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Jean x Armin: Campus Woes

Jean x Armin: Campus Woes

Written by the-world-through-the-paper

Rated: T (Curse words)

Summary: Armin finally got into his dream college, yet he's sharing his room. (Chapter 1)

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Shingeki no Kyojin (Attack on Titan) and characters is copyrighted to Hajime Isayama.

The Fanfiction/story is copyright to the-world-through-the-paper

This is dedicated to my friend, aot-armin. Happy birthday, buddy!

    “I apologize for the accommodations, Mr. Arlert.” The young lady said, holding the door open. Armin was hit with a blast of cold air from the air conditioning, a refreshing change from the heat of outdoors. He stepped in and waited for the lady assisting him to his room to enter. A thick book bag was hastily slung over his shoulder, stuffed to the brim with books, and an oversized laptop.

    Armin Arlert was a full-fledged adult. He went to a college a few years ago, not knowing what he’d major in. After a year of taking random college classes, he quit college to go work. Once he earned himself enough money to go to college without having to rely as much on his siblings, he enrolled in a high-class university. He wasn’t accepted into the college until a few months after they started, during the second semester.

    Now, he was finally getting his life somewhere. He walked down the hallway of dorm rooms until he reached the one he’d be sharing with his new roommate: Room 224. Sadly, when they accepted him into the college, they forgot to consider the fact that they had no more rooms left. The colleges’ headmasters made some quick arrangements and found someone in the boy’s dorm who didn’t have a roommate.

    The lady knocked on the door, underneath the placard. No response came. She knocked again, this time speaking in a low tone, “Mr. Kirchstein, I need you to open the door.”

    “It’s open,” replied a grumpy voice from inside the dorm room. The lady pushed open the door and stepped inside, shutting it after Armin stepped in.

    Hidden just behind a decorative couch pillow was a grumpy student. He - Armin assumed it was a he - had a heavy college textbook on his face, and a cellphone on his stomach. Upon closer examination, it was a book on anatomy.

    Grunting, he sat up and pulled the book off his face.

    “Lisa, you know this is my free period.” grumbling, as he swung his legs off the couch. He slapped the book closed in one hand and slipped his phone into his pocket.

    “Yes, I do know. Now, Mr. Armin Arlert here is your new roommate - please answer his questions and help him get situated here.” Lisa - the woman who escorted Armin - said, a scowl on her face.

“Whatever,” Mr. Kirchstein muttered, not making eye contact with Lisa and shuffling his feet.

“That’s not an answer.” She spoke in a demanding voice.

“S-sure.” Kirchstein spluttered out.

Lisa turned to Armin, a smile on her face, “Please feel free to walk around campus once you’re done settling in. You can check out the classrooms, however you won’t have your schedule until tomorrow, I’m afraid.”

“That’s all right. Thank you very much, Lisa.” Armin said, smiling as she left the dorm room.

“Nyeh, nyeh, nyeh, ‘please answer his questions,’ like hell. Woman’s a demon.” Armin’s new roommate mumbled, lumbering over to a small laptop on a writing desk.

“U-uhm...Can I ask you your name?” Armin asked, still standing in the doorway. The roommate didn’t even look at Armin as he spoke, focusing on his laptop’s open screen, “Don’t you know it’s rude to ask someone’s name without introducing yourself first?”

“O-oh, I’m sorry...My name is Armin Arlert and I come from-”

“I didn’t ask for your life story. I asked for your name.

“Well, no matter. I’m Jean Kirchstein. Written like Sean, pronounced like John,” Jean said, “I don’t really care much for chatter, so if you’re done…”

Jean stood up, pulling his phone out of his pocket and tossed it onto the tabletop. He walked into the only other side room out of three in the dorm. The first one was a kitchen, so he made his best guess that the second one was the bathroom, while the last one was the bedroom.

    Armin sat down on the worn down couch. Despite it being a bit old, it was in nice shape. No tears or stains were in sight. In fact, the entire apartment was rather clean. A backpack - probably Jean’s - hung on a doorknob over by the exit, and there was one miscellaneous sock underneath the table.

    He placed his bag on his lap and pulled on the zipper. Armin pulled out a small folder and opened it to all the paperwork he filled out. Filing through the endless text, he found a map of the school campus.

    He looked nervously to the shut door, where Jean was. Armin knew he was allowed to go and come freely, but he still felt like he shouldn’t leave without permission.

    And so, he waited.

    About 10 minutes later, Jean walked out of the second room with shorts and a t-shirt on. His hair was slightly wet and his skin a faint red, hinting he had taken a shower. He flopped down on the couch next to Armin, and Armin made a slight whimper as the couch bounced.

    “Listen,” Jean began, flipping through the channels on a small television, “If you want me to help you with something, do it before eight.”

    “B-before eight?!” Armin exclaimed, looking at a cheap clock that hung on the wall. His watch said three, but the clock said ten. He wasn’t sure which was right.

    “Yeah, that gives you 5 hours to ask me questions. I have a party here at eight, so you’ll have to either keep out of our way or go somewhere else.” Jean said, no hint of guilt as his cold words.

    “Ah...okay. Well, I’m going to explore now.” Armin said quietly, almost to himself. He grabbed his bag off the couch and walked out the door.

#snk #aot #armin arlert #jean kirschstein #hajime isayama

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The-world-through-the-paper turned 1 today!

Hello everyone! It's great to see you all! Sadly, I haven't been writing as much as I used to, so all my fanfictions and works have been slowed down to like...non-existant.

#tumblr birthday #tumblr milestone

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levi x mikasa TOTES CANON SMUT

levi x mikasa TOTES CANON SMUT

Written by the-world-through-the-paper

Rated: T (Sexual jokes, rude words, possible gore/blood)

Summary:  **DISCLAIMER** This entire story is a joke. There is no smut; neither is it canon. This was written completely in a joking manner, and is not meant to offend anyone.

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Shingeki no Kyojin (Attack on Titan) and characters (minus Kevin) is copyrighted to Hajime Isayama.

The Fanfiction/story is copyright to the-world-through-the-paper

Levi and mikasa stood on the pedestal. Levi glared into mikasa's unblinking eyes. He whispered "flaming homosexuals"

Marco, the unfortunate priestess stood in his ball gown. He smiled and waved at his fiancee Jean who was sitting in the front row. Jean nodded back, lifting a hand in a slight wave.

Armin cradled a sobbing Eren, who was upset that Mikasa stole HIS fiancée. Unbearable. His own sister.

Erwin took the stage. He wore a pink tux that had a fake hand in the pocket.

He clicked his wine glass with a knife, calming down the crowd.

"Hear ye, hear ye, my flaming homosexuals!" Erwin looked to Levi for encouragement. Levi nodded back, whispering,  "flaming homosexuals"

He countined, "We are here today to bring 2 souls together. Now, Marco, please do the vows!"

Marco smiled and lifted up his book, opening to a random page. "Now, Levi-"

Marco could not finish his sentence because he was eaten by a titan. That titan was Ymir. Krista was crying tears of joy and Ymir thought she was sad because of the wedding so she ate Marco to end the wedding. Ymir is a good wife to Krista.

In the front row, Jean fell off his seat crying, clutching his face with both hands. Between his sobs, he murmured, "I can't tell your bones apart anymore. CAUSE YMIR ATE YOUR ENTIRE BODY."

Ymir changed back into a human, "Eh, sorry. I know he was SO important to you." Erwin sighed, "blah blah blah, I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU MAN AND WIFE!"

Levi went in for a kiss but stopped. "Oh mikasa, if only someone loved you." Mikasa kneed him in the stomach, "Damn Eren was right. You are an asshole."

Eren stood up and cheered.

A man from the crowd stood up. He ran up to the collapsed figure. He helped levi up.

"Kevin..." levi whispered.

Kevin smiled and kissed him, hoisting him through the crowd.

Erwin frowned. He quickly smiled, "MORE LIKE MAN AND MAN!"

#snk #aot #levi ackernam #mikasa ackerman #hajime isayama

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Check out the webcomic my friend and I are writing!

There are more people working on the project, but we're the main two.

She's the artist and I'm the writer! There is our editior working as well.

The webcomic is called Memories!

You can find the 2 pages of it here.

It's currently on a "whenever we can" release basis, but page 3 should be coming out soon!

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Something Simpler

Something SImpler

Written by the-world-through-the-paper

Rated: E

Summary: Canada finds a new friend. **This was written for my friend, whom has the same name as Canada!!**

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Hetalia is copyright to Hidekaz Himaruya.

The Fanfiction/story is copyright to the-world-through-the-paper

    Canada sat in his living room, flipping through channels of different hockey teams. Kumajiro sat on his lap, licking maple syrup off his paw. Canada stopped at a nature program about the native animals, pulling his feet up on the sticky coffee table.

