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Minos X Albafica (Drabble)

Characters/pairings: Minos X Albafica Series: Saint Seiya Rating: 18+ Warnings: Gore Words: 418 (Unfinished One-Shot) Summary: Was going to be an alternative version of the fight between Minos and Albafica, in which Minos was going all sadistic rapist AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5186039/chapters/11949488

Albafica’s heart was beating rapidly, forcing adrenaline through his body as quickly as possible in an attempt to lessen the pain and give him a chance to flee. However it only numbed the pain for a moment and in Minos’ Cosmic Marionette’s grip he was unable to move. While the bone crushing movements of his body continued even the adrenaline couldn’t hold back the excruciating pain. Choking on his screams Albafica could hear Minos laugh when he twisted the Pisces’ body in ways it was not supposed to bend; breaking more bones in the process; forcing even more screams from the man the griffin had called beautiful more than once. The Pisces hadn’t known he was able to experience pain in the afterlife. Yet here he was, in the underworld, in Minos grip, experiencing the same pain he had felt when he was defending Athena. Though this time he was unable to defend himself. While Minos had regained his clothes as soon as he got back into the underworld, Albafica was left without his gold cloth, leaving him in ripped clothes. He was no match for the griffin anymore. If he hadn’t been death already he would have died ten times more by now. In between waves of pain, Albafica just wished Minos would get bored of him and stop punishing him. As if the Griffin had heard his thoughts, Minos suddenly stopped. He kept the pisces saint in a tight grip, but allowed the male a moment to breath. “It would have been such a waste to just throw that beautiful face away, don’t you think?” Minos purred with a smirk on his lips. Albafica’s face turned to the ground and his eyes closed. He tried to ignore the pain in his body and gather his energy to break free from the other’s grip. He wasn’t listening to the Griffin’s words, because he didn’t want to hear a word about his ‘pretty’ face. Having a pretty face was useless when nobody was ever able to touch him; getting poisoned by the touch of his skin. He understood why Minos was doing this to him. From the eyes of a specter Albafica had been in the way of reviving Hades. Still he didn’t regret killing the griffin. He protected Athena with everything he had and if he would be forced to do it again, he would give his life yet another time without a second thought.

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Aldebaran X Mu (Drabble)

Characters/pairings: Aldebaran X Mu Series: Saint Seiya Rating: aah...?? Dunno actually :’D Warnings: none Words: 647 (Unfinished One-Shot) Summary: Aldebaran comes to visit Mu on a calm night AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5186039/chapters/11949473

Mu took a deep calming breath. Sitting on one of the edges of his sanctuary, he opened his eyes to the evening sky. The sun slowly disappeared behind the horizon, turning the sky a beautiful orange red. It was peaceful, finally peaceful. No injured people, no pain, no death. Everything just felt right, the world felt right and he could get used that feeling. He glanced to his side where Kiki lay curled up into a ball, fast asleep. A gentle smile played on the Aries’ lips as he saw the calmness of the kid. Something he hadn’t seen on Kiki’s face for a while. Just looking at his apprentice filled him with peaceful thoughts. The Aries saint heard heavy footsteps behind him. He recognized them as they came to him more often than some knew. And on an evening like this, those footsteps were very welcomed. The footsteps stop just behind him, loose sand scratched over the stones below the male’s shoes as he sat down on one knee. Two heavy hands were placed on Mu’s shoulders and not long after warm lips pressed against the crook of the Aries’ neck. Mu closed his eyes, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. When the male pulled away and sat down next to the Aries, Mu opened his eyes again and looked at the Taurus. A bear of a man, strong and intimidating, but when on his good side, gentle and loving. He was wearing something simple. Just a jeans, a shirt and a leather jacket. Clearly the Taurus had noticed there was no need for his gold cloth at this time. “From afar you looked quite lonely.” Aldebaran tried to keep his voice down, but even whispering the male’s voice was low and rough. “But I see you are not alone.” Mu let his eye slide to his other side for another moment, smiling at the sleeping figure next to him. Kiki had stirred in his sleep when Aldebaran spoke, but with a soft sleepy moan the kid continued his night rest. The Aries turned his eyes back to the Taurus and smile. “I’m not alone.” He whispered his reply. “But I like your company.” Aldebaran smiled and leaned closer to the Aries. Mu reached with his hand for the Taurus’ cheek, knowing what the male wanted, and let the Taurus press his lips against his in a gentle kiss. The Taurus didn’t move away after they stopped kissing, he let their noses gently brush together as he tried to whisper again. “I was wondering if you would come with me, back to the Taurus temple.” Mu smiled. He knew that going with the male now meant he wouldn’t come back until the next morning. “I’ll have to get Kiki inside first.” He agreed to the request. Aldebaran nodded and stood up. “Leave that to me.” He walked around the Aries saint and carefully picked up the sleeping Aries apprentice, trying not to wake him, and carried him into the Aries temple. Mu stood up as well, following the giant just to make sure the male knew where Kiki slept. Only a few minutes later they walked outside, up the stairs back to Aldebaran’s place. By the time they were there, the sun had already disappeared behind the horizon, making place for a beautiful starry sky. Mu turned around to watch it as they were at the highest step. The Taurus stepped behind him and slowly pulled away Mu’s scarf, baring the male’s neck and shoulder. Before Aldebaran’s lips touched Mu’s neck again, the Aries could feel the male’s warm breath warming his skin. The Taurus made a trail of kisses from Mu’s ear down to this shoulder after he wrapped his strong arms around the small male’s body.

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Ok so.. I just had to post this because I have no idea how I managed to draw this.. but I’m seriously proud of myself and all.. so here you go…

I drew it for secret santa for purple-giant

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Akashi X Kuroko Drabble

Characters/pairings: Akashi X Kuroko Series: Kuroko no Basket Rating: 16+ Warnings: uuhh nakedness..?? Words: 349 (Unfinished One-Shot) Summary: As Kuroko is showering, Akashi is joining him. Note: Have this laying around for a while now.. So I think I should finally post something off it.. It was supposed to end in something BDSM stuff... never happened though XD

Akashi opened the shower’s door, without warning Kuroko that he was coming in. He stepped inside and felt the warm water drops fall down on his skin.

