Eyes of The Spades King (Chapter 1: Realities)Eyes of The Spades King (Chapter 1: Realities) by redscarletridinghood
"Without slavery, the rebellion could never have existed.
Without slavery, it could not continue."
In all of Spades, only my mother had told me of what it was like to meet the one truly destined for you. She said, her green orbs sparkling wistfully at the memory, that it happens when two eyes meet. And is confirmed when two hands are intertwined. And when the internal clock buried in your chest stops ticking for a mere moment, only to resume its beat so loud and so defined the second after, she said that the rythm of your clock had synced with your One and only. She said it was True Love.
Since then, I couldn't wait for my fated one. I touch my chest, feeling the faint tick-tock of my internal clock and whispering for it to be patient, for I know my True Love will arrive soon. I was nine.
By twelve, I was attrac
5024 V.S 1673 Ch. 105024 V.S 1673 Ch. 10 by DredPirateBones
Chapter 10: Wings
Arthur didn’t know why he was doing this; he didn’t know why he was even contemplating it. The sand dollar Alfred had given him lay in the palm of his hand, a sewing needle in the other. He knew that the sand dollar was basically a skeleton, a very thin one at that, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he could somehow engrave or carve into it without it shattering. It was very unlikely but Arthur was in love with the idea all the same.
The sound of footsteps jolted Arthur out of his thoughts. He slipped the sand dollar into his pocket and then pulled the canvas sail onto his lap.
Francis sat down next to him, his own needle in hand. “Do you know the Satin Stitch?” He asked as he pulled his own section of the torn sail into his lap.
“We used to call it the Satan Stitch because of how much thread it required.” Arthur said. He picked a tear in the canvas and then started mending it with quick, sure movements, born from years of re
Monster CH5Monster CH5 by Quizle
AN: I'm sorry I've been lacking on updates, school's been hell lately. I'm also sorry that this chapter is eh... e.o I'm embarrassed, but I really don't know where my inspiration flew off to. But yeah, onward to the story...
Alfred’s eyes flew open when the call of his name registered fully to his still sleep clouded mind. There was a murmur of confusion when he saw only green in front of his eyes, but upon resting his hand on the green thing, he discovered it to be the tip of Arthur’s tail. Alfred gently pushed the tail off his face and fixed his glasses, which hadn’t, luckily, been crushed or scratched by the scales.
“I-I’m up... Whatup?” Alfred’s blond eyebrow arched up in question upon seeing his boss stand on the doorway, out of breath and red of face. Two panicking guards stood in front of him, their guns pointed at Arthur. Alfred tried to jump up at the sight of the weapons, but fell right down, as Arthur
5024 V.S 1673 Ch. 95024 V.S 1673 Ch. 9 by DredPirateBones
Chapter 9: Where the Whales Sing
Yao had been wrong.
The hatch to the deck port wasn’t missing; it was simply lodged more than halfway into the mast. Ivan and Alfred had to be the ones to pry it out; after Arthur had healed the crew enough that they could move without pain, without resistance from their bodies, damaging the mast even further but in all honesty the hatch was more important at this point. Without that hatch the hallway would create a wind tunnel and suck the oxygen out of the ship. Likewise the giant hole in the back of the ship would create enough force to suck a person out of it.
Alone in his room, Arthur could still hear them working to get the hatch back into its proper place but he ignored them. He stood before the mirror, which had somehow survived, with his head down and his palms on the desk. Reaching up, Arthur carefully removed his eye patch and placed in on the desk. Arthur leaned forward to brace himself before he looked up.
It shouldn’t have been
Don't Mess with the British EmpireIt was during the Imperial century when England had begun to learn many things about himself. It wasn't anything to do with his own country but merely his own self, who he was as a person, what he wanted to be, and what he wanted to gain. After the victory over Napoleon England was left with no serious international rival, of course Russia had always been considered some sort of threat to him, but on the sea, England was unchallenged. England had been standing tall on the steamship that powered onwards across the choppy seas that lay endlessly before him, his seas that he had policed with his supreme power.Don't Mess with the British Empire by jillyred
Ten million square miles of territory making the British Empire the largest by far, it made him feel big, unstoppable, and invincible. England had found himself grinning and scowling out at the vast seas around him each time he had set sail on a voyage out into the seas he had claimed as his own.
A bittersweet smile of power and yet an overbearing loss that consumed his heart during
APH - USUK: Oh, Who Would Ever Want to Be King[February 6th, 1952]APH - USUK: Oh, Who Would Ever Want to Be King by YecatsCullenLOTR
"He's dead, America."
The American nation turned around abruptly in the British estate, jumping up from the couch as he heard his lover's voice.
England leant there, against the doorway of the study, in a sopping wet coat, dripping onto the carpet. America flinched at the Brit's paler-than-normal skin, and his shaking body.
"Jeez, Iggy, get out of that coat! It's freezing out there!"
England didn't move, didn't even chastise the other for the nickname as America quickly stripped him off the clothes, didn't even pay attention to the chattering of his own teeth. America himself did not want to remember the words the older nation had spoken in a deadpan as he entered.
"England. Hey, England." No answer. Just a blank stare, and a cold shaking that was startlingly familiar to America.
"ENGLAND!" That snapped him out of it. The older nation flinched slightly, before turning a more accustomed glare on the American. "What, you git?" "You kinda spaced out there, babe."
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