    “No!” Kumajiro punched Canada in the stomach. He reeled over, “What was that for, Kumajiro?” He licked maple syrup off his paw, “Change it! I don’t wanna watch this! I want cartoons!” Canada looked at him, tears welling in his eyes from pain, “B-but...Cartoons are not educational!” Kumajiro punched him again, “I don’t care! I wanna watch ‘em!” Canada got up, “You know what? Fine! Watch cartoons, eat non native candy, drink maple syrup, I don’t care! I’ll find a new friend who doesn’t mind what I watch!” He walked out the door, slamming it shut. Kumajiro stared at he door for a little bit, before it opened again.

    “I forgot my jacket..”

    Canada walked around in the snow, crunching ice with his boots. He exhaled, freezing air moving. His glasses fogged up from his breath. He took them off, wiping them on his scarf, but continuing walking. Canada’s boot hit something, tripping him. He fell on his face.

    “Oh, I’m sorry! I couldn’t see where I was going. I’m fine, let me just get up...” Canada shuffled around in the snow, looking for his glasses. He finds them, putting them on his nose with a sigh of relief. Canada rolled over onto his back so he could get up. Once he had all the snow off of him and he could see just fine, he looked to find what he tripped over. A green shell rested in the snow, a small head poking out from the side.

    “O-oh, heavens! I didn’t know we had turtles here! You must be freezing!” Canada took his scarf off, draping it around the turtle. The turtle moved his head to look at Canada. He sighed, a warm smile spreading on his face.

    “You must be cold here, my scarf won’t help you much, will it? How about you come with me?” He waited silently for a response from the turtle, but none came. It put it’s legs and head in the shell, the shell rocking. Canada sighed, disappointed. He wrapped his arms around the turtle, grunting as he struggled to lift the shell.

    The door swung open, Canada panting in his coat, with the turtle in his arms. Kumajiro looked up from watching cartoons, “Who’re you? This is Canada’s house.” Canada sighed, silently sobbing, whispered, “I’m Canada...”

    “Anyway, he should be coming back for me. He can’t stay on his own too long or he’ll go insane without my guidance.” Kumajiro looked away, flipping to a different channel.

    “Nope. Not anytime soon I will. I found a new friend,” Canada lifted the turtle up with lots of effort, “Dr. Pepper is his name!” Dr. Pepper pulled his head out of his shell, looking around. Kumajiro laughed, while Canada gave him a death stare. He walked over to Kumajiro, gripping him by the scruff, and carrying him to the corner, “Dr. Pepper and I will be here now. You are banished to the corner, Kumajiro.” He sat down, eating pancakes, the turtle laying on the couch.

    Hours passed, and no one complained. Canada was asleep on the couch, softly snoring. Dr. Pepper lay silent in his shell at Canada’s feet. Kumajiro sat in the corner, lifeless. He woke up, crossing his legs and looking at the shell. He tried talking to it, “Hey...Dr. Pepper. I’m bored. Come talk to me...Please?” The shell didn’t respond. Canada got off the couch, and walked over to the corner. He crouched down, “Hey- Kumajiro...” The figure doesn’t react. He picks Kumajiro up in his arms, “I love you, Kumajiro.”

    “Who are you?” The reply came back.

#hetalia #aph #aph canada #hidekaz himaruya #xreader

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Italy x Reader: Finding You

Italy x Reader: Finding you

Written by the-world-through-the-paper

Rated: E

Summary: Meeting someone. **This was my first xreader, but I'm still rather proud of it.**

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Hetalia is copyright to Hidekaz Himaruya.

The Fanfiction/story is copyright to the-world-through-the-paper

    You had been watching over this semi-large country for a few years now, hoping he’d notice someone like you. You always doubted yourself, knowing he wouldn’t care for you at all, even though you did. You had a crush on this country for a long time now, but could never tell him, because his scary German friend was always around, and you did not want to make the either of them upset.

    Another day had begun, and you’d have to walk around your small town in Italy, hoping to bump into Italy and tell him what you felt. As you picked up your wicker basket and a paper list, you walked into the merchant’s circle.

You walked around silently, looking desperately for Italy. You told yourself over and over you would not find him, and should just focus on getting everything on your list done. As you spaced off, imagining what you’d say to him if you ever got the chance to, you bumped into a very flat chested man. You looked up, apologizing in quick Italian, until you saw just who you had bumped into.

“Oh, just who I was looking for, [your name]!” The Italian smiled. You blush heavily, looking away, “O-oh! I-i’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” Italy took your hand, “That’s alright. I wasn’t either. You look hungry, have you eaten yet? I have some really good pasta at my place, would you like to try some?” Without waiting for an answer, he pulled you through the crowd, until there was none. Thoughts raced through your head, making it pound as hard as your chest.

Why is this the first time he’s noticed me?

Why was he looking for me?

What am I even doing following him to his house?

Questions and theories ran through your head, confusing you even more. You had always been the logical person out of your friends, so this situation was normal for you, even though it didn’t help that you were dealing with your throbbing heart as well. Italy’s voice knocked you out of your daydream, “We’re here! Ready for some delicious pasta?” With his free hand, he opened the door, revealing an elegant mansion compared to your house. Italy dragged you in, shutting the door with his foot.

“I’ll get an amazing feast prepared right away, so you just take a seat!” Italy ran into the kitchen, leaving you in the entranceway to his house. You take a look around at the large house, which was neatly furnished. A living room with two couches and a wide screen T.V. was right in front, a doorway leading to a second room. You decide to go look through that one empty doorway to find the dining room, which was just as well furnished as the living room. You silently look around, admiring the choice of artwork and statues lining the edges of the room. You did not know where to take a seat, so you took a seat at one side of the table.

    “Time to be served, ve!” Italy came out of a second doorway, carrying several different bowls. He placed them neatly on the table. The white bowls were just as fancy as the rest of the house, maybe even more. They each held a different kind of Italian or French food, such as pasta, baguettes, lasagna, and pizza. Italy smiled, “Please eat your fill, otherwise I won’t be happy!”

    You smiled and nodded, happily picking up a fork and knife. Italy sat next to you, watching you eat. You take a bite of the pasta, before realizing your manners. You swallow and ask politely, “Would you like some? I mean - you were nice enough to make it for me, you should have some too.” Italy picked up a fork, “Thank you, and I will.”

    You ate the pasta you were given silently, realizing what you had done. The memories of the famous pasta eating scene from the Italian romance novels you had read recently came back to you. The ones where the main characters accidently got stuck on the same length of pasta and had to kiss. Even with that terror in your mind, you keep yourself composed so Italy doesn’t start to worry.

    After running it through your mind several times, you realize the chance of that happening is one-in-a-million, like winning the lottery. You slurp up some pasta, turning your head to see what was keeping her from eating the whole noodle. Italy held the other end of the pasta in his mouth, smiling. The calm front you had on disappeared, as you struggled to bite the end of the pasta, and escape impending doom. Italy quickly caresses your face with his hands, pulling himself closer, and kisses you straight on the lips. His quick movement flipped the pasta bowl, sending noodles everywhere on the floor.

You struggled to breathe until he let you go. You breathe heavily, your face a bright red, and it will not be going back to normal anytime soon. Italy put his hands on your shoulders, looking straight into your [your eye color] eyes, “I-i’m sorry. I’ve really liked you but didn’t know how to show it until now. Please don’t hurt me.” He looked away, squeezing his eyes shut, waiting for the pain. You get down on your knees, returning his kiss.

“I love you.” You speak silently, resting your head on his lap.

“Ti amo, [your name]...” Italy responded, laying his hand on your head.

#hetalia #aph #aph italy #hidekaz himaruya #xreader

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Ib x Garry: Mirrored Responses

Ib x Garry: Mirrored Responses

Written by the-world-through-the-paper

Rated: E

Summary: Ib and Garry in a painted world.

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Ib is copyright to kouri.

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    “Oh, but I do like red too…” Mary coaxed, her fingers twitching near the several rose petals of Garry’s blue rose. Ib ran her finger along the stem of her flower, hesitating on whether she should or shouldn’t give Mary her rose in return for Garry’s. Deciding for her, Garry placed his hand on her wrist, holding her back. Mary, seeing the exchange between the two, feigned a disappointed look, her lower lip jutting out, making her guise believable, “You won’t give me the red rose, dear sister?”

“Ib, don’t do it. Don’t give her your rose.” Garry was hunched protectively over Ib, glaring at Mary. If looks could kill, she’d be long gone.

“Is that so, Garry?” Mary’s sad look disappeared, an evil grin replacing it, “Then I’m sure you’ll be fine if I do this.”

