What I feel like writing

I asked Owyn what I should write, and I this is what I got. Wrote this for her.

The castle was full of life, light poured out into the night from the party that was happening. This was no ordinary gathering, it was the high prince of Spades 21 birthday, the day he began a man. All the kingdoms had been invited to enjoy this day, but really it was a way to please the other suits-Hearts, Diamonds, and Clubs. While the four kingdoms were at peace, at the time, there was nothing wrong with keeping up with the nice nice.

This was supposed to be a happy time for the crown prince, Alfred Jones, but his father kept bothering him about finding a mate, a princess, and this was irritating him. That was all his father would say to him. “When are you going to find a mate?” “Your mother and I are not going to live forever, you need a wife.” “Seen any cute omegas lately?” It was never ending, even at this party. Every time Alfred saw his father walk to him, gesture to him while talking to a potential mate, or trying to bring a mate to him, Alfred turned and walked to a new part of the great room where his birthday was taking place.

Alfred saw his father begin to walk to him and turned, walking to the large windows that opened onto a balcony overlooking the city. The prince walked out into the warm summer air, taking a deep breath, and filling his lungs with the fresh air. He walked over to the ledge, leaned his forearms across the stone railing.

The capital of Spades laid on the cost of the Great Sea, the most Southern tip of the continent that the four nations rested in. Spades was a peninsula, with the best navy protecting its three coastlines and a powerful army to fight off anyone trying to get into their little haven.

Alfred was fantasying about the wonders of the land and sea that was his homeland when he was jolted from his thoughts by the rough closing of the glass door from the Great Hall. Then the sound was followed by a soft, embarrassed, meep from whoever came out onto the balcony. The Prince turned to see who it was, because it could be anyone except his father-he wouldn’t have meeped.

There, standing by the glass door, pouting, was the most beautiful male Alfred had ever seen.

Then he spoke. “I was hoping to surprise you…” The shorter blond walked over to the much taller alpha, still pouting slightly.

Alfred chuckled, wrapping his arms around the slender waist of the omega when he was in arm’s length. “You know you can never snick up on me~”

The other just rolled his emerald green eyes but smiled none the less. “I just wanted to wise you a happy birthday…Personally, and not with my father watching me.” He leaned up half way, wanting Alfred to come the rest, which he did. Their lips met and they melted.

The shorter omega, Arthur, was the Prince of Diamonds, son of King Francis, and 5 years Alfred’s elder but he was still unbounded to an alpha. He managed to save himself for his true-love, Alfred, when they first met a few years ago at Arthur’s 23rd birthday. The two princes promised to each other that one day they would become mates, but they had to wait until Alfred was 21 and free to choose whomever he wishes to marry.

After their long awaited kiss, Alfred pulled back to look into Arthur’s eyes, that were sparkling from the lights, and maybe a few glasses of fermented fruits.

“When do you and your father leave?” He asks, still holding Arthur close.

“Tomorrow, after lunch, you know how much my father likes to talk about fashion from our kingdom as well as prepare a new dish for your father. Why?”

Alfred smiled, it full of love and cherish. “I think we should tell my father that I have chosen my mate. He has been getting on my nerves about it for months. Now I have an answer for him.”

Arthur’s smile grin, it looked too big for his face, like his face was about to split in half from the joy in his face. The older prince wrapped his arms around Alfred’s neck, pulling him closer for another kiss. This was much longer. The two princes had found true-love and now they could be together in marriage and body.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. 

Two hooded figures raced through the woods, jumped over rocks and fallen trees. They moved with speed that was beyond the grasp of mere humans. The forest was restless, feral snarls echoed through the air. These sounds belonged to not a wolf gone mad but to something far worst, a demon. A creature, the largest of the pack, jumped up onto a large bolder, and sniffed the air. They were sent out to find the deserters. The body was pitch black, forged from the unhappy thoughts and unfilled dreams of mankind; eyes as bright as the sun but the color of blood cut through the night air.

The leader raised it’s massive head and let out a gut wrenching howl. The hell-hounds were on the hunt for the traitors. The two running did not stop, they were almost there. Once they crossed the edge of the forest they were out of the realm of the Demons and could not be tracked so easily. Their legs were begging them to stop, but they couldn’t. Not until they were safe.Through the tall evergreen trees there was a light, a light from a human village. Almost there. From behind they couple heard the dreadful snarls getting closer. 40 yards more. The smell of death and decay filled the air. 30 yard. The hell-hounds’ eyes could be seen through the brush now. 20 yards. The sounds of the demons’ panting filled their ears. 10 yards. They could feel the hot breath of the demons on them but dared not look. 5 yards. The hell-hounds began to snap their jaws at the deserters. He cried out as his cloak got caught, but he kept running. The force ripped the cloak, freeing him  and he took off like a bullet.  His mate was nowhere to be seen. He prayed to whoever that she was safe.

