No amount of strength could Ryder have mustered could have smothered the enamored smile on her mouth. With fumbling and laughter, she allowed an incredible man to spin her around, nearly bumping into furniture and walls. Ryder could not tell where her laughter began and Jaal's ended.

The kiss tipped precariously on the edge of seductive, heady. But as Tori's tongue tangled languidly with his own Feliks affirmed that their vigorous lovemaking early in the evening had temporarily sated their sexual desires. Liet's long fingers threaded themselves through his hair lazily, rubbing down the back of his scalp in small, soothing circles.

Turning his own head Englishman pressed a kiss to the other one's temple, receiving a small noise of approval in return. Looking down at the young man, he watched the ocean eyes stare back at their namesake. With the fingers of his free hand, he twined them with the Americans, relaxing against the warm body. The quiet, even more, comfortable than before with a familiar body

We hold these truths to be self evident... After the ups and downs of building a New World, they are at a crossroads. Not sure where they stand as the Enlightenment sweeps across European thinking and colonists declare they have the rights of full citizens. Ideas tear at the very fabric of their relationships, bringing them into war.

Amidst the dust from the road and the sweet breeze tumbling through the car Arthur still tasted of bergamot. Reminiscent of the black thermos in the cup holder. Alfred was certain that by this century his better half had replaced the blood in his veins with precisely steeped tea. It was quiet. No noises from the city, no people bustling, cars honking. Just them and the road.

Revamp of "You must choose my little blossom" "Welcome to the Akatsuki Medic Kunoichi Sakura Haruno" cold, yet reaching baritone was lost amongst the hum of chakra. If anyone were to crest the hill peering into the meadow all they would be privy to was a slew of black feathers as if a murder of crows had just taken flight. They would have been wrong in both accounts, it was t

I sacrifice for a friend , a fight with another , a realtionship with a new , a change , new choices , new enemies and old , what to do , its hard but this little blossom must choose , .... itachi ,sasuke , sakura ,naruto kakashi , hinata , others ect.occ

It seemed as if fate had granted them a love of discord. Both souls patched together were shaky spells and stitches. Marks hidden, battles public. Thedas was a land steeped in strife. More thoughts to ponder on later. Her time here was quickly drawing to an end. The mouth on the swell of her breast, lean body near seconds before beside her, now above.

So yes he was a dream collector in more ways than one. A little daydreaming could not hurt? However, it was during this distraction that he missed Varric entering the rotunda and the look the Champion gave him. In that split second that Varric realized the mistrust, Hawke had with the elf, causing suspicion to rise in his own mind. He would have to watch the elf.

"No" he kissed her again before stating "Any place can be a castle if the King and Queen are in love" she punctuated the sentence with a kiss.

Her expression, this morning, spoke of no pain. That was relief. Her brown hair toppling around her face in a disarray of curls, now released from her tight traveling braid. Her face was naked of any makeup save the red she stained her mouth with every morning, without fail. Or, the color never came off. He wasn't quite certain for he had never seen her without it. Her brown eyes,

"I've been with you since the beginning, ever since you first became a country of sorts, ever since Roanoke" "I remember you all the way from the beginning. You were always there" "I will always be there. Even if you hurt me America" "I expect you to keep that promise England" There is a fine line between brotherly love and the ever searched for "I love you"

AU Victorian America. Mathew and Arthur are two of the common folks. The day is spent working so that you may survive unto the next. Francis and Alfred sleep upon feathered pillows and awake to a maid presenting them with that days ensemble. The only thing they have in-common is the all live in the same city. When two worlds collide, new worlds are created.

"Remember my sister and father are redheads. It may be odd for Ferelden's to have red hair but not from my town in the free marches." he tapped her nose "I just do not want to see you running yourself ragged" he pressed a swift kiss to her upper lip. "You are my wife and I would see you happy"

Now that she was able to sit back and watch a similar situation unfold, Hawke was able to see a clear picture. All these different persons, human, Elven, Dwarven, even Qunari, all gathered together for the idea of peace,(she would forget that) but more importantly because in each of their respective groups they all cared for one person and fought for that person out of respect. Rig

He pressed kisses and noises of comfort. But no words. No, he wasn't allowed to speak. He did not deserve to have her listen to his words. For this was his fault. He caused the pain, he caused the new agony of the world. Of her. In all of Thedas, to think he would have found her. A result of his arrogance, his pride. His stupidity.

