In which I get fanfic ideas from Little Red Riding Hood.

innocent-assassin:

A flash of green clothing was all he saw before his cheek met with the tree behind him. He was only barely able to register the feeling of a knife twisting into his back through his shock, and shifted as he tried to turn and get a good look at his attacker. He knew it was dangerous to walk through the woods alone. Everyone in town knew of the magical creatures that were supposed to live in the forest, and the thieves that lurked there. But Alfred was strong; he had been confident in his ability to ward off any thieves, and he hardly believed in faerie tales any more. He just hadn’t expected to be attacked so quickly. The thief had been fast, and Alfred hadn’t even had time to see him before he had been shoved against the tree. All he had needed to do was deliver a package to his brother who lived in a town to the north. It was little more than a fifteen minute walk, he had been so sure that he’d be able to make it with little trouble. Yet as the sharp tip of the dagger twisted again, Alfred swallowed, and arched his back away from the blade.

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I’m really confused how this came from red riding hood but okay I’ll roll with that.

I never posted the second chapter of A Brighter Day?

Oh well…. [Chapter 1] [Read on Fanfic.net]

Gakuen!AU. Alfred is struggling with his feelings for the son of the UK ambassador when his life comes crashing down around him. Includes: Blindness, violence, minor character deaths.

When the doctors were called back in, Arthur told them what happened. Well he left off the part about the hug, but that wasn’t really any concern of theirs was it? He stayed with Alfred until visiting hours were over, when the nurses had to practically drag him out of the room. Alfred sat in the dark for hours, not that he could tell, save for the fact that is was slightly cooler and the hospital was quieter at night.

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Awkward

Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Rating: M (Sex, language)
Pairing: UKUS
Word Count: 1,519
Summary: Arthur, Alfred, and the gang make some stupid choices, and ultimately end up with a very pushy, very uninhibited Englishman. Gakuen!AU.  

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A Brighter Day, Chapter 1

Gakuen!AU. Alfred is struggling with his feelings for the son of the UK ambassador when his life comes crashing down around him. Includes: Blindness, violence, minor character deaths, rating may change.

Alfred sighed looking out the window; he was doing it again, trying to distract himself from looking over at the boy in the sweater vest across the row from him, that annoying, goddamn attractive older boy with the green eyes that shined whenever the he spoke. It would be the death of him.

Alfred was jerked back into the dim classroom when the boy spoke to him again, “Alfred is there something wrong?”

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Softer Nights Chapter 3

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

The walk home was an awkward affair; Honda didn’t speak to him the entire time. It was late by the time he arrived back at his apartment and said goodbye to the stoic Asian. The day had been exhausting; he stripped down and took a quick shower. He was asleep before he even got dressed, passing out on the futon stark naked.

His sleep that night was plagued by cats, Italians, and pizza, but it was all forgotten before he woke up.

Sun filtered through the streaked windows, waking the Spaniard up. The process of getting dressed was a groggy affair; for five minutes he wandered around the room looking for his police uniform.

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Okay I felt I needed to write this.

spades-of-fate:

Alfred opened his eyes with a jolt, moonlight filtered into the bedchamber. Something was off. For a moment the King couldn’t place what it was until he realized it was the lack of a warm body next to him. Sitting up he looked around, from the angle of the moonlight it can’t have been later than 3 am. Much too early for Arthur to have gotten up. Feeling uneasy, Alfred grabbed his glasses instead of falling asleep again. 

Getting out of bed he walked to the bathroom and looked into the bathroom, lighting the lamp as he entered. He squinted his eyes against the intruding light.

“Arthur?” he asked as he entered the bathroom, which looked the same way he left it before he feel asleep the night before. Huffing he blew the lights out.

Still not satisfied he walked out of the royal suite and into the halls. 

“Artie?” he asked his voice echoing against the marble.

The only answer was an eerie science. Walking faster through the halls he headed down to where the court hall was. However he stepped in something wet as he reached the dead end near the stairs.

Shining his light down on the ground Alfred shook with fear. He had stepped in a pool of red liquid- blood. His eyes followed it until he was met with the sight of a body lying lifelessly on the floor. More scarlet blood smeared the floor all around it. 