The shadow, who stood with his back towards Akashi and with his face towards the shower, looked over his shoulder. His normal unreadable eyes showed the red haired point guard either surprise or shock, what exactly Akashi couldn’t tell, but they already showed him more than they normally would.

It meant that his action had an impact on the shadow. Akashi’s lips curled in a small smirk. Maybe it wasn’t the last thing Kuroko expected him to do, but it definitely wasn’t one of the first things.

“Akashi?” Kuroko asked with his, as usual, monotone voice. “Why are you here?” He wanted to turn around, but Akashi grabbed him by his shoulder and stopped him.

“Don’t turn around, Tetsuya.” The point guard said and held the shadow’s shoulders tightly. When Kuroko stopped and faced the wall again, he let his hands slowly slide down the shadow’s arms and stepped a bit closer, pulling Kuroko’s naked body closer against his. “I’m here, because I want to.” He explained. He didn’t expect a reply. Kuroko knew, and so did the other Teiko basketball members, that whenever he told them something, they shouldn’t argue with him.

Kuroko kept quiet, like Akashi liked it most. The shadow wrapped one arm around his own waist, while the other hung relaxed along his body, quietly waiting for Akashi to continue. He held his head slightly tilted to the side, not enough to look at his team captain, but just enough for Akashi to notice that Kuroko was slightly cautious.

It annoyed the red haired point guard. There was no reason for anyone to doubt his decisions. He, the one that always wins, was always right.

He pressed his lips against Kuroko’s ear and wrapped both his arms around the shadow’s waist. “You’re doubting me, Tetsuya.” He stated sharp. “Don’t you thrust me?”

Kuroko’s body stiffened for a moment, indicating that he shock that Akashi had noticed his hesitation.

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Erwin's Brothel

Characters/pairings: Erwin X Levi Series: Shingeki no Kyojin Rating: 16+ Warnings: ? Words: 3617 (Unfinished One-Shot) Summary: Erwin is Levi's pimp and wants Levi to teach Eren how to be a proper prostitute. Levi doesn't give a damn though.. Note: This was suppose to end in a smut.. But my brain stopped working.. so have an unfinished thing... maybe I'll finish it one day...

Without knocking Levi opened the door to Erwin’s office and stepped inside. His short dark hair was damp from the shower he just took and he wore freshly washed clothes. A skin tight jeans hugged his legs and were tucked into black heavy boots. To cover his torso he wore a long dark grey shirt that reached ‘till over his hips and on top an even longer black knitted cardigan.

Because he had pulled them straight from the tumble dryer they still smelled like the flowery perfumed soap they had been washed with. The scent was a little too feminine to his liking, still he enjoyed the scent, as it neutralized the heavy sweaty sex stench that drifted almost permanently through the building.

He didn’t look at the brothel’s owner until he quietly clicked the door back into its frame. With his hands tucked into his cardigan’s pocket’s he leaned against the engraved wooden door and turned his attention to his boss. “You asked for me.” He stated , his voice uninterested and monotone.

“A moment.” Was the only thing Erwin said, as he quietly finished reading and signing the papers in front of him.

While he waited, Levi’s eyes lingered over Erwin’s masculine posture. His long face, strong jaw, his thick brushy eyebrows and his broad shoulders. Even though he wasn’t close enough to see the fine details he knew exactly how the male looked up close, as he had seen the male up close more than once before.  Often enough to remember every unevenness in his skin and stubble on his chin.

Levi didn’t startle when Erwin looked up from the papers and straight into the male’s eyes. It was no secret that the dark haired male enjoyed looking at his boss. Nor did Erwin mind the man’s eyes trailing over his body.

Erwin shove his chair back and crossed his arms loosely. To Levi irritation the male looked at him without a word, considering his word choices carefully.

Levi raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to voice his irritation for Erwin’s slowness, but Erwin was quicker.

“I want to talk to you about the new kid.”

Levi’s eyebrow only raised higher at that. The new kid, Eren Yeager, was a poor orphan that knocked on Erwin’s door just a week ago. He wasn’t the first orphan. Erwin’s whole brothel existed out of orphans, beggars, poor shoplifters and junkies; pretty much anyone that was in need of money and a better life.

A ‘better life’ seemed ironic to say about a brothel, but it was, especially in the eyes of a beggar. Erwin was a saint as long as his boys and girl just performed their work properly. He fed them, provided them clothes, protected them, gave them a roof over their heads and paid them their rightfully earned share.

“What about him?” Levi broke off his own rail of thoughts.

“I assume you heard what happened yesterday?”

Levi couldn’t whip of the smile that appeared on his lips. He heard the story from the other prostitutes. The virgin kid had his first costumer and almost choked on the man’s cock. If the stories were true, the costumer hadn’t allowed Eren to pull back to breath and so the brunette had clenched his teeth together, biting the man’s cock.

Even though he didn’t like to admit it, he did recognise himself in the kid. Back in the day, almost eleven years ago, he too had thought about biting some customer’s cocks off. In fact sometimes he still had the urge to do so. Some were just assholes.

“I have.”

Levi hadn’t seen how Erwin had handled the situation, but he could guess. Erwin would have ruffled Eren’s hair and ask him how he was feeling ok. Eren would have the rest of the day off (which Levi knew he had) and later on he would have a conversation with the boy. A conversation in which Erwin would find out what went wrong and how they were going to prevent it from happening again. Only when these things were happening on a regular basis Erwin would switch over to more drastic measures,

But why did the blond want to talk with him about Eren? Did he need advice? Surely he wasn’t going to be of any help. He didn’t care if Erwin was going to punish the kid or not.

“Levi.” Erwin said after a moment of silence. He leaned with his elbows on his chair’s armrests and bend a little forward. “I want you to teach him.”