She plucked a petal off of the rose, “He loves me,” She chanted as the petal fell to the floor. Garry cringed, his hand coming off of Ib’s wrist to rest on his chest. He was clutching his chest where his heart is, his face twisted in pain.

“He loves me not.” Another petal was plucked and floated down to land next to the first one. Garry stumbled backwards until he hit the wall, the impact not doing him too good.

“He loves me!” The third blue petal landed on top of the other two. Garry slumped to the floor, his eyes squeezed shut in pain.

“He loves me not!” Mary grinned as she plucked the fourth petal. The fourth soon joined the other three, slowly wilting away. Garry was convulsing heavily, his breathing shallow and his coughing constant.

“He loves me!” The fifth petal was pulled and fell to the ground. Garry gasped and stopped struggling. His hand fell to his side, limp. Mary looked down at the pile of flower petals at her feet. She held the stem close to her chest and smiled, “He loves me! He really loves me!” Ib stared at the blue flower petals, trying not to believe that her friend was dying. Mary stopped celebrating for a moment. She looked at the stem in her hands, “I forgot something…” She dropped the stem on top of the 5 rose petal pile, murmuring all the while, “He loves me not...He loves me not…” Mary looked up at Ib, faking a smile, “Aww, don’t look so sad, Ib. It was only a game, yes? No need to get so worked up about it, right?” Ib didn’t respond, she only bent down to pick up the flower’s remains.

“C’mon, Ib, let’s get out of here. Garry will come back and play with us soon, okay?” Mary held out her hand to Ib. She shook her head, denying Mary’s request and continued picking up the rose petals. Gingerly, she placed each one on the palm of her hand in the order a real rose’s petals would be. There were only five petals, even though there should be ten. She would have to find the other five to complete the rose.

“Ib. Get. Up.” Mary demanded, wielding her palette knife like a dagger. The end of it was pointed towards Ib’s face. She shuffled away from the end of the knife, the flower petals falling from her hand in a trail. As Ib moved backwards, fearful of the girl with the dagger, she tripped and fell onto her rear.

It seems she had tripped over the ends of Garry’s coat. Something skidded across the floor that had slipped from his jacket pocket when she tripped. From the corner of her eye, Ib saw it was Garry’s lighter that had been kicked from his pocket into flying across the floor. It landed halfway between her and Mary. Mary looked down, and Ib crawled forward quickly, eager to retrieve the lighter.

“Ib, don’t!” Mary stomped her foot down on the lighter, it’s smooth surface reflecting the attack and it skidded even more to the right. Ib chased the lighter, dodging Mary’s foot until she grabbed the small item. She flipped herself onto her back and saw Mary wielding the palette knife, about to plunge it into Ib. In self defense, Ib opened the lighter’s lid and closed her eyes.

Mary’s screams echoed as the rose, which had been in safely held in her other hand, lit on fire, the petals shying away from the flames before the inevitable happened. Each of the five petals burned and wilted away from the stem, singeing down to nothing. Mary fell to her knees, the palette knife clattering to the ground, clawing at her throat. As the last petal burnt, her eyes rolled back and she fell forward, lifeless. Ib’s eyes were filled with fear as she gazed at the girl who almost killed her.

Panic struck her as she realized that Garry was still injured. She abandoned the lighter on the floor and crawled to Garry’s form, snatching up the rose petals on her way to him. Ib gently gripped to him, nudging his shoulders. Inhuman sounds whispered up from her throat; the makings of a cry. Tears fell from her eyes as she slowly straightened out the flowers on his leg. She formed a small rose, the browning petals wilting.

Ib averted her gaze from the blue flower petals, digging her face into Garry’s neck and crying.

There was a trembling hand on her back. In didn’t feel warm, but it was comforting. Ib lifted her face from where she buried it, and what she saw made her happier than anything ever could’ve.

Garry was alive. He blinked his blue eyes, looking slowly from Ib to the flower in his lap. The rose Ib had formed had fused into one, 5 sole petals and a single stem. She smiled. Ib tackled Garry, but he quickly snatched away the rose before it could be crushed by Ib. He returned the hug tenderly, his body still cold to the touch but getting warmer. She hid her tear-stained face in his clothes, smiling.

“Hey, Ib,” Garry murmured, “It’s time to leave.” She nodded, slowly getting off of him. Garry slipped the blue rose behind her ear. He picked her up and dropped her on his shoulders before slowly walking off, away from the scene.

Neither spoke. Garry kept his eyes ahead of him, while Ib’s gaze wandered. She watched the swimming paintings, several of the people in the paintings cackling, “The girl got what she deserved! The girl got what she deserved!” They walked more, and Ib saw three paintings that stood out. One was of a girl in yellow, posing for a picture. One was of a man in purple, looking regal. The last was of a child in red, held between the man in purple and the woman in yellow’s arms, smiling and laughing. Ib looked away from the captivating pictures, only to look back up.

A huge stained glass window was embroidered into the wall. Three people were in the glass. The ‘man in purple’ was holding the ‘child in red’s’ wrists in a protective way, and below them was the ‘woman in yellow’ in a praying position, smiling. The light that glared from the window illuminated the ground. The ground had three pictures made of glass. A blue rose, a red rose, and the smoky remains of a yellow rose. Next to the glass window was the museum painting. The only way to get home. Garry looked up at Ib.

“Are you ready to go home, Ib?” She nodded, and they stepped through the painting.

“Ib! Ib! Ib, where are you?” A feminine voice shouted. Ib stood in front of the painting with Garry. Ib’s mother and father came into view, relief covering their faces. “Ib, where have you been?” Her father demanded, “We’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Ib’s mother shifted her gaze from Ib to Garry, “And who might you be?” Her voice was filled with suspicion.

“Ah, no one in particular. I just found your daughter, Ib, and have been helping her look for you.” He smiled, offering his hand. She gratefully took it, “Well, thank you very much. If there is ever anything we can do for you, please just give us a call.” Ib’s mother handed him a business card. He nodded, slipping it into his pocket. Ib’s mother looked at Ib, “Were you the one who gave her the roses?” He nodded, keeping his gaze away from the family. She murmured a thanks before turning to her husband. Ib’s father nodded, signaling to his wife. She nodded in response and returned her sight to Garry.

“Well, it’s best we be going now. Take care…?”

“Garry.”

“Well, take care, Garry.” She turned around, and the two parents started off. Ib hesitated in following.

“Hey, Ib,” She looked at him, “Let’s meet again sometime, okay?” She smiled, before waving and running off to her parents.

As she left, from the corner of her eye, she saw the man in purple, the woman in yellow, and the child in red hanging on the wall, their faces covered in black ink.

#ib (game) #ib (character) #garry (ib) #kouri #mary (ib)

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France x Reader: Stay

France x Reader: Stay

Written by the-world-through-the-paper

Rated: T (Alcohol, Sexual Suggestions)

Summary: Sequel to France x Reader: Parlez vous Francais? Can be read alone, but best read after Parlex vous Francais.

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Hetalia is copyright to Hidekaz Himaruya.

The Fanfiction/story is copyright to the-world-through-the-paper

You yawned and sat up. You wake up to find yourself sitting on top of Francis Bonnefoy, who you found to be the country of France. Your blood curls as you realize you fell asleep. You start getting off him, but an arm around your waist stops you. France looks up at you, a smile on his face, "Can we please stay like this for a little longer?" You flush a dark color of red, and letting yourself be dominated by him. France wrapped his free arm around your shoulder, pulling you down onto his chest. Though his action took you by surprise, he was gentle. Through his shirt you could smell what you recognized as his smell. The smell that identified him as well, him. Underneath you, his chest rose and fell, and slowed down until it was the pace of someone who was asleep. France’s hand fell from your waist, but his other arm held you against him. Figuring he’s asleep, you work again on sliding off of him. You freeze when his other hand starts stroking your [hair length] [hair color] hair.

“I didn’t believe in love at first sight until I met you.” You flush and decide it would be alright if you stayed like this for longer. His finger draws circles in between your shoulder blades, calming you, and you rest your head on his chest, paying attention to his heart beat.

The time you spent there felt like an eternity. Your breathing matched his as he slept and you fell into a deep sleep. The time you two were spending together was destroyed by a knock on the door. France opened his eyes, looking at your sleeping form, and not wanting to disturb you. He placed his free hand on your neck under your hair, drawing the index finger up and down your neck, “It’s open.” The door opened to reveal France’s two friends, Gilbert and Antonio, carrying hostages and alcohol. They invited themselves in, shutting the door, and taking a seat on one of the large couches. They each had a man in a headlock, the man with white hair had a blonde one, and the green-eyed man held a smaller man with brown hair and a curl of hair that stuck out from the rest. You woke up from your slumber half-way, although you felt like you were in a trance. You could hear and see, but could not move, and your eyes would not open. A rough voice drifted to your ears, and you could tell who the speaker was, “Yo’, France. What’s up with the frau this time? You said you didn’t want to have someone with you last time.” France shifted slightly under you, “I just met her last night, how was I supposed to tell you that last week?” You heard the sound of a bottle popping open, and figured it was one of the other men’s.

