Krisikka

In the streets of a dark, cold, city, rain poured down on the pavement mercilessly, permeating the usually silent night with the distant rolls of thunder in the distance, rain slishing and sloshing everywhere, and the occasional flashes of lightning illuminating every nook and cranny of London's alleyways for a flicker of a moment. A little boy wandering down the concrete pathways, weaving in and out of in between buildings and trash cans, sways slightly, pulling his baggy, dingy, ratty and long-torn white-ish turtleneck ever closer to try and keep himself warm. It had been a harsh life for him. He tried not to think about it, but the more h

"Does Sweden hate me?" you asked Finland with a down tone "No! I don't think he hates anyone, at least, that I know of!" Tino explained "He always avoids me and never talks to me. Did I do or say something to offend him?" you wondered "Maybe, but he normally doesn't feel affected by insults" Tino continued "Really? Why?" "Denmark curses at him and insults him for hours when he comes home drunk" "Oh, I'm going to go apologize anyway, I wouldn't feel right if I didn't" you bid Finland farewell and began searching for Sweden. Then you noticed a cat, a dark grey male sitting on the windowsill. You cautiously walked up to it. He turned to y

    "You're going to get yourself all messy." Sebastian tutted, withdrawing a handkerchief from his breast pocket.    In two calculated movements he wiped away the muddy mess under your eyes. Fat tears had left clear paths on either cheek, still dribbling steadily towards the apex of your chin.    There was an odd sort of kindness in his reprimanding. Like the love you get from a guardian after scraping your knees or the loss of a pet. Your woes were far more serious than the death of a goldfish, but the butlers nonchalant attitude was actually helping a bit.    You could barely see him in the dim lighting. He was an outline of black ho

Demons don’t love. That was what Sebastian told you. You didn’t know if you believed that. They had mates. You would know. You were his. So if they had mates, why wouldn’t they love? Sebastian said it was simply a matter of finding someone that could keep your interest for eternity – as he put it, “similar to marriage.” You didn’t really care. You loved him, and that was simple. “I love you, Sebastian,” you’d purr fondly. He would give you a smile when you said this. It was a genuine smile too, not the usual smirk laced with his demonic sadism or his own brand of sarcasm and sick am

      Two weeks.     Two weeks since you had stopped texting him every day.     Two weeks since your skin had started to grow paler.     Two weeks since you started to wear baggier clothes than usual.     Two weeks since your voice softened and you didn’t speak as much.     Two weeks since a certain Dane had been worried sick about you. And the list could go on.     Matthias honestly didn’t know what to do. What had caused you to change? Did something happen? He didn’t know. And it was killing him.     Ever since two weeks ago, your behavior had changed. Instead of being the loud, laughable, fun person that yo

“Hikaru I have homework to do.” You said, annoyance evident in your voice, when the redhead proceeded to poke and annoy you; you were currently tucked in a back corner of the Host Club, reading your science book . “But __y/n_-chan I’m bored!” Hikaru whined and looked at you with puppy dog eyes. “Have Kaoru entertain you.” You muttered tiredly before turning back to your science book. “Kaoru’s sick today.” Hikaru said with a frown. Well that explained why Hikaru was so bored, he couldn’t do his “twincest” routine. “Don’t you have girls you’re sup

"Kesesesese~ Seems like someone's having the unawesome aura of unawesomeness!" says Gilbert as he enters the room, with another* case of beer. "Dude? You feelin' well? It's not like you normally reject all the beer right in front of you." Alfred says as he slung an arm around Mathias. "Wanna look for some random chick around the street?" "No thanks." . . . "WHAT?!" Gilbert and Alfred shouted, taking a good look at their friend. "Did that Norwegian friend of yours cast some sort of spell on ya? 'Cause I've been through all that crap from Arthur." Alfred said as he scratches the back of his head. "I guess I'm just not in the mood for all

Currently you found yourself sitting on the couch in the Nordic household trying to read a book, but you found you couldn't concentrate on what you were reading thanks to Denmark, your big brother's best friend. Denmark would not stop trying to talk you into going to some party with him and the other Nordics tonight. "Oh come on _____________! Don't be such a party popper, even Swed is going!" Denmark said making you give him a look; how had he talked the quiet, mysterious Sweden into going with him? "Nei (no)!" you said giving him a dirty look. "Go with the others, I am staying right here." "Why are you so stubb-" Denmark started to say befo

“Is it okay if we share you?” Click, click, click. Click, click… Cli- “-I AM SO FREAKING BORED!” You threw your head back, as far away from your computer screen as you could manage. You were so insanely bored out of your mind that you had nothing left to do—not even on the Internet. You had just stopped yourself from typing ‘Google’ into Google out of your pure boredom. “Ughh…” You groaned, standing up. You slammed your laptop shut, only before realizing there would still be nothing left for you to do even if you did get up. Letting out another sigh of defeat, you plopp