For a moment Levi stared dumbfounded at his pimp. “What?” His voice turned darker and soon enough sorted his thoughts back in line to give the man his answer. “I won’t. Do it yourself.” There was no maybe in his voice. The answer came out straightforward and firm. The thought of babysitting a kid and teaching him how to please a man -or woman- was damn right boring to him. He could understand that costumers thought a virgin was cute (and tight), but Levi like the more experienced men. The ones that knew what they were doing. The ones that were older than he was. The ones that had a wife and came especially towards him to feel the pleasure their wives couldn’t provide. Eren was none of that.

“How old is the kid anyway?” He couldn’t be very old. Twenty at max. A twenty year old virgin with a baby face. Unlikely, but not impossible. No matter how old he was, he was definitely younger than Levi, with quite an age gap.

“He said he’s eighteen.”

Levi raised an eyebrow at the uncertainty in Erwin’s answer. “But he is younger.” Levi stated, knowing damn well that was what Erwin was thinking. “You didn’t even check?”

“He doesn’t have an ID to confirm it.” Erwin didn’t pull his eyes off Levi for even a moment.

“And still you took him in. Risking to be charged with recruiting underaged prostitutes.” Levi wasn’t lecturing the man. He didn’t care what his pimp would do to ruin the brothel, he merely liked voicing the male’s idiocy.

“I told him to come back when he was older, but he insisted that he needed the money.” Erwin’s words sounded like he was defending himself, but his voice gave away that he wasn’t even trying. He knew he was doing the wrong thing, but he had his own reasons for taking the risk; his weakness for the poor, that was for sure.

“You’re too soft.”

Erwin’s mouth corners curled into a smile, admitting his weakness without words. “If I wasn’t you’d still be wandering through alleys; robbing old ladies to pay for your meth.”

Levi became quiet, silently agreeing. Erwin was the only reason why he managed to pull out of his previous lifestyle. And he was glad he had. Luckily Erwin didn’t address his sudden silence. They both knew it was true; Levi didn’t need to agree to confirm it.

Erwin was the one breaking the silence. He took a deep breath first, turning his eyes to desk before looking back up at Levi. “So, why do you refuse?”

Levi clicked annoyed with his tongue. Erwin wasn’t that easily to convince after all. He stared out of the window for a moment trying to come up with something that would save him from Erwin’s ‘brilliant ideas’. He pushed himself away from the door, his eyes turned back to the pimp as he stepped into his direction. Leaned with his hip against the side of the desk, he crossed his arms, strengthening his words with his posture. “I won’t let a rookie virgin bite off my cock.” Before Erwin could respond he added: “It’s more than a twelve year age difference. I refuse to fuck with underaged kids.”

Erwin pressed his fingertips against each other and leaned back into his chair. His lips were curled into a triumphant smirk. “I never heard you complain about age difference before though.”

Levi rolled his eyes, knowing Erwin was referring to them. “There is a difference.” Experience. Erwin was ten years older and experienced and Eren was younger and a virgin, but Levi didn’t need to explain. Erwin knew damn well what the problem was. He had voiced his complaints about young costumers more than once.

When Levi raised an eyebrow Erwin whipped the smile of his face and sighed deeply. With his arms crossed, he straightened his back. “I don’t want you to fuck him or let him fuck you. He’s supposed to stay virgin until someone decides to pay for his virginity.”

Levi wasn’t surprised. With a bit of luck Eren’s virginity could be sold for twice or even three times the money of a normal fuck. It was only logical to save the boy’s virginity.

“And he will not bite of anyone’s cock off.” Erwin added. “I promised to find him someone to practice on. Someone that could teach him.”

Levi sighed out loud. Maybe it was time to use different tricks, tricks that never failed him before, because he was really getting annoyed by Erwin’s attempts to convince him. No was no.

Erwin couldn’t force him into anything. Not anymore. The time he was in need of money was long gone. He could leave this very instant; hire an apartment of his own; find himself a proper job. There was no need for him to stay any longer and whore himself out to strangers. Still he hadn’t left.

He convinced others and himself that it was because he enjoyed himself as a prostitute: with the sex, his colleagues, the thrill of getting fucked by strangers. None of it was a lie, but he knew there was only one real reason for not leaving: Erwin.

“Why me?” Levi pulled away from the desk and stepped with a sway of his hips over Erwin’s lap. “You can teach him too.” While he lowered himself onto the male’s legs, he reached with his arms past the male’s face and grabbed the chair’s backrest. He brushed their noses teasingly together and let his warm breath ghost over the pimp’s lips.

Erwin’s arms unfolded. At first it looked like the male wasn’t affected by Levi’s provocation, but the way his hands found Levi’s ass and groped his buttocks roughly indicated differently. Levi was pulled further into the male’s lap and felt their crotches meet. Immediately Levi grinded his hips against Erwin’s and forced a low groan from the pimp.

“Because you’re the highest earner and the most experienced.” Erwin replied in a husk tone. He leaned forward to cross that inch distance between their lips, but Levi pulled teasingly back, keeping that inch distance. The blond first had to ‘need’ him before he would give in to something as intimate as a kiss.

Levi huffed out his breath in a half laugh. He leaned towards the blonde’s ear and whispered: “You taught me.” While he pulled away, his hands had moved from the backrest to Erwin’s neck. He captured the blonde’s lower lip between his teeth and playfully pulled it until it slipped free.

Erwin didn’t respond. His breath rhythm had slightly quickened and Levi could feel the man was getting excited by the hardness that formed between his legs.

He was giving in, or at least that was what Levi thought. Smirking to himself, he slide his hands down over Erwin’s collar. His fingers hooked into the bolo tie and slowly but steady pulled the turquoise ornamental clasp down. After pulling it over the male’s head and throwing it onto the desk behind him, his hands trailed back over the male’s neck and throat, following his Adam's apple with his index finger. At the first button Levi met on Erwin’s blouse, the prostitute shifted his eyes to Erwin’s.

The blond was looking down, seemingly concentrating himself on the roundness of Levi’s ass and soon moving his hands up, slipping under Levi’s shirt and cardigan to touch the heated skin underneath the fabric.

