everywhere but down. Instea

Alfred’s eyebrows shot up. His pulse quickened. A lead meant a quest. A quest meant heroics. Heroics meant being a hero! Apart from the normal duties of being a guard, the real gem was taking tasks from the royals themselves and accomplishing them with astounding bravery. To see the pride in the prince’s eyes and the respect from his soldiers in arms. No matter the weather, a quest was a gift from the gods. But . . . “How’s a bunch of junk a lead?” “I am going to graciously pretend you did not use such an ungrateful tone,” Arthur said waspishly. “This junk is a collection of objects that circ

“What!?  Allistor’s still alive?”  Alfred practically screamed.  “C’mon, Kat!  I feel like I’ve been waiting for the next chapter, since, well, over a month!” The dagger rested on Antonio’s throat, ready to embed itself deep and true to the mark.  The blonde pirate’s eyes glinted, and a smirk formed on his lips, as he explained in detail the death of the Spaniard. “Don’t touch me!”  you demanded, yanking your arm away from the redhead.  “Who the heck do you think you are, buddy?”  Reaching your hand forward, you pushed the blonde away, knocking the dagger

I let out an ear splitting scream as I jumped over to my right as fast as I could possibly manage. A loud crackling noise reached my ears and I briefly glanced over my shoulder with widened, panicked eyes. Ivan's scythe was embedded in the oak tree where my neck would have been if it wasn't for the fact that I jumped out of the way. My hand unconsciously snaked its way up to my throat and I gulped at the image of what could have happened if I hadn't moved. "Aww. I missed.." Ivan let out a heavy sigh of disappointment and took a step forward with a pout on his face. "Take one more step and I'll fucking rip your throat out!" ..Huh? The stat

Part Ten: A Big Secret Finland’s wings had beat furiously at the air as he’d kept to the cloud line and used his sensitive nose to seek out his friend. His heart was hammering with terror and he didn’t feel right having to leave you alone… Prussia could not be trusted! But when the big dragon suddenly heard the moans and howls of sorrow from the big black-red dragon he landed swiftly and found Denmark moping and whining in sorrow. It didn’t take him long to find out why…. * * * * * * Prussia had not been enjoying himself with his knights and booze inside the local tavern. He’d felt terribly uneasy

“You’re telling me, that I thought, we were married?  Like, actually married with rings and vows?  Allistor chuckled again, and wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. You nodded, but couldn’t find the words.  Your heart is going to get broken, not his.   Moving your hand towards him, you drew back once you realized what you were doing, you were too strong-willed to show him you cared.  Although, something inside you wanted to shake him to make him remember.  Something deep inside you wanted him to tell that he remember it all, and he did love you, just like you felt. “Don’t you remember anything, Allistor?&

Language barriers… “Such a bad idea,” you grumbled loudly, gripping the basket tighter in your hand.  Looking to either side of the aisle, you wondered where the pickles were.  It really shouldn’t be this damn hard to find a damn jar of pickles, but yet, you’d been up and down the same aisles about a dozen times.  “Think, (f/n), think.” Sitting the basket down on the floor of the people-barren corner market, you fumbled in your purse, trying to find that handy-dandy pocket dictionary.  “Oh, don’t even tell me I left the dang thing in the room...again.” “Excusez-moi...”

9 hours, 57 minutes, and 4 seconds. That was how long the platinum blonde had been sitting against the wall, living in his thoughts, a bottle of vodka held loosely in his hand. He'd first gotten into the alcoholic drink when he found out it was big sister Russia's favorite. She had been his obsession at the time, and thus, he'd done whatever he could to forge a connection with her. Of course, she wasn't his obsession now, but his addiction to vodka wasn't going to fade away anytime soon. And the fact that he couldn't stop thinking about you certainly wasn't helping. His chest tightened as he thought about you. You were his current obsessio

College AU    Lazy circles were being drawn on my bare back as the sunrise woke up my senses. I turn my body to face the one responsible for this light affection. Teal eyes gaze upon my (e/c) ones as a sleepy smile spreads upon his lips. The first thing I notice is my surroundings. I'm not in my bed. I'm not in my apartment. I'm not even in my clothes. And shockingly, I feel at peace with it.    "Good morning," Sousuke rumbles. Being this close to him, I could feel the vibrations in his throat as he spoke, "did you know you snore?"    "Really, that's the first thing you tell me? Well good morning to you too," I yawn, stretching my arms