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Roderich Edelstein -x- You crept down the impressive hallways, letting yourself be guided by the hauntingly beautiful melody which echoed throughout the manor. Finding yourself outside a familiar room, you were pleased to discover that the door had been left slightly ajar, allowing you to slip inside without disturbing its sole inhabitant. His fingers danced across the keys in a tender caress you knew all too well from peaceful days and passionate nights alike, and your heart was overcome by an irrational wave of envy as you watched Roderich’s fingertips kiss his first love. I’m jealous of an inanimate object, how pathetic. Desp

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo -x- The deep beat of the music pulsed through the sand and up your body; the rhythm seemed to resonate in your very core, blasting life and energy into the otherwise peaceful night. You looked out towards the calm ocean, the wind tousled your hair and the salty scent washed over you. It was a warm night, so the breeze was welcome. The large group ahead of you seemed like a mass of thriving bodies, all twisting around one another as the music played. Within seconds you were consumed by the crowd. Finding yourself in the midst of fevered dancing strangers on a moonlit night was a new experience, but the chaotic mood

Francis Bonnefoy -x- You looked up at the huge arched ceiling that stretched above you. It was surreal, having your graduation party at a place as extravagant as this, but Francis had insisted and no one was going to turn his suggestion down. “…and why would they want to?” “Hmm?” “What?” you turned to look at your friend. “You just said something. About wanting to, or not wanting to - I’m not sure.” “Did I? Huh…” She sighed at how distracted you were. “Honestly _________, you should really try to get your head out of the clouds, even if it’s just for t

Mathias Kohler (This is a sequel, if you want to read the first part, the link is in the description below) -x- You dropped the last of the boxes on top of the table and sighed in relief, stretching your arms out to relieve your aching muscles. “Is that the last one?” “Yep!” You laughed as Mathias’ shoulders sagged gratefully, before he collapsed to the floor and lay spread-eagled in the middle of the spacious living room. “Aw, is my big strong man tired after lugging a few boxes around?” “No, your big strong man is tired after lugging a few million boxes up at least a billion steps. Why do yo

Mathias Kohler -x- You gradually became aware of the tingling sensation as it travelled up along your shoulder; shrugging it off in your half-asleep state you buried your face into the warmth of your pillow, momentarily content that the irritation had stopped. However after a moment you felt it again, as it proceeded to take the path along your jaw and up your cheek. “Ge’off…” you mumbled, sinking further into your duvet. The tickling feeling paused once again, but was soon replaced by the gentle caress of a hand as it cupped your cheek. “It’s time to wake up sleeping beauty.” The words were accompa

Gilbert Beilschmidt (I was never really happy with this fic, so I've re-written it! The main plot has remained fundamentally unchanged, I just wanted to beef out the relationship between Gilbert and the reader a little more, so I've done just that. I hope you guys like this new and improved version, because I certainly prefer it!) -x- Scowling at the clock wasn’t going to improve your situation, but you did it anyway. The way the little metal hand ticked methodically around the numbered disk was really starting to get on your nerves. The mechanics seemed to be mocking you, counting down your final seconds of freedom as they rapidly d

Arthur Kirkland -x- You rummaged through the mountains of cardboard boxes that didn't look like they had been touched for a lifetime; this room was filled with several centuries worth of English history and yet Arthur had never once even hinted to its existence. Every box, every item in this room held a story, and you loved stories. So far you had found what appeared to be a floor plan for the original Globe Theatre, a black and white photograph of Arthur standing outside of Buckingham palace dressed as one of the soldiers that never smile, and a rather official-looking letter from none-other than Queen Victoria herself! Just as you were be

Alfred F. Jones -x- You lay on the cool wooden surface with your eyes glued to the ceiling, waiting for it to give you an answer. Surprisingly, the ceiling remained silent. Friday evenings had always been so fun; you could kick back and relax with the knowledge that you still had another two days before the work began again, especially when your parents were out like today, but now? Now they were just so incredibly boring. “He’s ruined my life!” Grudgingly pushing yourself up off the floor, you turned to stare at your phone situated on the sofa in the centre of your living room. One call, all you had to do was make one cal

Lovino Vargas (Language warning... but since it's Lovi you should have just assumed that there would be some colourful vocabulary.) -x- The rhythmic chopping of tomatoes had become one of your favourite sounds, as odd as that seemed; decidedly this was because the noise was always accompanied by the heavenly scent of a delectable Italian dish prepared by none other than your foul mouthed Italian friend. You stepped swiftly down the hallway and peered around the kitchen door to discover said Italian creating your favourite noise. Ducking behind one of the large marble counters you managed to creep up behind him and slip your arms around his