Levi eagerly pushed into the hands that were teasing his stomach and sat up a little to encourage them to move lower, which they did. Erwin looked up at Levi and cupped the package hidden behind the skin tight jeans. The jeans that soon were going to be truly uncomfortably tied.

As soon as Erwin noticed a bulge forming in his hand he stopped holding back. Levi let out impatient moans when lips met with his neck and the tip of a tongue drew greedy circles down his throat.

Levi had the male exactly where he wanted him. Erwin was longing for him, which was the stage in which the male was easy to persuade.

Skillfully Levi unbuttoned the rest of Erwin’s buttons until the blouse hang open. He looked down as he touched the well trained abs with flat hands. He took a deep breath, taking in the warmth and movement of the muscles every time Erwin moved or breathed. He longed for the blond as much as Erwin longed for him, thought he couldn’t let his lust take over yet. First he had to make sure Erwin had changed his mind.

With the tiniest smirk on his lips he moved his hands up, trailing over Erwin’s too perfect body and settled them on his broad shoulders, pushing the blouse away from his shoulder in the process. His eyes had followed his hands and when they were on his shoulder, turned further up, meeting with Erwin’s gaze.

“Picking me to teach him would be a bad idea.” Levi persuaded, making sure that Erwin would understand that he was going to stop in the middle of what they were doing by added a little darkness to his voice.

Erwin didn’t seemed to be affected by Levi’s thread even a little and chuckled softly. “You are showing me exactly that you are more than capable of show him how it’s done, though.” He purred.

Levi narrowed his eyes and pulled away in an instance. Had he just caused the completely opposite of what he wanted to happen? He only left his hands loosely on the male’s shoulders, in case Erwin would decide to take back his words and they could continue where they felt off.

“I won’t change my mind.” Erwin added so calmly that it only pissed Levi off more.

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Midnight Project

Characters/pairings: Eren X Levi Series: Shingeki no Kyojin Rating: 18+ Warnings: Oral and anal sex Words: 3617 (One-shot) Summary: A year after the death of boy band member Marco, Erwin, the manager, found Midnight Project a new member through auditions: Eren. Eren though is still a raw diamond and needs a lot of training to get on the same level als the other members (Jean, Berthold, Reiner and Levi). Just when Levi is about to give up on the new member he thinks about a different way to teach Eren his famous body roll.

Link to AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1686686

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I already posted this once on my main tumblr, but I thought this drabble would fit really well on this blog :3

Series: Orginal Rating: All ages Warnings: None Words: 697 (Drabble) Summary: Mason the witch's son

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The Witch’s Son

It was raining cats and dogs. Which was, to the eyes of normal people, a very odd or maybe even disturbing sight. The animals came down howling and meowing, but whenever they hit the ground they seemed to melt away and sink into the ground like normal drops of water.

A young male stepped out of a small cottage in the middle of the forest. His hair was short and dark brown, his clothes were worn with some holes and strains in it. In his ear he wore an earring with a pheasant feather and between his lips and teeth he held a cigarette holder with a lit cigarette.

The male was carrying a large, heavy barrel and didn’t seemed to be surprised about the falling animals. He had seen it happen more than ones. Spells that his mother casted by accident whenever she was irritated. The animals dropped on top of him and just like they did on the ground, the cats and dogs melted over him and dropped down to the ground, leaving no strains on the male’s clothes or skin.

“Mason!” A woman’s voice came out of the cottage before the young male was even able to place the barrel next to the door. “Get me more yew berries and alehoof!”

Mason sighed softly. He placed the barrel on the ground and stretched himself. He just woke and his mother was already giving him a pile of work to do. “Can you first make those animals stop falling from the air? It freaks me out.” He replied.

Mason heard his mother snapping her fingers and immediately the animals in the air disappeared and made place for a real downfall. The male tried to flee back inside, but it was no use. Before he was able to step inside his clothes and cigarette were already soaking wet.

“Better?” A middle aged woman, who was stirring a large kettle on a fire in the back of the cottage, asked; Mason’s mother, the witch of this forest. Her hair was curly and started to lose its brown colour. Lines were forming around her eyes and mouth corners and she looked irritated.

Really, his mother was a lovely woman, unlike what other people thought of her, but when she was irritated it was better to stay out of her way. Why she was annoyed Mason did not know for sure, but he assumed it had something to do with the potion she was trying to brew in the last two weeks.

Mason didn’t react to his mother’s question. He knew she understood that he didn’t like the rain either and that she was only asking to make him stop complaining.

The male walked to the rocking chair in the front of the cottage and grabbed his shoulder bag that lay over the back of it. Without another word he walked to the door and, on his way, threw his soaked cigarette in the trashbin. In the doorway he stopped.

Mason made a hollow ball with both his hands and brought it to his lips. He whispered words into a small opening between his thumbs, before he turned them above his head and blew the words out of his hand. At first it didn’t seem like anything was happening, but as soon as he stepped into the rain, the water changed direction above Mason’s head and fell down next to him. He wasn’t as good as his mother, but he too had some tricks up his sleeve to make life a bit more comfortable. And the umbrella spell was probably one of his most favourite ones.

He pulled his bag further onto his shoulder and made his way into the forest. It was only a few meters away from the cottage when Mason got out of the rain. Behind him the rain still poured, though. He turned around to see the dark cloud hanging above his home. He shook his head with a sigh and walked further. Honestly he wasn’t all that bothered that he had to search for some herbs for his mother. With the mood she was in, he didn’t want to be around her all day.

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Eskimo Kisses

Characters/pairings: Mike X Erwin Series: Shingeki no Kyojin Rating: 13+ Warnings: Romance Words: 434 (Drabble) Summary: Baras are supposed to eskimo kiss.. That's what they are made for.

The tip of a cold nose gently pressed against the crook of Erwin Smith’s neck. Too concentrated on his work the lieutenant hadn’t heard the person coming in. He knew who it was thought, Mike Zacharias, and he didn’t mind him distracting him.