Within a matter of seconds he crossed the border. The sounds of angry howls were a distant sound now. The escapee searched the surrounding area for his mate frantically, shouting her name and about 10 yards away from edge of the wood she emerged, collapsed on the ground; her body too tired to support her. He made his way to her and joined her on the ground.

“Is…Is he alright…?” asked the male, breathlessly. The other nodded, pulling her long hair away from her chest and revealing a small babe. The child squirmed in his mother’s arms as his cover was taken from him; a tiny whine escaped his mouth. The baby twisted so that his growing horns dug into his mother’s breast. The man looked up at his mate, smiling, full of love and sharp teeth. He pulled back his hood to wipe away the sweat. Two large black horns adorned the top of his head. His eyes, a deep rich blue, were bright in the night and stood out against his pale skin. His mate had similar features, but her horns were not as large and her eyes a lighter blue. They were demons, demons that escaped the devil himself.

“Good,” breathed the male, “We can start over in the human world. Our son will never have to see that bastard world.” His mate nodded, closing her tired eyes. “But may we rest here for awhile? We have been running a long time and I do not think my legs can carry me right now.”

The older demon nodded with a light chuckle, smiling again. “Yes, a rest would be lovely.”

They were free from that evil. 

A little blond head poked out from around his coconut home. He was shy, a human was looking right at him. Him and not the other, more flashy snakes. He didn’t know what to do. Most humans found him a dull, green garter snake.  

The little guy gave an awkward wave and the human smiled. The smile was so bright and full of love, the little snake felt his heart beat faster and his face to heat up. The human smiled more before looking away. This caused the baby snake to worry. What if he left? What if he got a different snake? What he heard next surprised the snake again.

“How much for him?” The human asked someone off to the side but pointed at the garter snake. Joy welled up inside his tiny body. He was in total bliss and didn’t pay attention as his home, with him in it, was taken off the shelf and paid for. He came back to his senses when he got the first scent of the outside world. His tongue worked fast to taste the air. The human, his human, laughed.  

“You need a name…Oh! I got it! Arthur! Do you like that name?”

“Yes.” That was the first time he spoke to anyone, and it was to the man who gave him a home.

Just a fluffy PruCan fic that I am writing.

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It was the first day of high school. Matthew was nervous as hell. His older brother had been putting scary notions in the blond’s head about being a freshman in high school. Matthew didn’t tell his parents about this, hoping his brother would dispel the images but he ran off to college with his boyfriend before he could talk with his younger brother.

With his backpack square on his shoulders, hands holding onto the straps, Matthew got off the school bus. This was now or never.

He wondered around the full campus. Older kids stood in the way as they talked with friends they didn’t get to see over the summer break, paying no mind to the quiet Canadian. Matthew was also looking for his friends, wondering where they would be.

After searching around inside of the school, the blond went outside and quickly spotted his Japanese friend, Kiku. Sighing in relief, Matthew hurried over to his fellow gamer/artist. Standing next to Kiku was a kid Matthew never saw before. Kiku noticed Matthew, smiling a little.

“Hello, Matthew.” The raven haired boy saw he was confused about the sleepy teen with them. “This is Heracles. He came from a different school.”

“Oh, hello. It is nice to meet you. I’m Matthew.” He smiled, loving when he got to make new friends. The brunette returned the smile.

“Do you like…cats?” Heracles asked slowly, like Matthew was soft spoken.

This launched the three of them into conversations which lasted until it was time for them to see their homeroom teacher for their schedules.

The day passed, Matthew getting to see friends in his classes. High school was not as terrifying as Alfred made it sound. Lunch rolled around, Matthew was thrilled to see that he had lunch with Kiku and Heracles. There were also a few people that Matthew was introduced to, like this very hyper Italian named Feliciano, a stoic German named Ludwig. They sat outside, it was a nice day, and everything was going alright until a very loud kid made his way outside.

He was laughing quite obnoxiously. Ludwig rolled his eyes, though he seemed to want to crawl in a hole and die. The loud mouth came right over to their table and plopped himself next to Matthew.

“Ludwig! You didn’t tell me where you were eating! The awesome me had to search the lunch room for you! But you were not in there!” The very pale kid yelled, looking a little miffed by it.

Matthew saw the embarrassment on the blond’s face. “What right do you have to talk that way to him? Who are you?”

The pale boy turned his red eyes to the soft voice next to him, red meeting violet. “I am his awesome brother!”

Matthew’s eye brow rose slightly. “You two are in the same grade? How can—”  He was cut off.

“I was adopted. Name’s Gilbert!” He wasn’t fazed at all by just saying that to the whole table. Gilbert thought it was cool, another feature that made him stand out in the crowd. The Canadian sat still for a second before introducing himself.

First impressions are always wrong, because as the school year went by the two discovered that they had a lot alike. Matthew was also a very good influence on the rowdy albino. He was able to keep him calm, most of the time. Their friendship grew stronger as high school flew by.