“The chica is really cute. Will you take her as long-term?” This voice was much calmer, and smooth. You felt Francis shift under you, and you mentally squeezed your eyes shut as he placed his hand on your back, “Shh...You’ll wake her. And if I take her as my own is something I’ll have to work it out with her; she wasn’t meant to stay for this long, she probably doesn’t feel such a way for me.” You were apparently released from the trance you were in sometime when he was talking, because you shivered at his words. France was startled to find you had woken up, and he lifted his hand, smiling, so you could sit up. As you righted yourself, he moved so that he was now sitting up, and you were on the couch. You quickly scanned your eyes over the four men opposite of you before dropping your gaze to the floor, thinking about what he had said while you were asleep.

‘She wasn’t meant to stay for this long, she probably doesn’t feel such a way for me.’ Those words rung in your head. What if you did feel that way to him? A voice knocked you from your thoughts, “France, stop hogging her. Introduce the frau to us.” That rough voice again. You guessed you wouldn’t like this man much, but before you had a say, France pulled you to him and looked at you as if to say, ‘Go ahead’. You opened your mouth to speak, not realizing how long it has been since you had spoken, and your voice was crusty in a way, “My name is [your name].” The man who had been brought in by the green-eyed fellow was now sitting on his lap, glaring at you. He placed a hand over his face, but continued staring at you. The albino clapped the man who looked like he was Spanish on his back, “Antonio, Lovino might stare a hole in her.” The Spaniard shook the man on his lap, “Lovino, stop that. It’s rude to stare at pretty chica’s.” The Italian whose name was Lovino looked away from you. You looked up at the albino who was on his second beer, and had his hand in his friend’s hoodie. The albino looked to you, “Name’s Gilbert. This man ‘ere is Matthew.” You thought he might’ve had a slight German accent, but you couldn’t be sure with his slurring of words. It seems the man called Gilbert didn’t have a very good tolerance to alcohol. You had gotten weird first meetings of France’s friends, other than the blonde haired man. He sat silently next to Gilbert, fidgeting with his hands, and not minding the hand down his shirt.

While you had been thinking, you hadn’t noticed that Francis had brought back 2 bottles of wine and 6 empty glasses. He sat down next you, placing the glasses on the table next to the bottles, “Stop acting like wild animals and use a glass. And offer some to your ami.”

Now, it had been a while, and everything got...weird. You were right; Gilbert had a low tolerance of alcohol, like you, and had not understood his limit of how much he could drink. Halfway through his third beer, he had tackled his friend to the ground and dragged him to the corner. You were interested in what was happening, but after you heard a small scream, you didn’t really wanted to know anymore. The man named Antonio probably had already drunk his weight in whiskey and he looked perfectly fine. France had offered Lovino some wine, but he turned it down and instead drank milk because he was only 17. Milk in a wine glass was not what you had expected. And for you. France seemed to be purposely trying to get you drunk. Whenever you were drunk, you weren’t the kind of person to go out and hurt others or sleep with every guy you meet. No, you were more of the ‘lets sit on the couch and make bad decisions all night and regret it in the morning’. You weren’t even through with your second glass before you started to feel your sanity slipping, but even then, Francis kept on offering to refill your glass, and you couldn’t turn him down.

Now, you had just finished your fifth glass, and it seems even the ones who can’t get drunk, do. Antonio and Lovino were dancing around the living room, singing in slurred languages that didn’t even seem would work together. Even though the poor Italian had only drunk milk, it seems he was somehow drunk or out of his mind. Over in the corner, you couldn’t see them from your current position, but you heard moans, cries, and whimpered screams, and decided it’s best if you don’t find out what’s happening, like earlier. Oh. How could we forget about the Frenchman above you? Wait...above? Even France was drunk, but it seemed he would be after drinking three and almost 4 bottles of wine. He had knocked you onto the ground, and had his hands and legs over you, so you could not escape. The lustful look in his eyes had knocked you straight from drunkenness and into sobriety. You had seen those eyes before; they were the eyes of a merciless man.

Look at you. You had gone to France to stay away from drunk men, and here you were, underneath one, and still in France. He looked at you as if to ask for submission, and you let him. He’s the country of France... you thought, as he proceeded to lower himself onto you. ...It’s not like I can do anything to stop him...

You woke earlier than anyone else, but a throbbing headache was a strong reminder of last night. Although you cannot remember the details, it was not necessary, as the whole room seemed to be like one giant storybook. Gilbert and Matthew were asleep on the floor in the corner, where they had been last night, and neither one of them seemed to be hurt, other than Matthew, who had bruises forming on his neck, and Gilbert’s hair looked unkempt. Antonio was in a very uncomfortable position on the couch, with Lovino on top of him, and both of them somehow lost their shirts dancing. And then there was you. Your shirt was across the room, and you were wearing a bra and your pants from before. France was resting his head on your bare stomach, his arms around your back. You smiled. He really was cute sleeping.

“You didn’t want me to do that, didn’t you?” He didn’t loosen his grip on you, but instead tightened it as if he was afraid you’d disappear. You looked at him, afraid of answering. If you said yes, you would anger him, and he would hurt you. If you said no, he wouldn’t believe you, and he would call you a liar. You looked down at the form of France, wondering, if he was still drunk. When he didn’t receive an answer, he lifted himself off your lap. Your eyes grew in fear, but calmed down when he kissed you. You could taste the alcohol on both of your tongues, and realized maybe you did have too much to drink. Francis pulled back, looking at your pink face from what you thought was crying yourself to sleep, but you weren’t sure. His blue eyes stared into your [eye color] eyes, “If you don’t want me to do something, tell me so. Even if I’m drunk, I can take a hint.” You looked at him, and hugged him, pulling yourself to him. You buried your face in his neck, taking in that smell. You didn’t want to leave him no matter what he said. He returned the hug, placing his warm hands on your back which was freezing from sleeping on the floor.

“I knew you were awake when Antonio mentioned for you to be mine...” Your breath caught in your throat. He knew...? Why didn’t he say anything...? You put the bridge of your nose on his shoulder, “H-how could you tell...?” Francis chuckled into your neck, “Your breathing changed.” You flushed on his shoulder, and made a mental note that you’d never be a spy.

“What do you say..?”

“About what..?” You felt a little squeeze on your back, “You know what.” You crept closer so that you weren’t leaning, “Yes. Yes, yes, yes. A thousand times yes!” You felt his warmth on your back, “I’m glad. But when you come to live with me, we’ll have to finish what we started tonight.”

And you understood that and you were prepared to do that. But before you could, you had to ask him one burning question.

“France...?”

“Yes?”

“Can we please stay like this for a little longer...?”

#hetalia #aph #aph france

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China x Reader: Mistaken [Extended Ending]

China x Reader: Mistaken [Extended Ending]

Written by the-world-through-the-paper

Rated: T (Sexual Suggestions)

Summary: Extended Ending to CHina x Reader: Mistaken.

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Hetalia is copyright to Hidekaz Himaruya.

The Fanfiction/story is copyright to the-world-through-the-paper

“C’mon you old geezer. Get hip. Kiss her!” Hong Kong howled from the stairs, followed by a smile from Thailand. You looked at China, imitating his voice, “A-are you okay, aru? You really shouldn’t stand in front of doorways, aru.” And following that, you planted your lips right on his.

China was taken aback by your bold action, but he did not let go of you. You savored every second, as you did not know when you would feel this way again. There was a clicking at the door, and you felt the need to break apart from China. But he would not let you. He held you to him.

Taiwan gaped at the scene before her, seeing a thumbs up from South Korea. As the door was behind you, you tried to guess who it was. After a little bit of thinking, and the reactions on the boy’s faces left you to believe it was the one who started it all. Taiwan.

Taiwan shoved China off of you, “Oh, you did it! Way to go, [your name]!” She embraced you in a tight hug, but it took you awhile to return it, as you were in a little bit of shock.

“W-what just happened...?” You asked, staring off into space, even though you were a very down-to-earth kind of person. Taiwan pulled back, grabbing your hands, “You got a boyfriend is what happened! Now, c’mon. We’re changing your clothes, then you two are going to a movie!” She tightened her grip on your hand, pulling you up the stairs past her brothers, you still in a slight amount of shock while you were computing what she had said. Once you finally understood, you were halfway to her room, before you started struggling in her grip, “No, no! Wait! You misunderstand! I was not- Um...Well...Maybe I was...But still! No!” She smiled, and started pushing you into her room as you protested with false statements. You tripped over the door panel, and landed face down in Taiwan’s room. She turned around, taking the time to keep you in her room, “Thailand, would you mind keeping an eye on my brother’s for me?” He nodded in response to her request, still, a smile plastered on his already happy personality. Taiwan pushed you in further, and closed the door. You rolled over, rubbing your nose which was burning with a carpet burn.

