Cessepool

Czar had never really hugged  anyone before in his life before, it wasn't his fault that (Name) had started crying, it wasn't his fault that he hadn't known what to do... it just wasn't his fault. Czar stepped back biting his lips. "You should probably take the rest of the day off..." He said as gently as he could. (Name) sniffed and nodded waiting for Czar to walk out. "I'll check up on you later..." With that Czar turned to leave. (Name) sighed and flopped on the bed. *** King Ivan glanced around before finally looking back at his guardian. Czar had made himself comfortable opposite him and was now criticizing each and every piece of paperw

Three Years Ago Matthew walked in and stretched. He finally tracked, took down, and beat the shit out of a poacher he’s been hunting for well over a week. He didn’t know when he would be back but it felt good to come home to someplace warm. Not to mention being greeted to his girlfriend, who was wearing his sweat shirt, eating pancakes, and watching TV with Kumajiro on her chest. She smiled when he came in. “You’re back!” Kumajro hopped off her and trotted to him. She flung her arms around him and kissed him, “Did you catch him?” he didn’t say anything but presented her the poacher’s inf

'Scheisse,' Gilbert cursed to himself. How could he forget about today? He usually tread carefully on days such as these, sneaking downstairs for a beer every once in a while, avoiding the Canadian as much as possible. If Matthew caught him then he would be trapped for the remainder of the evening. He was standing in the kitchen, beer forgotten in his hand, a Canadian bustling around him excitedly. Matthew was grabbing all the snack food they owned. He was wearing his normal jeans with a large blue and white jersey one. Today was the big game between the Montreal Canadiens and the Vancouver Canucks and Gilbert just happened to live with the

Shaking with shock, but trying desperately to hide it from his keen eyed companion, John Watson glanced at Sherlock, his long stride easily putting distance between them before Sherlock would glance back and casually slow his pace to match John's shorter one. John clenched his jaw to stop it from trembling and clenched his hands into fists. His pace slowed as he remembered what had just occured not that long ago...                                                                                 *.*.*. Running along behind Sherlock, John trusted his feet to follow Sherlock, long ago learning not to question him. He followed Sherlock with com

You felt like crap. You were surrounded by darkness that you can't force to go away. There was no sound at all. Your body felt heavy and acted like a pile of goo. Fuzziness and numbness could be felt in your head. You couldn't move. 'Am I dead..?' You couldn't remember anything that led up to this cold darkness you seemed to float in. All that you could remember was hearing a loud bang, like a gunshot. And being with Bucky... Rining suddenly filled your ears. A bright, piercing light consumed the darkness. You slowly opened your eyes. You stood corrected. Now you felt like crap. You couldn't feel the ground beneath you and you yourself felt

Screams, moans. The dull thud of a body slamming against a cold, hard, steel cell door. Just one leering face. Just one. A twisted vision of Eddie lying on the floor, nose broken and bleeding, fingers twisting in directions Jonathan knows they shouldn't... And there is nothing he can do about it. He sits in his own cell, cowering away. The master of fear, the number one fear specialist, curled up against the padded walls, with his arms firmly clamped around his knees. Crying. Afraid. Jonathan Crane awoke with a panicked scream, practically swimming in his own pools of perspiration. His frenzied eyes scanned his cell walls, just to confirm th

Edward Nygma huddled on the couch, wrapped in a giant green blanket. Of all the days for the heating to stop working… And Jonathan was no help…working in his stupid lab…with his…stupid toxins…grrrrr… After a few minutes, the Scarecrow stepped out of the lab and leaned against the doorframe, smirking at the Riddler. "Come on, Eddie…it's not that bad…" The Riddler scowled at him. "Says the guy who's wearing three sweaters." Jonathan rolled his eyes. "Hey, I'm skinny. I get cold." "Yeah, well, so do I." Jonathan watched Eddie for a few more seconds and then smirked again, walking over to the Riddler