Alfred didn’t even feel himself scream out the word “No” nor did he hear it as he flung his light down and ran over to the small, fragile body. 

Blood stained the Queen’s once well kept hair, and more was pouring out from a wound on in his chest. 

“Alfred?” Arthur whispered, blood trickling out of the side of his mouth.

“Arthur, don’t talk! What happened?! Who did this too you!?” Alfred panicked brushing back the other’s hair. His battle experience told him there was no time to get help, he could see that from the amount of blood.

“Alfie dearest,” the green eye-ed man said forcing a smile and reaching his hand up to his lover’s cheek, “I love you.”

Alfred sat there stunned as he watched the light fade from those emerald eyes, feeling the hand on his cheek go limp. He was watching his worst nightmare play out, and there was nothing in all his power as the king he could do to stop it.

He wasn’t aware he was crying until he saw tears drop into the pool of blood.

“No God damn it, don’t leave me! I can’t do this without you! I love you!” he said burying his face into other’s still chest.

“I can’t do this without you,” he whispered into the bloodstained chest, barely aware of the footsteps of the guards approaching down the halls.

Softer Nights Chapter 2

Food was a priority; he knew that there were places the gang frequented. He had to cross paths with it somehow. He knew a pizzeria 5 blocks down saw a lot of traffic for the gang from the info packet. He could ponder his new job over a good slice of pizza.

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OKAY THIS WAS SPAWNED FROM A LEGITIMATE CONVERSATION I HEARD TWO GUYS HAVING ON THEIR WAY TO THE LOCKER FROM GYM. I SHIT YOU NOT.

“WE WON, FUCK YEAH. SUCK MY DICKKKKKKKKKKKKK,” Alfred yelled as they walked away from the football feild. 

Arthur stumbled, almost falling face first into the grass, “What!?” 

Alfred turned to him sweping the bangs away from the side of his face blushing slightly, ”Dude chill. It’s an idiot or something, duh…”

The older teen just blinked at his hyper friend. What on earth? Stupid git probably meant idiom; either way it still didn’t make sense. 

“Only if you’d suck mine too,” he said jokingly. Part of him half hoped that his ignorant friend would pick up on his hints, maybe just once. His hopes were in vain though, Alfred had just continued to walk on as if his friend’s reply had been about the weather.  

Alfred just rolled his eyes, “Don’t be stupid man.” 

“Whatever,” Arthur replied looking away to hide a blush. 

The locker room was cleared out by the time they arrived there, Arthur had stayed behind to help Alfred clean up the feild. It had only been a practice match, and all the eqitment had to be put away. Alfred began stripping down, unaware of the way his best friend blushed and looked anywhere else in the room. Packing away everything in his bag he turned with his soap in hand. 

“I’m taking the clean shower dude,” he said as he walked away, towel in hand. In the boys locker room there was one giant commual shower that everyone used, and then there was the one private shower, that nobody ever used. Using that shower during school would imeadiatly send the rumors and jokes of an unsized penis flying, and no highschool boy wanted that, regardless of how much they wanted to wash their wang in private.

Till It Was No More

velted:

“Hey Artie, do you still remember this place?” I asked as I pushed the wheelchair deeper into the natural area, the sound of dead leaves crinkling beneath my feet and the wheels as we moved. As usual, there was no reply to my question. I smiled sadly and continued walking on. It was not like I had been expecting anything but sometimes, no, all the time; I can’t help myself but to hope.

I am Alfred Jones and this old man here on the wheelchair is my husband, Arthur Kirkland. Not that I wasn’t an old man myself, but he is way older and forgets things a lot quicker than I do. Alzheimer’s disease, was it called? I am 66 and he is 71. It was not that much of a difference but at this kind of age, even a year meant a lot. He hardly speaks or does anything nowadays, which is kind of odd since he seems to almost always have a sharp-tongued retort to my every word. But that’s okay; I love him all the same.

A familiar bench then came into view. I smiled and looked down at Arthur, who had on him a blank expression. I laughed a little.