“Y-you...Didn’t seriously mean we’re actually going to see a movie...right?” You asked, your voice was odd due to your nose being covered. Taiwan pulled a pink chinese dress from her closet, “Of course I was serious. I couldn’t lie in front of all of my siblings like that. Don’t worry. China won’t do anything rash. Promise.”

“R-rash?! And holding me against him wasn’t already bad enough? And I’m not wearing that...that...thing! You know how I hate dresses and frilly stuff!” You stood up, your nose a slight color of red, but it didn’t stick out with your [your skin color] skin. Taiwan draped the dress on her bed, and then tried to take off your shirt, “C’mon, [your name]. You need a little push, because if you don’t get that push, you’ll never be able to say what you want to say to him. Say what you want now because you’ll be silenced later~♪” You had been struggling against her, but that last part got to you. She successfully pulled your shirt over your head, and you released a scream that could probably be heard for miles.

    Your feet dug into the ground as Taiwan worked on shoving you out of her room. She unsuccessfully didn’t get you to dress in the outfit she chose for you, but got you to change into a [your favorite color] T-shirt and a [your second favorite color] skirt that she had on hand. You bit your upper lip with your long, bottom canine fangs, in an attempt to stop your screams. The position you were in now made you want to cry, and the things Taiwan had prepped you for beforehand made you feel worse. Your hands were clutching the skirt, your [your fingernail length] fingernails digging through the thin cloth. You were surprised that you hadn’t already jumped out the window with the outfit you were wearing. Your embarrassment went up as you subconsciously felt the eyes of all the men in the room turn to look at you. Your face reached a new color of red that you’ve never felt before, and you started to feel the rest of your body lose feeling. You always got a little...lets say...stressed...when you were embarrassed or under pressure. And sure as hell you were under quite a lot of that now. You looked down at the ground, before taking a step forward. Taiwan took your hand and smiled, “C’mon, look up. I don’t understand why you’re so depressed about this.” Oh, if only you could tell her. She pulled you down the stairs, and forcibly connected your’s and China’s hands. Before you could say anything to protest, she pushed the two of you out the door and locked it. You stood for a few moments, holding China’s hand. The wind ruffled your hair and sent chills down your spine. You silently pondered why Taiwan had to give you such thin clothing when she knows how cold it is out here.

    “If you’re cold, just say so, aru.” You felt his arm wrap around you, and he pulled you against him. He felt...very warm. The warmth felt nice, and it spread through you. Your face turned red from either the heat or just being with China, or maybe both. On instinct, you wrapped your arms around him and welcomed the warmth he gave you. China rubbed his hand on your arm, creating the warmth that came with friction.

    “We’re supposed to go to a movie, aru? They all suck and are super old. Taiwan should know that, aru...” China looked away from you, as if he was flashback-ing or trying to hide something. You didn’t want to say anything, but you didn’t really want to see a movie either, but you didn’t have much of a choice since it seemed you were now at China’s will for a little bit. Or, until Taiwan would let you back into the house. He looked back down to you, “What do you want to do, aru? There’s a park not too far from here where we can wait out the time, aru.” You thought about your options. You decided a park would be the safest option if the movies were really as bad as China said. Looking back at him, you spoke, “E-eh...W-would the park be okay..?” He nodded and you two started off. The skirt flowed uncomfortably around you as you walked, and the fabric brushing against your skin made you feel as worried for whatever reason.

    Before you knew it, you had reached the park. It seemed as though the park was especially empty today, except it had never really been blossoming with children. The park seemed as though it hadn’t been used in ages, and brought back memories from playing here when you were little. As your childhood rushed back to you, you broke contact with China’s hand and ran to the playground. Before he was able to catch up to you, you had gripped on to the American style “spider’s web” and you wasted no time in pulling yourself up. Halfway through, however, your shoe got stuck, so you instead kicked them both to the floor before continuing on.

    After you reached the top, you sat down and swung your legs over the edge. The bottom of your feet were red and felt as though they were going to start bleeding, while your hands only seemed to be developing calluses. Looking down, you found China was yelling something at you from the bottom, but you couldn’t hear him. Mouthing to him the words, “Come join me,” you stood up and moved aside, waiting for him to do as you asked. China obviously understood what you said, as he started up after you, except he was much slower.

    Once he pulled himself over the top, with some help from you, of course, he groaned and leaned on you, breathing heavily, “I-I’m too old for this, aru...” You chuckled, “Really? Because you made it up. What should we do next?” You looked around from the top of the tower, eager to revive days from when you were younger. China had recovered slightly, “Nothing. I-I’m too tired to do anything else.”

    “Awh...” You looked around, and spotted the monkey bars, “...One more thing, then we’ll stop.” You went over to the ladder that went down, and placed your feet on the sides like you had seen the characters in games Japan gave you. Letting go of the ladder slightly, you slid down to the bottom and stumbled, eyes swirling, “That was fun.” When you recovered slightly, you looked at China attempting to climb down the ladder, but his first problem was he was facing you. He was looking at you, as if asking you for help, since he couldn’t seem to move. You gestured with your hands to turn around, and once he understood, he caught up with you rather quick. Once he reached the ground, still slightly red, you grabbed his hand and ran over to the monkey bars, climbing up onto the small platform. You slid your thumbs around the waistband on your skirt and pulled it up over the hem of your skirt. Now, since you were older, you were perfectly able to reach the bars without having to jump or climb on your tippy-toes, so you just grabbed onto the bar and started your way across. No matter how tall you seemed to get, you never would touch the ground while on the monkey bars, even if you had to pull your legs up just to avoid touching the bark. After you reached halfway across the bars, you pulled your legs up and swung them over the bar, releasing the one you were holding and falling upside down. You smiled at China’s shocked expression, but got worried when he turned around, blushing madly. You frowned slightly, until you felt the hem of your skirt fall to your face. Now it was your turn to blush. You scrambled at  pulling yourself up and pulled your skirt down to cover yourself. And with that move you decided you were done for today. Dropping to the ground, you pulled your shirt out of your skirt and flattened it out. China came up behind you and put his hands on your shoulders, and gently started steering you to the bench a small distance from the playground, “That’s enough for quite awhile, aru.” You let him guide you off the playground, since you were still blushing furiously at what had just happened and didn’t think you had the courage to protest.

    You sat down next to him on the bench, sighing in unison. Obviously being a kid was tiring. You rested your head on his shoulder, surprising him slightly, but then he placed his hand on your back, soothing you. Before you knew it, the two of you were asleep on that park bench.

#hetalia #aph china #aph #hidekaz himaruya

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China x Reader: Mistaken

China x Reader: Mistaken

Written by the-world-through-the-paper

Rated: T (Sexual Suggestions)

Summary: You go to your friend, Taiwan's house to hang out, and get a surprise you never expected.

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Hetalia is copyright to Hidekaz Himaruya.

The Fanfiction/story is copyright to the-world-through-the-paper

    You are a small country in Asia, [country name], who is good friends with the other Asian countries, minus Russia and company. You were especially good friends with Taiwan, as she was the only girl out of all the countries there. Although you were not related to any of them, you had a bond you’d most likely never understand, and you were fine with that.

    You walked up to the house Taiwan and her brothers lived in, knocking on the door. You wondered why you were there as you waited for a response, as Taiwan had given you an urgent call, but did not explain the reason behind it.

    “Who is it, aru?” China’s familiar voice rang out. You smiled while you responded, “It’s me, [your name], China.” You heard locks tumble and the door opened. China stood in front of you, wearing a white t-shirt and his usual greenish-gray pants, “Oh it’s just you, [your name], aru. I was afraid it was my boss, he’s been working me to the bone, aru.” He walked into the house, leaving the door open for you. You shut it after entering, taking in the smell of the familiar setting. You took a seat on one of the couches, thinking the house was more empty and quiet than usual. China reappeared, handing you a cup of what you thought was warm milk before taking the seat next to you.

    “What brings you here, aru? You usually give us a warning before you come here, aru.” He asked, watching you take a sip of the warm fluid. You responded, not looking at him, “Taiwan told me I needed to be here, but I don’t know why.”