Mike trailed his nose up all the way to Erwin’s earlobe and the lieutenant followed the movement in his thoughts. His eyes closed slowly and he tilted his head a little to the side, making way for Mike’s touch. He could hear Mike’s breathing rhythm when Mike moved the tip of his nose behind Erwin’s ear.

A deep inhale of air indicated that the squad leader was taking in his scent. Something that Erwin knew Mike normally only did when meeting new people. However Mike had picked up the habit of taking in Erwin’s scent more often than others. It was a strange habit, but during the time he stopped bothering about it and embraced it, turning it into a ritual whenever they were alone.

“Are you done with your work?” Mike’s breath ghosted of Erwin’s ear when he whispered the words into it.

“Not yet.” Erwin replied. He turned his head to look at Mike. Their noses brushed against each other, but instead of pulling away both of them pressed the tips together.

Mike let the tip of his nose gently run over the bridge of Erwin’s and back down, before pressing his forehead against Erwin’s and keeping their noses connected.

With their eyes locked, Erwin reached for the rigid hair on the blonde’s chin. His heartbeat was speeding up, just like his breathing rhythm. Mike was able to do such a thing, making Erwin long for the blonde’s touch.

He noticed Mike’s lips coming closer to his, in an attempted to kiss him, but instead of leaning in Erwin pulled slightly back, without detaching their foreheads and noses. It wasn’t as if he didn’t want to kiss the male. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to pull back afterwards. He still had some work to finish before he could allow himself getting pulled into Mike’s touch.

He could see the surprise in Mike’s eyes and smiled gentle in return. Playfully he brushed the tip of his nose against Mike’s a few times in a quick motion and chuckled. “In about one hour.” He whispered with his rough voice.

Mike seemed to be satisfied with the answer. His mouth corners curled into a smile and he slowly pulled away. “Your room.” He replied and stepped away. Without another word he left the office, leaving Erwin alone with his work.

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1666853

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Valentine's Day (Old Drabble)

Characters/pairings: England X China Series: Hetalia Rating: 13+ Warnings: Romance Words: 841 (Drabble) Summary: Yao receives valentine's presents and wonders who send it to him.

Yao stared dumbfounded at the deliverer in the doorway. The male held an enormous bouquet roses and a small heart shaped box towards Yao.

“Delivery for Mister Wang Yao.” The deliverer said pushed the roses in Yao’s hands and stuck the heart shaped box under the nations arm. “Happy valentine’s day I assume, sir.” The deliverer said, turned around and left without another word.

Yao blinked still standing in the doorway of his house. He completely forgot that it was Valentine’s Day and hadn’t expected to receive anything from anyone. Not sure what to do he slowly turned back into the house. He placed the roses onto the table, just like the heart-shaped box and walked back to the front door to close it.

When he walked back to the roses and the box, he noticed that a blush had crept onto his cheeks. It had been a very long time since he last received something for Valentine’s Day and it made him very curious from whom this was.

He took the roses from the table and searched for a card that could tell him more. He found one, but it didn’t seem to be of any help, as the words didn’t tell him more than: ‘Happy Valentine’s day, Yao.” Curiously he lay down the roses and turned his attention to the heart-shaped box, maybe he had more luck with figuring out who send him the valentine’s presents if he opened the box.

Carefully he broke the seal and opened the box. The box was filled with small heart shaped chocolates, clearly home-made as the hearts weren’t perfectly shaped.

Yao smiled softly. He normally didn’t celebrate valentine, but the presents warmth his heart and really made wonder who was thinking about him and was kind enough to send the presents.

With small steps he walked to the kitchen to prepare some tea to drink while he would enjoy the chocolates and thought about any possible candidate to be sender of the gifts.

First he thought about the other Asians, but he scratched them quickly. The other Asians were more like his brothers and sisters instead of lovers. Maybe Yong Soo would, but he scratched him as well. The energetic Korean would probably jump him claiming his breast instead of sending him flowers and chocolates.

Maybe it was one of the Allies. He scratched Ivan right away; the male would have sent him sunflowers instead of roses. Alfred was scratched soon after that. Whatever the American baked or cooked it would be in the brightest colours that he could find and the chocolate Yao received were their normal chocolate brown colour. Next was Arthur. Yao turned pale as soon as he thought about him. He could scratch him from the list as well. The last time he received a valentine’s present from the Briton was before the opium war. There was not even a chance that Arthur would send him flowers. The last one was Francis. Yao could picture the Frenchman to send chocolates and flowers to every single country that he knew. That man had just too much love he liked to share with other. Though, Francis was an excellent cook, his chocolate hearts would have been perfectly shaped.

When Yao woke up from his thought his tea water was long done. He grabbed a tealeaves filled teapot and poured hot water into it. With the teapot and a cup in his hands he walked back to the chocolates and the roses.

He took one of the chocolates and bit into it.

What happened next had happened in a blink of the eye. Yao took a sprint to the kitchen and spit the chocolate out into the sink. “Arthur! You bastard!” He exclaimed disgusted to the sink. He grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and filled it with water, quickly washing away the horrible taste of the chocolates. Was that opium bastard trying to poison him?

He suddenly realised that, without noticing himself, he coupled Arthur and the chocolates. Arthur had sent him the flowers and the disgusted chocolates. Nobody was able to mess up food the way Arthur could, there was no doubt that the Briton made those chocolates.

As soon as the burned taste of the chocolate filling was washed away as good as possible, Yao walked back to the heart shaped box and threw it in the garbage to prevent anyone from getting poisoned by them.

When he walked back into the living room with a grimace on his face, he noticed the flowers again. His facial expression softened slightly. The roses were huge and in perfect blood. The chocolates may have been awful, but the bouquet was beautiful.

Yao took the bouquet and smelled them. The sweet smell of the flowers brightened his mood a little bit more. Maybe. Just maybe, Yao did fell a little bit flustered by the present from the Briton. With a little smile playing on his lips, Yao walked to the kitchen with the bouquet to put them in a vase.

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1208404

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First Dance (Old Drabble)

Characters/pairings: Hong Kong X Taiwan Series: Hetalia Rating: 13+ Warnings: Romance Words: 898 (Drabble) Summary: When Taiwan walks away from the festival, Hong Kong follows her to the lake. There they share their first dance together.