Castles, lusted after with the visions of grandeur, legends of Kings, whispers and sex within the court. Valiant knights and battles, true love kisses around hidden corners, secret passages with rooms dappled with magic. Thoughts. Dreams. Realizations.

She was excited, she had one favorite meal every month. And she wouldn't miss it for the world. It was her favorite date now. one consisting of a gravestone and tootsie rolls.

They sit next to an Orlesian umbrella stand and I shove my feet into the shoes with a silent sigh. Movement catches my eye and I look up into what should be in my reflection. The ghost in the umbrella stand had long thick hair and wide eyes, she watched me while I pulled my rain boots on.

'The real world is not about happy endings. It's about taking the life you have and fighting like hell to keep it' but like hell would she allow herself not to have her life a happy ending.'

Liar. At least not now, despite the hurt. But the adrenaline was worth it. "Why waste food on the body, time. Why waste it on the body when the root is lacking. When it is the soul that is malnourished?" Almost riddles. Philosophy. Question for a question. His game not hers. You must sleep in the bed you make.

wondering that my hasty grip on her body hurt, maybe left bruises, but the concern didn't last long. The give of her lips beneath my own coupled with her surprise was a thrill. She hardly seem to know to do with her hands. That had been a vein of fear, worry that I was forcing myself upon her. Then when fingers, calloused by a mages staff gripped and didn't push

"I should think so" Aveline mumbled, turning to face her friend. "Better H-WHY ARE YOU CRYING AGAIN!" she once again found herself in the possession of a sobbing women. Aveline blinked wildly, temporarily at a loss. Her exasperation melted away as she smiled and hugged the women back. Anything to keep Hawke happy.

Sometimes all you need is a simple night in camp. (female warden x Zevran)

"I love my husband no less for it" this time she laughed "And you put me through hell. I love you with all of my heart

The cold isn't always that bad, and if it is there are ways to remedy it. (one-shot) (female warden x Alistair)

Even something as simple as a trip to the grocery story can become pleasant. (30 Day OTP Challenge)

AU. Frozen- Hetalia adaptation. Arthur and Mathew are princes, brothers, best friends. Yet for some reason over the last couple of years Arthur stayed locked away in his room as much as possible and Mathew had no clue why. Tomorrow is Arthur's crowning ceremony, the doors to the castle and their friendship are about to be opened! Right? Or are secrets going to get in the way?

Now that Carter and Deane are gone it seems as if everything inside the Phantomhive Manor is quiet, but during the last Queen's duties things were revealed about house members that could turn the house upside down and torture its inhabitants Everyone has a past yet some should be looked into before hiring. cover photo: LibertyBella@deviantart

Sequel to "I have a crush on you" So this is how my confession went down. It didn't really plan out the way that I had hoped it would and he didn't respond the way I had expected. Arthur Kirkland really did not do what I expected.

Highschool is complicated enough, what with the popular kids, acne, early morning alarm clocks and stupid acne. Now if you throw feelings, crushes and attractive individuals into the mix it is now just a mess. Especially when you have a crush on the Student Body President. Prize for deviant art user/contest winner: 39-Owari

His little brother, oh how he loved him, this little boy was his reason to continue fighting, the reason that he didn't let the pirate part of him take over control, that the ruthlessness of his ever growing country didn't swallow him whole. This boy, was the love of his life and he hoped that America held even a sliver of such feelings for him as well. Happy-one shot

It all start out with an accident, a picnic and things go from there...but where are they going exactly. A butler can be a husband and an aristocrat, while a maid can be a assassin and a mother all the while a small earl can play a spoiled son. When you are in times of service, things can take turns such as you've never scene before. cover: LibertyBella@deviantart