    “Taiwan, aru? Are you sure, [your name], aru? Taiwan’s been gone for a few hours now. She should be back soon, aru.” You nodded as China got up, leaving his cup on the coffee table, and exited the room. Your phone vibrated in your pocket, signaling you got a text message. You took it from your pocket. It was from Taiwan. You opened the phone, expecting it to be something along the lines of ‘I’m late!’ or ‘I’ll be there soon!’, but it was not. You read the message, feeling your cheeks heat up with every pixelated letter: ‘Hey, it’s me! I found u have a crush on China, so now ur there w/ him! S. Korea won’t bother u while ur there, so go crzy! Hav fun! -Taiwan❤’

    You closed your phone, slipping it back into your pocket. You lifted the cup to your face, taking a sip, trying to calm the deep red that had developed on your face.

    Once your face had returned to it’s original color, you thought about how to get out of the house without China noticing. His voice woke you from your thoughts, “She’s still not here yet, aru?” You nodded, looking at him as he poked his head through the doorway.

    “Would you mind if I worked in here, aru? It’s boring being alone, aru.” You nodded again, taking another sip of milk. China came back moments later holding a huge stack of books and papers. He moved his cup on the coffee table out of his way before dropping the stack on the table. China sat down next to you, a little too close for comfort according to you. He grabbed a book from the top, and started writing on one of the empty pages in the Chinese characters you had an odd love for. You felt awkward, shifting positions, sneaking glances at China while he wrote. It was true that you had a crush on him, but you knew he’d never feel the same about you. It was a one-sided love, and from the novels you’ve read, they don’t turn out pretty. He probably thought of you as a little sister, or a friend.

    “Oiiii~ I woke up late!” South Korea came out from his room upstairs, wearing his usual overly big blue and white clothing. He looked at you with China and snickered, “Oh, you’re here, [your name]. Have fun~.” Korea jumped down the stairs, running to the door and slamming it shut after he’d left. China looked up, irritation written in his features, “What’s his problem, aru?” You looked down at your now empty cup to find a crumpled paper in there. You expected it to be another one of Korea’s ‘love notes’ but it wasn’t. It read in what was obviously his handwriting: ‘You probably figured this to be another one of my sexy notes, but it’s not, sorry. Taiwan told me not to bother you today because you’re hitting it off with China. Good luck with him, and I’ll come to claim your breasts later! Best regards, -S. Korea❤’

    You crumpled the paper up in your fist, seeming that everyone in the world was against you leaving today. China looked over at you, not noticing the paper, closing his book, “Do you want some more, aru?” You shook your head, “No thank you, but it was really good.”

    “Are you sure, aru? I wouldn’t mind getting more, aru.” China got up and went through the doorway to the kitchen. You felt like you were in a trance as you set the paper and your cup down on the table. You got up, going over to the doorway and standing right in front of it, watching China as he grabbed a teapot with your [your eye color], now dull, eyes. He started walking out of the kitchen, bumping into you, and your lips met. China flushed a deep red, immediately pulling away, “A-are you okay, aru? You really shouldn’t stand in front of doorways, aru!” His tone of voice gave no hint that he understood your feelings.

    “Really China? Are you blind? Do you need your eyes checked?” South Korea was upstairs again, looking down with boredom, a hand on his face. China looked up at him, “What the hell do you mean, aru!? I’m not blind, aru!” Korea stretched, yawning loudly, “Then you must need some more wits if you can’t tell that [your name] has feelings for you.” China looked back at you, trying to see your face as you looked at the floor.

    “Is that true, [your name], aru?” He looked at you, bewildered. You looked up, a sad smile adorning your face, followed by tears pricking your eyes. You needn’t say more, as China understood. He pulled you into a tight embrace, “I love you as well, but I thought you’d never accept me, aru.”

    “C’mon you old geezer. Get hip. Kiss her!” Hong Kong howled from the stairs, followed by a smile from Thailand. You looked at China, imitating his voice, “A-are you okay, aru? You really shouldn’t stand in front of doorways, aru.” And following that, you planted your lips right on his.

#hetalia #aph #aph china #hidekaz himaruya #xreaders #x reader

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Nora's Quest: Fire

Nora's Quest: Fire

Written by the-world-through-the-paper

Rated: E

Summary: Baako and Lileep discover a forest fire.

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Kodrama (C) evilitachi and RRadoptables.

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    Flames licked across the safari's forested area, the fire spreading simply by being too close to each other. Tendrils of the flame climbed the trees, spiraling around the trunk of the tree and reaching out the branches. The flames only grew in size, the individual flame tendrils reaching towards the sky like arms. Sparks from the flames threw themselves into the sky. The wind picked up the sparks and blew them to nothing, ash sprinkling to the ground and a tiny ember falling.     Trees lit on fire one after another, the fire repeating the process; each tree lighting at the base, then the fire spiraling up the trunk, wrapping itself around every branch before setting the next tree on fire. The wind simply moved the flames in their own little dance, only making them spin higher, entwined in each other like two love-locked dancers. The radiating sun beat down, encouraging the flames to move even higher and burn even brighter.     Bushes on the ground lit, each leaf becoming a small inferno, setting the ones around it on fire. Flowers wilted in the heat even before the flames reached it. Petals and leaves fell to the ground in patterns before the stem wilted and curled up.     Birds took to the skies, panicking to get into formation and away from the flames. The creatures who lived in the forest were scampering away, worried squeaks and howls coming from the ones who escaped. Responding calls echoed from inside the blazing inferno as other creatures struggled to escape.     Baako and Lileep stood silently, watching the creatures escape slowly, one by one. The smaller ones fled right past them, a few brushing their legs as they blew by. After time, every last one was gone, and the surroundings were quiet other than the crackling and snapping of flames.     Lileep broke the silence, "I like this." Baako cast a glare at her, "What about a forest burning down is something you should 'like'?" She asked, gaze unwavering. Lileep grinned, taking a jump and floating, throwing her arms above her head, "I absolutely LO~OVE SUMMER!" Baako crossed her arms, floating up to Lileep's level, "It's the middle of winter, dork. We're simply in drought." Lileep smiled, "But that's the FUN OF IT! We get SUMMER in the middle of WINTER!"     "Quiet down, would you? If you were in the village, they'd of kicked you out in a second. Oh wait-They did. That's why I'm stuck with you." Baako covered her ears with her hands, squeezing her eyes shut. Lileep frowned, making a thinking position, "I also can't believe I missed such a huge chance to get in some hunting practice. I could've caught at least 10 of 'em!"     Baako nodded, rolling her eyes. She flew over to the burning inferno that was once a forest. Hesitantly, she lifted her hand out to the flame, watching intently as if she expected something to happen.     Lileep was curious, but watched silently anyway. She watched, and suddenly something happened. She saw Baako flinch away from the flame, clutching the hand she was holding to her chest. Almost as if the reaction weren't hers, she pushed off an imaginary wall and raced towards her friend. The heat wavered Baako's image, making her seem farther away than she was.     When Lileep reached her, she was only slightly out of breath but concerned about other things. "Baako, are you alright?" She questioned, being unbearably loud simply because she was worried and couldn't help it. Baako had been floating, staring at the wavering fire unmoving. Lileep's words snapped her out of it, and she immediately turned towards her friend. Seeing Lileep's worried expression, she smiled, "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just checking to see how intense it was. It's hot enough to be a concern to the village. Go on ahead and I'll follow after."     Lileep looked at her hesitantly, but nodded. "Alright...I'll wait for you just around the bend." She pointed a little further away before leaving. Once Lileep was far enough away, Baako lifted her hand up and licked it, a swollen red spot building on her finger. She pulled it out of her mouth with a 'Pop!' and sighed, following Lileep.

#ragaki-runeland

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Nora's Quest: Celebrating

Nora's Quest: Celebrating

Written by the-world-through-the-paper

Rated: E

Summary: Saving a forest.

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Kodryama (C) to evilitachi and RRadoptables.