Jin's eyes followed Mei when she quietly walked away from the festival's main square. The young Taiwanese girl stepped onto the porch of Yao's house and looked over her shoulder straight into Jin's eyes, with a beautiful smile adoring her face.

The young Chinese male's heart skipped a few beat after seeing her smile. When Mei turned around again and continued walking, Jin carefully followed her, not sure if he should.

On the other side Mei stepped off the porch again and walked towards the edge of the lake that lay about fifty yards away from Yao's house.

Jin followed her until the porch's edge and stared at her back. Again he doubted if he should follow her, maybe she just wanted to be alone.

Jin suddenly felt a hand against his back and he looked up surprised.

Yao stood behind him and pushed him into Mei's direction. "Follow her." He said with a friendly smile.

Jin looked at Mei's back and then back at Yao, but didn't say a word neither did he followed Mei. Even when Yao told him to go, he doubted. He didn't understand why the old Chinese male even wanted him to follow her.

"She wants you to follow her." Yao said and gave him another push. This time hard enough to push him off the porch.

Jin took a few steps into Mei's direction. He looked over his shoulder once more and saw Yao standing on the exact same spot with his arms folded in his oversized sleeves and a proud smile on his face.

Jin quickly turned back to Mei and followed her all the way down to the lake.

The Taiwanese girl stared over the calm water that was lightened by the full moon and some fireflies that flew around.

Jin stopped next to her and looked at her to make sure she didn't mind he was with her.

Mei turned her face to him and smiled. It was almost as if she was waiting for something and it made Jin nervous, yet it did not show on his face. He had no idea what she expected and neither did he know what he should do.

While they quietly stared in each other's eyes Jin noticed they could still hear the music from the festival. Nervously he searched for Mei's hand and took it. He slowly led her closer to the water and gently grabbed her waist with his free hand. He had seen Mei dancing many times and assumed she wouldn't mind to dance with him.

Mei knew exactly what Jin was planning and gently placed her hand on his upper arm.

Taking Mei's action as an approval, Jin carefully took their first dance steps, leading her with his best dance skills along the shore.

While everyone was at the festival, Jin and Mei went deeper into their own little world with every dancing step they took. Their eyes were locked, Mei's cheeks were flushed and every single inch of Jin's body was tingling.

At a certain point the music became slower and so became their dancing. Slowly dancing in a small circle they kept staring at each other. Their faces came closer to each other, but Jin only noticed that when they were a mere two inches away from each other.

He kept himself from letting out a shuddering breath. The only thing he had to do now was cross those two inches, but they felt further away than they actually were.

When suddenly the music became faster again, both Mei and Jin woke up out of their little world.

Mei chuckled and Jin start dancing with her again. He took her hand and let the Taiwanese girl dance a circle under his arm. He took her waist again and continued dancing a bit more assured than before.

A warm smile appeared on Mei's face and even affected the normally expressionless face of Jin. His lips turned into the smallest of smiles and his veins filled themselves with a warm and tingling feeling.

He let her circle once more under his arm and then pulled her closer. He let go of her hand and placed both his hands on her waist. Mei on her turns placed both her hands on his shoulders and stepped even closer.

Jin stared deeply into Mei's eyes and made sure they wouldn't be surprised by the music this time. He bended towards her face and gently pressed their lips together.

Mei's grip around Jin's shoulder became tighter and Jin's arms wrapped themselves around Mei's waist, pulling her as close as he possibly could.

When their lips separated, Jin stared back into Mei's eyes. "Mei." He whispered softly.

Mei smiled with a blush on her face. She touched his cheek and pecked his lips once more. "We have to go back." She whispered back.

Jin nodded, on the inside it was as if his wobbly legs would give in any second, but on the outside he still looked as he normally did, cool and assured.

Mei was right; people probably already noticed they were gone. Yao did know where they were, but Jin was sure that the old Chinese male wouldn't be able to hold everyone away from them, if he even was trying to keep them away.

Looking at Mei Jin entwined their fingers carefully and slowly pulled her back to the festival.

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/447125

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Birthday Gift (Old Drabble)

Characters/pairings: France X England Series: Hetalia Rating: 13+ Warnings: Romance Words: 799 (Drabble) Summary: Birthday gift I wrote for a friends once.

"Get off me, frog!" Arthur called out a little panicked when the licentious Frenchman pressed him down in the grass.

"But mon chere." Francis said luscious. "It is only a kiss. You don't want to disappoint a fan of yours, do you?"

Arthur stopped struggling for a moment when the Frenchman hit the exactly right string. Quietly staring at the Frenchman on top of him, he gave the request another thought. He never actually thought he had an admirer and of course, knowing this, he didn't want to disappoint her. Yet he wondered why, of all things, he had to kiss with that bloody Frenchman.

"Only one picture." Francis reminded him quietly. A glistering in his eyes, gave away that even if Arthur would refuse, he would at least try to steal that one kiss.

Arthur looked hesitantly into the Frenchman's blue eyes. He swallowed and felt how a blush found its way to his cheeks. Was he really considering kissing with frog?

"Only one then." The Briton quietly decided, stuttering. When he spoke the words, he could barely recognise himself in them. "And no copies! Send the picture straight to her!" He added to make sure that the Frenchman would understand that he was absolutely not doing this for him, but for his admirer.

"Oui. Only one and only for 'er." Francis said and brought his face closer than it already was. "Wrap your arms around my shoulders. The picture will look better." He advised and let their noses touch in an almost cute way.

Arthur became slightly nervous when he felt Francis nose against his. His blush became a deeper red and he slowly closed his eyes, because looking in those bright blue eyes wasn't helping him to slow down his rapidly beating heart, neither did they calm his nerves.

Hesitantly he wrapped his arms around Francis shoulders, hoping that if he would just do what frog told him, the picture would be taken quickly and it would be over sooner.

He could feel Francis' breath against his lips and a hand against his side. It didn't take long before the French lips touched his and the Briton's breathe hissed.