“Still can’t remember? God, I swear you have the worst memory.”

I helped him up and sat him down on the bench. The same one where we sat on so many years ago as we finally confessed to each other our feelings, followed by our first kiss. I sat down beside him and rested my cheek on his shoulder with a tired sigh. Not long after, I felt a weight on my head. Old man has probably fallen asleep.

“I love you, Arthur.” I whispered, not expecting a reply.

“I love you too, Alfred.” A voice that I longed to hear, finally spoke up after a minute of silence. I blinked once, then twice before gently lifting my head off to look at the other. He looked right back at me with a soft smile, his green eyes somehow looking brighter than it had for years. I saw, in those eyes, the same Arthur that whispered those three loving words decades ago and felt like as if I was taken back into that day, that day when everything began. I stayed there frozen, staring and hardly breathing until his lips were placed on mine. It was a simple and brief kiss, yet it held such deep meaning and felt like it lasted an eternity at the same time.

After he pulled away, he took his turn of resting his cheek on my shoulder. I wrapped an arm around him while my free hand went to search for his to hold. He took it and placed it over his chest where his heart was. I closed my eyes and relaxed, placing my cheek on his head. When I did that, I could tell that he was grinning the ‘pirate grin’ he was so proud of, because I heard the sudden exhalation through his nose.

I sat there quietly, just feeling the beating of his heart as it slowed and slowed…

… Till it was no more.

CRYING

SOBBING

CREYS

CREYS

EVERYFUCKINGWHERE

─ Realtime [Hetalia, Ludwig + others] ─

whosaidthat-me:

A day in the life of Ludwig’s phone.

See it as it was meant to be read:

Softer Nights Chapter 1

Summary: Antonio is a officer for the Washington DC’s police department. He is assigned to track down and infiltrate the ranks of DC’s biggest gang, La Familia. The son of La Familia’s boss is determined that it won’t be easy for the naive Spaniard.

 Antonio waited for the train to arrive at the subway station, today was the day where he would finally get his orders on whether or not he would be going undercover for the a mafia case. La Familia had been stirring the cite’s pot of crime for the past few weeks. Tensions between them, and a rival gang, the Secret Dragons, had been threatening to escalate to an all out gang war for the past week. Prompting Antonio’s boss to consider sending him undercover. The subway was busy, as was to be expected. People were rushing around trying to get to work on time.

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Addressed to You, Gakuen UKUS

Arthur Kirkland, the student council president, had never been one for breaking the rules. Especially not when there was any other option. So that left him pretty much at a loss for why he was here, breaking into the History teacher’s office, way after curfew. A glint of blonde in front of him reminded him why he was on this ridiculous quest. It was all because of Alfred F Jones. The air-headed American had begged for Arthur’s help in retrieving a paper that had been confiscated by the teacher earlier that day. Arthur hadn’t seen the big deal, but Alfred was vehement about retrieving the letter before anyone read it. 

“This is a bad idea,” Arthur repeated for what was probably the tenth time that night.

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Where do we go from here? PART 2

After taking a day to collect his thoughts Arthur tried to compose a reply to Alfred’s letter. Three tries of writing out oh so eloquent responses later, Arthur just put his thoughts into one short e-mail.

Idiot, I love you too.

Before he could chicken out, he clicked the button that would send his message hurdling through the internet. Sighing, he pushed away from his desk, and set about going to work for the day.

He attempted to get the blonde out of his mind while he worked, but the world was against him.

“Arthur? Why ze long face?” his french partner, Francis, asked with a mouthfull of jelly torts.

“Nothing! It’s none of your business anyway!” Arthur replied crossing his arms. Francis was the kind of person who stuck his nose in other peoples business. That was the reason he had become a cop, so he could snoop around.

Francis just blinked at Arthur’s outburst, “Oui, touchy touchy! Who defecated in your decaf, as zey say?”

“Go. Away. Frogger.” Arthur moaned letting his head hit the cafe counter, it was lunch break, and half the cops from his unit were at the same place. Funny how it always seemed to work like that. Arthur suspected that Francis and Antonio planned it that way.

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