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    Previously, Baako and Lileep had stumbled upon a forest fire in the nearby safari's forested area. Most, if not all, of the creatures evacuated themselves, but it's close enough to the village that it could pose a threat. To check, Baako tested the heat and recieved a burn in the process. Lileep thought she saw a mirage of Baako getting burnt, and does not actually know that she is burnt. Lileep went ahead while Baako was following along behind.     Lileep pranced through the forest, taking leaps across expanses of ground and doing somersaults in the air. She would stop every once in awhile to make sure Baako was still following. Baako wasn't as enthusiastic as Lileep. She was dragging her feet in the dust, small clouds of dust puffing into the air behind her. Her thick fur had small clumps of dust on it, but they fell out when she shook.     Lileep was standing on a tree branch, arms out for balance. She jumped from one to another, shaking the tree's leaves off by the impact of her landing. Lileep took a hopeful look downwards to see Baako steadily making her way along the path, and currently right underneath her.     "Baako! Catch me!" Lileep shouted, propelling herself off the branch. Baako looked up with horror as Lileep fell. Thinking quickly, Baako stuck out her arms. Lileep fell into her open arms, the impact and weight of her landing making Baako stumble before falling and landing on her rear in the dust.     Lileep laughed, getting off of Baako and dusting herself off, "Now THAT was fun. Thanks for catching me!" Baako scowled, "You call everything fun! And that was certainly NOT fun." She stood up, shaking herself off even though most of the dust simply stuck. "Now look. You've dirtied me with dust!" Lileep pouted, crossing her arms, "You were already filthy to begin with. I simply got you to the point where you need to take a bath."     Baako sighed, "Just get going, would you? And don't even think about making any more feats like that." Lileep shook her hand, dismissing the topic, "Fine, fine." She walked normally for awhile, before she was immediately back to climbing a nearby tree. Baako sighed, not even bothering to wait for her. She just simply continued.     Lileep was once again jumping from branch to branch, shaking the branches on purpose to get back at Baako. When her attempts didn't work, she leaped off the tree.     Lileep landed gracefully a few steps ahead of Baako. She waited for her to say  something, but Baako just walked past her. The village was in sight now, and Lileep hurried her step.     "WE'RE BACK!" Lileep shouted, jumping in through the entrance. Any Kodryama in 100 feet of Lileep immediately turned away and scowled.     "I thought we'd gotten rid of her for good."     "How can Baiya'Bi'Bruu stand her?"     "Baiya'Bi'Bruu hates loud people, yet she's still around Eruu'Ruikai?"     Murmurs from the passing by Kodryama sounded as they passed. None made direct eye contact with her. Lileep wasn't bothered by the comments. Either that or she couldn't hear it. Baako followed soon behind.     "Eruu'Ruikai, I'll go report to Fiioria'Rin. Do me a favor and stay out of troubles way while I'm gone?" Baako asked, asking in a polite tone. Lileep nodded, saluting, "YOU CAN COUNT ON ME, BAIYA'BI'BRUU!" Baako covered her ears as Lileep walked away, whistling.     "Fiioria'Rin? Are you there? I have to report." Rin was lounging inside his makeshift home, all lights off other than a flashing T.V. light. By the light, Rin was listening to the T.V. while skimming pages of a comic book. He took a sip of a nearby soda can, setting it on a filthy table next to his chair. Rin looked up when Baako entered, "Ah, hello, Baiya'Bi'Bruu."     Baako shivered and swallowed. She hated the way his home was run. It was filthy and she hated being inside of it. Covering her mouth with one hand, she closed her eyes and spoke, "A fire in the nearby forest just started a little while ago. All of the animals escaped, but it's big enough to pose a threat."     Rin looked away from the television, looking directly at Baako, eyes shining, "Did you take a photo?" Baako shook her head, "I didn't." Rin lost interest and turned back to the flashing colors, "Just go tell someone in the yard. I'm sure they'd be more than happy to help." He dismissed Baako, leaning against the side of his chair and flipping the channel on the television.     Baako exited his house, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. She spotted Lileep a small distance away, making small flower crowns with some of the younger Kodryama. A book lay open next to her, with pictures and words scribbled on the page.     Another Kodryama walked by, but Baako stopped her. Once Baako explained the situation, she nodded and began shouting directions to some of the other Kodryama. She sat down next to a wall and sighed.     A few seconds passed before she felt a light weight on her head, followed by someone sitting next to her.     "You're a good person, Baako. I suppose sleeping is your way of celebrating." Lileep whispered, moving the flower crown that was on her head to a better position.     Shouts could be heard from the entrance, saying the fire had progressed and was close to the village. Luckily, they had stopped it just in time. Around the sleeping Baako and Lileep, the Kodryama threw a celebration filled with brand new types of food, tea and candy, and meat.

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Nora's Quest (#4)

Nora's Quest (#4)

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Rated: E

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    Lileep hummed quietly, flipping through another page in her book. Her fist supported her head, her elbow resting on her knee. The thickly bound book sat in her lap. A hand rested on the book, only moving to flip the pages. Children a little farther away from Lileep ran in circles playing tag. They screeched with joy as they attempted to avoid the grabby hands of the other children. One of them stopped to pick up a flower crown that had fallen off her head. Lileep smiled as the little child picked up the crown and replaced it on her head, making sure it was steady before running off with a smile.     Lileep closed her eyes, remembering when she made tons of flower crowns for all the children in the village. The children were the only ones in the village who appreciated Lileep. Deep down, even Lileep knew Baako couldn't stand her. She only stayed with Baako to prove something wrong. But what was she trying to prove?     The rest of the members in the village always humored her, but she knew the gestures were fake and only designed to get her away from them. Pointless tasks: playing fetch when there wasn't even something to grab and going out for fruits when they had baskets hidden away.     Lileep opened her eyes, shaking her head to rid herself of the toxic memories. Sighing, she turned back to her book, taking in the theorems and equations, trying to understand. Baako had lent her the book earlier on the condition of "finding a non-disturbing hobby you like." Earlier, she would've rolled her eyes and just laughed, but with the way the other villagers had been acting about Lileep, she took Baako up on her offer.     The book didn't even make sense to Lileep. She shut the book and rubbed her eyes, watching the black sparkles dance across her closed eyes.     The world spun when she opened them. She sat still as the ground settled, then became aware. A child a little bit away was sobbing, pointing to a prominent scrape on her knee. Adult villagers bustled around the kid, asking questions and discussing about her scrape. The child's flower crown was on the ground. Lileep got up, leaving the book on the ground, and quickly walked over to the child.     Lileep snatched the flower crown from the ground, not stopping her pace. Breathing heavily, she blew the dust off of it with a few heavy breaths. Lileep offered it to the sobbing child. The child looked at the crown, and smiled through her tears. The kid's hand was shaking as he reached for the flower crown. Carefully, he replaced the crown on his head and grinned toothily.     One of the adults looked down from their bickering and saw Lileep grinning at the child. The adult looked astonished, "What are you doing, Eruu'Ruikai? You better not be the one to have injured that child!" The bickering stopped from the others once Lileep was pointed out. She froze as tons of eyes began to focus on her, whispering in the crowds. Slowly, she stood up, "No, no. I simply picked up her..." Lileep trailed off, eying the others carefully, "...crown." She whispered before running in the other direction. Lileep hid behind the wall she was sitting at earlier. She sighed, looking up at the steadily getting darker. Lileep closed her eyes, wishing she could for once fit in. Deep down, she knew people couldn't stand her, but yet she constantly denied it in favor of staying the way she was.     While she thought, Lileep heard quiet footsteps shuffling against the dust. A soft hand placed something on her head. Lileep opened her eyes to find several of the children gathered around her. The one who was injured earlier had placed a flower crown woven from all the other children's crowns on her head. Lileep smiled softly, "Thank you."

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Nora's Quest: Blizzard

Nora's Quest: Blizzard

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Rated: E

Summary: Baako and Lileep help prevent another drought.

