Prologue:

On the fourth day of the seventh month, in the midst of the worst storm the country had seen in years, a baby boy was born in the tiny village of Agrinas. His mother died only minutes after childbirth. She barely had the strength to look at her son, but when he opened big blue eyes to stare back at her, she managed a sincere, ( Read more... )

Would you look at that, I finally wrote something new. It's not anything that I should be writing- it's the Alice: Madness Returns-based AU I've been thinking about recently- but at least it's something.

This is USUK, but Nyotalia and 2P Nyotalia. There will be some regular and 2P male USUK later on, if I actually get there.
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He’d heard the warnings. Many a sailor was found washed up on the rocks, pale-faced and trembling and afraid, staring into the deep blue waters around him. The only words these men could speak for months were half-crazed ramblings about wicked teeth and translucent skin and eyes as endless as the ocean, hands like vices and high, mocking voices ( Read more... )

Night was falling once again over the dunes of Arrakis, and the gentle light of the two moons illuminated what could be seen of Arthur’s face above his sandmask. The cave entrance had become something of a sanctuary for him, a place to escape from the constant demands that plagued his life as Sayyadina. The moons did not judge, did not stare, did ( Read more... )

Alfred had always been a bit different. From the moment he was born, when his mother held him to her chest for the first time and gazed down into his tear-streaked, panicked young face, his family had known that he would not be like other boys. There was just something about him, a sense of untamed, wild freedom. Touched by the gods, his parents ( Read more... )

And by romantic, I mean super romantic. Like, oh my god this is so cheesy romantic. And probably somehow magical so that it can actually keep my interest (non-magical/fantasy/sci fi stuff kills me to write).

But I'm stuck. No ideas. So, um, prompts, anyone? Just as long as it's USUK, and doesn't involve France much, and has no hints to any other ( Read more... )

He hadn’t seen it coming. He didn’t understand. Why would something like this happen? What had he done wrong?

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As he stood there, on that raised platform in front of hundreds and hundreds of wary eyes, Arthur couldn’t remember ever feeling so alone. He knew it was ridiculous- alongside him stood Alfred, Matthew, Yao, Francis, and various other members of the X-Men, and in front of them, speaking into a microphone, sat Professor Xavier. Government officials ( Read more... )

The sunset from the roof was beautiful, even if the winter air made it a little too chilly for the average watcher. Alfred sat up there alone, his back braced against one of the several chimneys. The oranges and reds and violets turned the sky into a wonderful tableau, dotted with cotton candy clouds. A gentle breeze rustled through the trees ( Read more... )

For the life of him, Arthur could not understand why he was awake. A quick glance at his watch confirmed his suspicions- it was past one. That meant he had been laying in his bed, extremely tired but unable to ease into restful sleep, for almost two hours. He groaned and pressed an arm to his eyes. This was becoming ridiculous. He’d never had these ( Read more... )