There was never a Gilbert without a Matthew. The two were inseparable. They spent time together, looking for a college that the both of them could attend. 

A man with snow white hair woke in the middle of a grassy field. His cinnamon eyes gazed up at cloudless blue sky, a gentle breeze ruffled his hair, and the sun was just above the horizon. It was early morning. He sat up to survey his surroundings. Encircling the field were eight lofty rocks that seemed, from the ground, to touch the Heavens.

Sighed, he running a hand through his hair, ‘How’d I get here?’ he thought, trying to remember something, anything, but each time he tried to think past waking up in the grass all it was blank. There was like a black hole in his memory.

He groaned, both hands grabbing at his hair now. Why couldn’t he remember a single thing! Not even his name came up. He was about to flop back onto the cool ground when he heard soft footsteps nearing his little circle. The pale man grew defensive. He was ready to run or fight, depending on what was coming.

The footsteps stopped and a blond head popped up from the hill. The person ceased walking when it spotted the man in the clearing, their eyes blinking in surprise.

‘Wow, she’s pretty.’  She smiled at the other before drawing closer. Her rich lavender cloak, that matched her eyes, blew out behind her like a pair of wings as she walked.

She stopped just a few feet away, holding a small woven basket in her gentle hands. “Oh, hello there.” Her voice was soft and made the other listen more closely. “I’m Matthew. What’s your name?”

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So my friend and I had this idea, mixing Princess Mononoke and Hetalia(with my OTP PruCan). It follows the basic plot.

Rated: teen  Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Princess Mononoke 

The sun rose high over the wind swept lands of the East. Tucked away in a valley, hidden by the shadow of the mountains, lay a small village. It was normally a quiet life but fear chocked the air. A ringing sound echoed through the valley, calling all the people in from the fields. Something wasn’t right, tension thick in the air. A lone male, with hair as silver as the moon beams-pulled back in pony-tail as tradition-, skin as white as the clouds, and eyes that burned with a red flame, rode atop of a red elk towards the fields. He had to make sure everyone was back and safe at the village, before going to the watchtower. The young man spotted three young women running through the fields. He changed his course, riding towards them. When he was close enough the three girls looked up, smiling, “Prince Gilbert!”

“You three need to hurry. The wise woman has called everyone back to the village.” When they didn’t move, Gilbert growled, “Hurry!” He watched as they began to run towards the town. He wanted to make sure they got there. There was something wrong, and the prince had to be on guard.  

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I thought I was happy, perfectly content with my life.  I was just a big kid, not wanting to grow up. All I wanted was to act crazy, go to bars with Francis and Antonio, and get drunk with them. I was very wrong. Francis started to date a lady named Joan. She was a nice lady, loved to bake, and the food she made was really good. Though Francis changed, he started to decline my invites to go out drinking and came to fewer and fewer Friday night clubbing. He was not the only one. Antonio also got someone new, a loud, hot headed, Italian named Romano. He was the twin brother of the pasta loving Italian that my brother was dating. Though Romano is a guy, he was not fun when drunk, and so to keep Romano from becoming violent, again, we decided that it would be best not to invite him but Antonio follows him like a puppy. I have no clue what he sees in the hot head Italian.

 I’m happy for them both, good for them, I’m just fine alone. I stated to go out drinking alone. It was not as fun if you don’t have a group of friends to be drunk with, and people just look at you with funny or sympatric looks when you are drunk off your rocker alone. I still when to the bar but didn’t drink a lot, maybe one or two glasses of good old German beer.    So this was my life, well…it was until I met this quite blond one Friday night.

It had been raining all day and not many were going to brave it to drink. I sat at the bar with my back to the dance floor, sipping on my beer. The door to the club opened and a wet blond stood there, looking like he needed a drink. I looked back at my beer and didn’t see him until he sat next to me, not saying a word.

Soon, after sitting in silence except for the music in the background, I started up a conversation. And that was all it took. It was easy to talk to the other. We meet up every day, the same bar, and even in the same spots. That is when I was when I saw what had caused a change in my friends.  We had found our other halves.

Thank you, Matthew Williams.

Should it be “Thank you” or “I love you”?

I love the rain, standing out in the cool water makes my worries roll away as the liquid washes over me. But the reason I love the rain more than that is because it can hide my tears.

I’d only come in when my mother yelled for me to “Get my ass inside before I came down with a cold!” but I’d laugh on the inside. For after standing the rain I felt lighter, more refreshed. It was a feeling that I treasured more than anything.

For years I would stand in the refreshing waters, getting soaked through, as my pain rolled out of my eyes and mixed with the rain. I saw nothing wrong with this. This was my way of releasing the pain that is caused from living.

Now that I am older, I have a new reason to love the rain.

Now when it rains I feel a pair of warm arms wrap around my waist. I smile. You keep my pains away. You show me the brighter side. With you with me I always know that there is some one that I love and can make me smile.

I love you, Gilbert Beilschmidt.