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    Ever so recently, there was a terrible drought. The drought had no effect on the Kodryama camp, until a large fire broke out in a nearby forest, bringing trees no one could top to their knees and abandoning hundreds, if not thousands, of creatures who all disappeared and are unlikely to come back. The Kodryama members, Baako and Lileep warned of the fire to the rest of the camp. Other members alerted the higher ups, and within a few minutes they had ended the flames. The drought soon ended after that, being drawn to a close by 5 days worth of relentless downpour.     After the sudden oncoming of rain, snow began to fall in the Village. At first it wasn't much; a few drops here in there, and they melted away as soon as they hit any solid shape. However, the snow eventually began to build up. First it was a nuisance - Small piles of snow accompanied by children playing in them. Second it was a hazard - Snow so thick that simply walking would get your feet stuck. Third it was a problem - Snow was building itself up high enough to block doorways, let alone move around.     Snow whipped around Baako's face as she stood chest deep in the ever so thickening snow. Lileep was flitting around. Every time her feet got close to the snow, she would push off the ground and flap her wings so she managed to stay just above the ground and avoid getting stuck. Baako had her arms folded, keeping her from sinking deeper into the snow. She balanced a pot carefully on her head. Lileep continued leaping around, singing and whistling. In her hand, she was braiding a flower bracelet with 3 flowers, each with a long stem. One of the flowers was red, one was pink, and another was purple.     "Would you stop leaping around and grab a pot?" Baako hissed, keeping her eyes focused on some of the other Kodryama who were working on excavating part  of the camp. Lileep stopped, fluttering behind Baako. "Whattya mean? What're you doing with that pot on your head? It's a very odd hobby, Baako." Baako kept her focus on the workers, "I've told you at least three times; are you so wrapped up in your singing that you can't bother yourself to listen for once?" Lileep moved to the front of Baako, making her look up, "No, sorry. The kids asked me to make them bracelets, so I've been focusing on that." She smiled gesturing to the braid in her hand.     "Because our water supply is frozen over - thanks to this good for nothing blizzard - We are to be collecting freshly fallen snow so we can melt it and still have a water source." Baako informed Lileep, closing her eyes as a gust of wind and snow blew by her face.     "O~h. So THAT'S what you've been doing, standing in the snow like that!" Lileep chuckled, "Okay! I'll go get a bucket!" She grinned before imitating running over the snow, even though she was a few feet above it.     Baako sat in silence as she waited for Lileep to return with a pot. She heard a rustling in the snow next to her, and a Kodryama with orange, thick fur stuck his head up from the snow. He stuck out a red tongue between pointed fangs and spat snow from his mouth. After doing that, he shook his head and looked up, "Hey, Miss. Do you know who lost this?" He pulled a hand from the snow. In his hand was a golden anklet, which happened to belong to Baako.     Baako was startled, almost knocking the pot off her head. She lifted a hand up to steady it. "Ah, yes! That's my anklet; I'm so sorry for the trouble!" He slipped the bracelet into Baako hand before nodding.     "...A final word. We will be removing the snow in this area, so please get someone to pull you out within the next few minutes..." He rolled his eyes before ducking back into the snow.     Lileep returned, arms outstretched for balance. On her head was a pot. Baako grunted, lifting the pot off her head and placing it next to her in the snow. She lifted her arms up, "Lileep, pull me out! They're going to excavate the snow!" Lileep nodded, grabbing Baako's hands with hers and pulling her out of the snow. As she rose higher, Baako grabbed the heavy pot with her feet, wrapping her legs around it.     Baako dropped her pot off at the area where they were storing them. Lileep let go of Baako's hands and high-fived her once she got to the ground.     The pot on her head was off balanced, and the almost empty pot tipped over. It shattered against the ground.     "Dang it." Lileep whispered.

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Nora's Quest: Hunting

Nora's Quest: Hunting

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Rated: E/T/M (Why it’s rated that)

Summary: Braae and Lileep team up to go hunting.

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    "This is awesome!" Lileep whispered excitedly.     Braae, a Kodryama just added to the clan, had quickly become friends with Baako and Lileep. Braae had a common love for chimera hunting and quickly grew strong bonds with Lileep. The blizzard hadn't completely gone out, but it snowed less often and the snow melted as quickly as it appeared. A drought hasn't been in sight either, which had the majority of the village pleased.     Now, Braae and Lileep sat next to each other, stalking a rather plump, purple and blue, Hase Shisu which had been scratching at the ground in search of food. Lileep's tail flicked back in forth unconsciously in excitement.  Braae noticed and quietly put his paw on it, stopping the movement. Lileep she jerked, but held her breath and stood still.     The Hase Shisu had noticed, but couldn't tell where it was from. It hopped a few steps forward before scratching at the ground again. Under her breath Lileep cursed, but Braae just smiled. He jerked his head to a blind spot behind the Shisu, then put up a paw, signaling her to stay there. Lileep nodded and crouched back down again, folding her ears down to stay out of sight.     Her lower body was very brightly colored, so hunting was hard unless she was very careful. That was just one of the reasons she practiced so hard: so she wouldn't stick out.     Braae was brightly colored as well. He had bright red fur with a brown undercoat. If he tried, he wouldn't stick out much due to his darker fur colors. However, his wings and most of his body was colored with red, black, pink and purple, and simply moving in the prey's line of sight could be dangerous for his hunt.     Braae shuffled his way over to the Hase Shisu's blind spot. Ducking under a bushes protection, he peeked over the branches. The rabbit-creature stuck it's head up, alert, ears twitching. Braae stuck his tail up and twitched it, signaling to Lileep.     Lileep bolted from the bushes, Braae following soon after. The Shisu was alerted to their presence and attempted to run. It's heels scrabbled for ground as it attempted to speed away as Lileep and Braae gained on it, shooting through the air like bullets. The Shisu squealed as Braae leaped through the air, not slowing, and landed on the Shisu. Lileep skidded to a halt behind Braae, smiling and panting.     "Now. THAT, was awesome!" She screeched happily. Braae stood up higher, the Hase Shisu dangling from his mouth. It's eyes were bloodshot with dilated pupils. It was shaking heavily, feet twitching every once in awhile, trying to find ground it currently lost.     Braae grinned through the clump of fur, "Fwell, I'mn grad you tink sho." ("Well, I'm glad you think so.") Lileep pounced ahead, heading back to the village, "I'll switch off with you every once in awhile; just remind me!" She skipped off, staying in the air longer by flapping her wings. Braae rolled his eyes, wincing at her echoing voice.     He began walking off as well, ears still ringing. The Hase Shisu in his mouth was practically lifeless; the only movement of it was it's feet twitching. Braae had been walking for quite some time, the clump of fur in his mouth getting sweaty. Lileep was no where in sight. After even more walking, the fur began slipping from his fangs. Soon, it finally did, and the Shisu almost immediately took off. As Braae spat, the sweat salty on his tongue, trying to issue a curse, Lileep bent down and picked it up in her mouth smiling. Braae sighed, and the two of them walked along together.

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Nora's Quest: Treasure Hunting

Nora's Quest: Treasure Hunting

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Rated: E

Summary: The trio goes treasure hunting.

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    "I hate doing this..." Lileep whined, shuffling her feet on the dirt, dust puffing up in a trail behind her, "...there's nothing FUN about 'treasure hunting.'" She moaned. Baako was a few paces ahead of her, skimming pages in a book. Hearing Lileep's cries, she turned around, flicking her eyes between the book held tightly in one hand and the pouting Lileep.     "I never said you had to come. I said I would appreciate someone coming along with me, that doesn't mean that you had to." Baako said, voice distant as if she wasn't focused, "And besides; treasure hunting it very scientific, and it can help you learn how to hunt chimeras better."     "Does it move?" Lileep asked.     "Well, no, but-"     "Then it's not chimera hunting." Lileep said.     Baako sighed, "Fine, then. Go back if you want to. I don't care anymore." She flipped the page on her book, pulling out a loose page and unfolding it. Baako wiped her free hand over the crumbly, yellowing paper, flattening it out.     Lileep sighed, "No, no. If I leave you alone, you'll get lost." She picked up her pace, lifting her knees to her chest as she ran.     Baako peeked over her shoulder to see Lileep coming, and she sat down, crossing her legs. She sat the book in the middle of her lap, displaying the map prominently. Earlier, Baako knew Lileep would volunteer, and made up a fake map with fake chimera guardians.     Lileep ran up to her, her breathing only a bit roughed. She stared at the map, open jawed, "W-wow...Are...are those real!?" Baako smirked, holding up the map, "Of course!"     Lileep's eyes shone, "Awesome! If I can catch one of these bad babes, I'll be a renowned hunter; even Braae will cower in fear of my name!" Baako sat in silence of her declaration, "...You sound more like rivals than friends..." She muttered, standing up and walking forward, on an adventure.     The real map was much less detailed. From Lileep and Baako's current position, the "first chimera" on the map was actually where the treasure was supposed to be, according to the actual map. Baako simply designed it like that so that hopefully it would let them leave much quicker than actually using the real map.     However, the fake map only hindered them. Every few steps, Lileep would jump at a leaf or a shaking bush and challenge it to a match. Several times, Baako had to hold her back from attacking a passing Unu or Hase Shisu.     "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnn..." Lileep whined, slumping and dragging her feet, moaning all the way. Baako continued walking, ignoring Lileep. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...UUUUU...unf!" Lileep moaned, making her voice high before falling face first on the ground. Baako turned around to see the collapsed Lileep.     "Get up."     "No."     "Get up."     "BUT THERE'S NOTHING." Lileep shouted, rolling over onto her back, dirt and dust caking her fur. Birds in the surrounding trees took to the skies, screeching and hooting. Her voice echoed, repeating back several times before disappearing.     Baako eyed her before looking at the map. "Ah, look." She said sarcastically. Lileep pushed herself from where she was to where Baako stood by using her feet to shove herself through the dirt. She didn't get up off the ground, but instead mumbled, "What." Baako put a finger on her lip, running it over several times in a though process. After that, she smiled, smacking her hand against the paper, "Look! This is where the treasure should be."     Lileep rolled over and pushed herself farther away, towards a clearing. She stopped somewhere in the middle, "Is it here?" Baako looked up, "Maybe. Just dig everywhere I guess."     An hour had passed, and all they had found was a broken lantern. Baako had said that this was the treasure, even though she herself knew it wasn't. They went home with a broken lantern in tow, and a good laugh for Braae from the retelling of the trip.

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