With his lips tightly pressed together, Arthur tried to endure the kiss, but Francis didn't seem to be satisfied quickly. The Frenchman's lips moved over Arthur's and soon Francis tongue touched the British lips, trying to find an opening between them.

In Arthur's mind he refused to open them, yet his lips decided differently. They slightly parted and let the foreign tongue invade his mouth. His eyebrows drew together, when he noticed that he wasn't even sure anymore if he wanted to enjoy it or not.

Ashamed he tried to push the Frenchman off him, but Francis didn't let him go away and deepened the kiss.

When Francis' dominant and talented tongue forced a soft and muffled moan from Arthur's lips, the Briton clenched his fingers around the Frenchman's shirt. He still couldn't believe that he was actually letting Francis kiss him, something that he had refuse to do for such a long time. And yet, he had the feeling that he wasn't going to regret it.

Minutes long Arthur let Francis kiss him, until the Frenchman finally pulled away, allowing them both to breath.

Arthur lay still in the grass, his eyes still closed and his lips slightly parted. It took a while before he decided to open his eyes, seeing that the blue eyes were still really close to his. Embarrassed he looked away. "You got your picture, just let go of me now, frog." He mumbled a little annoyed.

"Aah, the picture." Francis suddenly said. His voice was slightly surprised.

Arthur looked at the Frenchman through the corners of his eyes. The sound of Francis' voice made him wary.

"I don't think I turned the camera on yet." Francis said with the slightest bit of sorrow.

Arthur's eyes widened when he came to the conclusion that he had kiss the Frenchman for nothing. "You bloody wanker!" He called out angry. "How can you forget something like that?!"

Francis, managed to jump away from Arthur faster than the Briton expected and laughed, showing Arthur that he didn't feel sorry for forgetting. "But you did not dislike it, did you mon amour?"

Arthur's flushed even more then he already did. He made fist of his hands, but had no idea what to reply, because he still did not knew what to think about the kiss. "Just get out you bloody git!" he called out frustrated, having the urge to throw something towards the Frenchman's head.

Francis chuckled and blew him a kiss. "Don't regret it, Angleterre." He said lovingly and quickly left the garden, before Arthur would find something to throw to his head.

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/695027

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Valentine's Day (Old Drabble)

Characters/pairings: England X Japan Series: Hetalia Rating: 13+ Warnings: Romance Words: 557 (Drabble) Summary: The day England takes Hong Kong away from China..

Kiku sat on his knees before Arthur, with his hands on his upper legs. It was quiet; none of the two had said a lot since they arrived at Kiku's house. They didn't need the words, because their thoughts were already on the same line.

Kiku stared into the Brit's eyes and saw the blush on the other's cheeks. It was the same blush that he knew had appeared on his own cheeks as well. They were both shy and nervous, like they always were when they were together and today was not different.

While staring into the Brit's eyes, Kiku felt like drowning in them and smiled shyly. He saw Arthur coming closer little by little and – when the Brit was close enough - carefully placed his hands onto Arthur's shoulders.

Soon an arm was wrapped around Kiku's waist and Arthur pulled him slightly closer. The two men were still staring in each other's eyes as their blushes became an even deeper red.

Kiku felt his heart beating rapidly in his chest and an explosion of butterflies in his stomach. They were tickling him from the inside and making the Japanese man feel light-headed.

Arthur's face kept coming closer and when their faces were close enough, Kiku closed his eyes, waiting for Arthur to minimise the distance between their lips.

It didn't take long before Kiku felt the Brit's lips against his own. He felt how Arthur took a deep breath through his nose and slowly moved his lips against Kiku's. The Japanese nation moved his lips together Arthur's lips and felt the Brit pulling him slightly closer. He let it happen and soon noticed that Arthur was pulling him onto his lap.

Blushing and not pulling away from the kiss, Kiku moved and sat on his knees over Arthur's lap. His breath staggered when Arthur wrapped his arms tightly around his waist and gently wrapped his own arms tighter around Arthur's neck.

As if someone had given them a sign, they both parted their lips and slowly slipped their tongues into each other's mouth. When their tongue's met, Kiku shivered slightly and pressed his body closer against Arthur's. Then he let his fingers slowly entwine with Arthur's messy hair and let a soft moan escape his lips.

Arthur pulled away slightly, but kept their faces close by pressing his forehead and nose against Kiku's. They stared at each other again and were still blushing.

Arthur looked away slightly and made Kiku wonder if something was wrong. Just when Kiku wanted to ask if something was on his mind, Arthur spoke.

"Happy valentine's day, Kiku," the Brit said in a soft tone. He looked Kiku in the eye again.

Kiku saw Arthur's blush becoming worse and felt his own cheeks glowing more as well. He hadn't noticed it had been valentines, but when Arthur had mentioned it, he suddenly remembered. A small loving-but-shy smile appeared on his lips. "Happy valentines to you too, Asa-san," He said and brought his face towards Arthur's again, quietly asking for another kiss, which he received quicker than he had expected.

AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/695023

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Torn Apart (Old Drabble)

Characters/pairings: China, England, Hong Kong, Taiwan, Japan, S. Korea Series: Hetalia Rating: All ages Warnings: Angst Words: 557 (Drabble) Summary: The day England takes Hong Kong away from China..

