Beginnings, Chapter ThreeFlecks of grass caught in the carriage wheels as they spun along the fledgling nation’s excuse for a road. It wasn’t that no one cared enough to build a proper road. It was just hard to decide where best to put one, seeing as Canada had relatively few visitors spread out over a lot of space.
Inside the carriage, little Alfred bounced up and down on the seat cushion. The momentum of the carriage urged him onward while every bump they rolled over sent him popping out of his seat. He had passed time on the long journey by making a game of it, purposefully jumping and letting the carriage’s shifting balance fling him along.
Under normal circumstances, Arthur would have insisted he sit still, but after spending so long in close quarters with the youngster, he was simply glad that he was entertained. Relishing these relatively peaceful moments, Arthur caught up on some sleep. He had no way of knowing when he’d be interrupted once ag
Beginnings, Chapter TwoArthur may have been wrong about a lot of things, but he was right that Matthew needed companionship his own age. As bad as the fighting between Arthur and himself had been, Francis had to admit it was unfair to keep Matthew and Alfred separated. There were no other children in the area, so Matthew’s only friends were the squirrels and raccoons and ring-necked geese that populated the area. And, of course, his best friend was his papa - a papa who (however begrudgingly) knew the right thing to do. Grumbling, Francis pulled a new sheet of paper from the stack on his desk. He looked out the window to see little Matthew playing outside, and he silently cursed Arthur once more. With a freshly dipped quill in his hand, he began to write.
J’accepte ton idée
He scratched it out. He had forgotten to whom he was writing, apparently. Taking another piece of blank paper, Francis reminded himself that switching la
Beginnings, Chapter OneDay dawned early, brimming with the promise of summer. The scent of morning flowers perfumed the late June air, so Francis propped the door open wide. He crossed the cabin’s slightly uneven wooden floor and pulled the curtains away from the window as well. Soon, the quaint log cabin was filled with warmth and sweetness and sunlight.
Stoking the banked embers in the tiny cast iron stove, Francis hummed to himself. He loved this time of year. It was a time of fond memories and new beginnings. He cracked a few eggs into a pan and set them over the flames to cook. That’s when he heard a squeak and a thud behind him.
Francis turned around to see a pair of short, chubby legs sticking out from under a tangle of cloth. A single blond curl protruded from what appeared to be a sleeve.
“M’aidez...” the bundle whimpered. “M’aidez, s’il vous plait.”
Chuckling to himself, Francis approached th
Law X Reader: New Year's Kiss “Come on Law! It’ll be fun!” You said cheerily, tugging on his zipped up coat with a big grin on your face.
“_______ really?! Do we have to?” Law groaned in protest, slowly shuffling along, but still slightly resisting against your tugs.
“Yes we do! It’s New Year’s Eve! We’re going to do EVERYTHING!” You sang, gesturing to the festive town square before you.
“Oh god, everything?!” Law complained, looking out at the square you gestured too.
“Yep! Everything~!” You repeated. “So come on Mr. Grumpy Pants! Pleeeaaaase~?” You pleaded, tugging on his sleeve playfully.
Law sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fiiine.”
“Yes!!” You cheered, tugging harshly on his sleeve as you dragged him out towards the center of the island with the biggest smile on you
Scare (Rob BenedictXReader)
Jared and Misha left the stage after giving the fans strict orders not to cheer or yell the next time they saw them on the stage. The two had worked everything out to the last detail. You had made the mistake of telling Jensen you got spooked easily and he in turn told Jared and Misha who had to see if it was true or not. So they chose to do it at a convention in Toronto. 40 minutes after they left you were on the stage with Richard and Rob doing the Q&A.
"Hi!" The next female fan chirped stepping up to the mic.
"Hello" Richard hummed as you swung your legs back and forth off the edge of the chair. Rob gave you a raised eyebrow look when he saw you were sitting sideways in the chair and you in return gave him a 'eh' shrug.
"My question is for (Y/n). Who was your favorite to work with out of all the cast?" The fan asked curiously.
"There is a right answer to this just so you know" Richard said looking at you with a smirk.
"Favorite person to work with. Definitely not Rich" You repli
I ate the Hokage, but I didn't eat Shizune.The village of Konoha was going to throw a big festival that would take place tomorrow. It was one that
would promote friendships and unity through all the wars and battles the shinobi system had endured over the
years. Usually people went in pairs to this festival. It was uncommon and rare for someone to go with more
then one person.
Sakura Haruno was decorating the mission room for the festival. "Sakura!" Hinata Hyuga joined Sakura.
"Hi Hinata. I was just getting the mission room nice and pretty for tomorrow." Sakura said. Hinata soon
approached Sakura and held a kunai to her head. "Who are you taking to the festival? Someone blonde?"
Hinata asked. "I was." Sakura said. "I knew it." Hinata was about to drive the kunai right through Sakura's
The door to the mission room further opened and another kunoichi joined them. It was Ino Yamanaka. She had
a vase of flowers in her arms. She hadn't been feeling all that great because she was currently on a strict
diet. Half the days she fe
RQ: Miku the Singing Balloon
Hatsune Miku is a beautiful Vocaloid with long turquoise pigtails. She considers herself as a virtual singing star as millions of her fans admire her.
One day, Miku had a sweet tooth. She noticed a piece of candy of a stool. What was that piece of candy doing there? Did somebody leave it by accident? Or did she simply find it just sitting there? Well it is hers now.
"What is this piece of candy?" Miku picked it up and inspected the delectable looking candy. "I might as well try this one."
Miku then put the candy in her mouth and began to chew on it as if she was chewing on bubblegum.
"This candy tastes great," she said.
Suddenly, it was no ordinary candy; it was a different candy that contained a special ingredient much to her unawareness. She began to inflate like a balloon as the power vested inside the candy aired up her body.
"Why am I getting this big?" Miku watched herself inflating bigger into a spherical shaped balloon.
After she was done inflating, she had her head, cheeks, ha
FacepawGuys shouldn't be babysitters. I mean, really, its a girl thing, surely, right? Who would want some dumb high-schooler jock to babysit their kiddo's? And what guy would want to babysit someone's kids? Even for money. Ew. That's almost...creepy. Especially if that jock is a werewolf.
Ha, yeah, well, I guess these particular parents don't know about that. Well, that, and the fact that they are my cousins means that me being a male babysitter to them isn't so weird. Just means that if they knew my furry little secret, then they'd probably hunt me down and shotgun my muzzle instead of leaving me alone with their kids. Not that their kids mind...in fact, they really love me and my “doggie” side. Little kids are so easy to entertain. Just go full “fluff mode”, tell them its a secret, give them candy, and then do silly stuff with them and they love it.
Maybe I'm taking a huge risk by showing them my wolf side? I guess they'll grow up with memories of a babysitter who c
Cliff Goes ClubbingVillains have been binding and gagging damsels for ages, but we have to go very far back in time, well before recorded history, to discover the very first damsel in distress ever. Her name was Una, and this is her story.
Cliff lifted his massive club. “Cliff smash!” he roared.
“You’re not going out smashing things until you’ve had your breakfast, dear,” Una said firmly. She cracked open a couple dinosaur eggs she had gathered earlier. They sizzled next to the rashers of bacon, carved from a wild boar who’d been reckless enough to charge Cliff while he’d been out hunting. An intricate opening in the ceiling allowed smoke from the cooking fire to exit without allowing rain to enter. Cliff and Una lived in a very modern cave.
“While you’re out, could keep an eye open for a saber-toothed tiger?” Una turned the eggs over. “I really need a new dress.”