China leaned against a peach tree on a hill, not far from the sea. His long brown hair and traditional red Chinese clothes slowly waved in the wind. It looked like they were dancing on a sad melody, as if the wind knew what had happened. In the distance the Chinese man saw hundred of ships sail to the horizon. English vessels followed by Chinese ships. China stared at the disappearing sails with tears burning in the corner of his eyes, not even watering or blurring his sight. The sadness he felt was much deeper than his tears could reach. On one of those English ships was Hong Kong, taken against his and China's will, guarded by England himself. Taken away to be England's property, violently torn apart from China. The moment England took Hong Kong away from the Chinese man repeated itself in China's mind: The way China had tried to escape from the gasp of England's soldiers as the Brit threw the child over his shoulder, how China had screamed and cursed England to give Hong Kong back, and how Hong Kong had stuck out his hand to China with the all-too-familiar emotionless expression on his face. Immediately following that England had carried the child to the longboats and row Hong Kong to their ships. When the English solders had finally let go of the Chinese man, he had run into the water in a hopeless attempt to swim after the longboats, but his own people had held him back. They had known it was already too late. China had been kneeling on the edge of the water, held back by others, screaming, yelling and begging. He had only stopped resisting when England's ships had set sail and he had known that he wouldn't be seeing Hong Kong anytime soon. The ships had vanished in the distance. China sighed, but it didn't relieve him as it normally did, instead it hurt him even more. He slowly slid down against the tree, until he sat on his knees. He didn't take his eyes off of the sea, as if he hoped to see England's ships coming back, but they did not and he knew they would never come back. "China?" China turned his head in response to Taiwan's childish voice and saw she was with Korea and Japan. All three children looked at him with confusion and sadness in their eyes. "Where will they take Hong Kong?" Taiwan asked. China glanced towards the sea before he opened his arms and waited till all three children came closer to him. "He is with England now, but he'll come back," the Chinese man said with a sad smile and a slightly trembling voice. He wrapped his arms around all three children, trying to comfort both them and himself at the same time. China turned his face towards the sea again and leaned his head against the tree. "I'll bring him back, I promise," he whispered. The first tear dripped out of China's eyes and followed its way down over his cheek and chin. His breath hitched when he glance to the sea for the last time, only to see that the ships weren't coming back. He pulled the children even closer, slowly closed his eyes and finally gave in to the tears that bled from his broken heart.

AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/694088

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Dreogan (Old Drabble)

Characters/pairings: England/ Arthur Kirkland Series: Hetalia Rating: All ages Warnings: None Words: 252 (Drabble) Summary: Arthur was told to slay a dragon

It is only a myth, Arthur. A story told by people who fear the creature. You as a knight should know better and ignore those stories! Your courage shouldn’t be affected by fairy tales.

Arthur remembered the words of the king clear as glass, but he couldn’t believed a single word of it. He was, just like many others, someone who still believed those stories. Stories about the creature in the cave. A creature born out of magic, with the power to burn down complete villages with its fire breath. Dreogan was what they called it. Dreogan an ancient dragon that lived in the cave for hundreds of years and never came out.

Arthur stood, in front of the said cave of Dreogan. Fulfilling his task to get a specific plant that could only be found within Dreogan’s cave.

He was no hero, nor was he a gatherer. He was trained to fight human, not dragons. If this dragon really excisted -what he believed- than he wouldn’t come out alive.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He couldn’t refuse the task his king gave him. He would be a disgrace only because his king didn’t believe in the dragon.

Arthur stared quietly into the cave. He searched for all the courage that he could find within himself and drew his sword. Hopefully he was lucky enough not to meet with the dragon.

With that thought he stepped into the cave, not sure if he would ever see daylight again.

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A Moon’s Blessing (Old Drabble)

Characters/pairings: Kurogane X Fai Series: Tsubasa Chronicle Rating: All ages Warnings: Romance (is that a warning?) Words: 548 (Drabble) Summary: A short cute Kurogane X Fai drabble..

“Kuro-rin!” It was a clear night, when the blond wizard called out for the warrior. A beautiful full moon lightened the world they currently were in.

In this world the moon was full only once a year. They believed it was the work of a goddess, whom every year with full moon, blessed lovers with another year together. The only thing they had to do was watch that full moon at the same time. Even when they were parted.

After a few minutes of searching, Fai found the warrior sitting on the roof of the inn. He grabbed the gutter and got himself up the roof with an elegant swing, landing next to Kurogane.

As soon as Fai sat beside the warrior, Kurogane’s eyes quickly turned from the moon towards the huge tree in front of the inn. He didn’t say a word.

“Sakura-chan, Shaoran-kun and Mokona-chan are asleep.” Fai said with his soft and friendly voice. “Kuro-pon asked me to get up here, right?”

“Why should I.” The warrior growled low. His gaze turned from the tree towards the ground beneath it.

Fai watch the warrior surprised. “Oh, but Kuro-rin said it was a full moon.” He stated.

That evening during dinner, the warrior’s eyes had crossed the ones of the wizard just once and directly after that he had stated it was a full moon. For Fai that was more then just a statement and he was sure the warrior meant it as more than a statement.

Directly a blush appeared on the warriors cheeks. “No I didn’t!” He called out, shocked.

Fai watched Kurogane’s blush and smiled. “Waah! I don’t think Kuro-pon is really honest of his feelings!” He teased and poked Kurogane’s muscular arm.

Kurogane’s blush became a deeper red. “Shut up! I would never…!” He called out stubbornly. Yet he didn’t know what he wanted to yell at the wizard and stopped in the middle of his sentence.

Fai smiled. “No you wouldn’t.” He said, knowing that if he would continue like this, the warrior would leave. Walking away for the feelings he didn’t understand or didn’t want to understand because they could hurt his pride.

The warrior was quiet again, stubbornly staring at the tree.

Fai watched the moon. From the corner of his eyes he saw Kurogane’s eyes slowly slide into the moon’s direction as well, but then his stubbornness made him quickly watch the tree again.

Fai yawned wide and stretched himself. “I’m a little sleepy.” He said and then lay down against the warrior, with his eyes closed. He could feel Kurogane tense a little and relax again.

After a few minutes, Fai slowly opened his eyes, seeing the warrior looking at the moon.

The corners of Kurogane’s mouth turned up slightly, into a smile.

Fai could feel how Kurogane’s smile affected his and carefully grabbed his hand.

The warrior tensed again, but kept watching the moon, acting like he didn’t notice Fai’s movements.

Fai kept smiling. He grabbed Kurogane’s upper arm with his other hand and cuddled against him. He turned his eyes to the moon and saw that the warrior didn’t turn his eyes away this time.

Quietly they both stared at the moon, Kurogane with a blush on his cheeks and Fai with a satisfied smile.

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/691614