Kirbyasha

Sea-glass became your bones, brine your blood, and seashells melded into your skin. You were not quite an ocean when you said "This is your sign to love me." My body was like a building; tall, cold, almost unbreakable. I was metallic and sharp, towering over your waters. I remember taking your hand in mine, conch and coral shells scrubbing my skyscraper wrists, and laughing about how one day you would submerge every last bit of me. Your lips, riddled with argonauts, found my cheek and I cringed at the coarseness. You asked if they bothered me and I finally told you "I think I love you."

As the dawn came, Xephos woke up. He saw that everyone else was asleep, so he roamed around. Something felt different though. He flew over to Duncan’s old place, next to the river. He bent down to wash his face, and saw his reflection. A scream woke Rythian and Zoeya and they immediately saw each other. They both looked at each other in shock. Then it turned quizzical. “Are you thinking...” Zoeya started. “That Lalna’s machine worked?” Rythian finished. Sjin and Sips woke up, ready to start up the dirt factory. They looked at each other and screamed. After a few minutes, they caught their breath and sta

Based on Rinmaru’s Ascension Aida and Diego have a heart-to-heart. Pairings: Sky & Diego (major), Aida & Zander (minor) Note: Modern AU setting. Largely interaction between Aida and Diego so not much romance, sorry. Pancakes Diego was reaching for the sugar when the knife was flung. His wrist shot up, fingers curling around the handle, stopping it a mere centimetre from piercing the cupboard door. “And what did the poor furniture ever do to you?” He asked dryly, lowering the knife. “I wasn’t aiming for the furniture,” a sour voice sounded from behind. He turned, raising one eyebrow and opening a nea

    “...C-Crykov?” The girl's voice is shaky and her golden eyes are wide. The light of the torch a few feet away flickers on the side of her face as she stares at the cave in her friend had just pushed her out of the way of. She had done it before. Put herself in danger just so the other would save her. But this time was different.       “Cry-Crykov?” Her voice cracks as the tears begin to fall. She doesn't try to stop them, nor does she wipe them away. She just lets them fall. She takes a hesitant step forward and holds out a hand to touch the gravel and rock that are now in the place her friend was not five minute

How did Melody Pond get from 1960's New York to 1990's Leadworth as a child? "Rory, Amy, I know where to find your daughter, and on my life she will be safe." He could hear Amy and Rory protesting as he took down the forcefield and entered the Tardis. He stepped outside again, and looked back, at River, standing there, by his cradle. His hearts swelled so much he couldn't contain his giddiness. He pointed at her, he couldn't believe it. He wanted to dance. He slammed the door. He did dance, all the way up to the console. River, his River, was a Pond! A beautiful, glorious Pond! And now with the information he'd gotten from the Church's d

Sea-glass became your bones, brine your blood, and seashells melded into your skin. You were not quite an ocean when you said "This is your sign to love me." My body was like a building; tall, cold, almost unbreakable. I was metallic and sharp, towering over your waters. I remember taking your hand in mine, conch and coral shells scrubbing my skyscraper wrists, and laughing about how one day you would submerge every last bit of me. Your lips, riddled with argonauts, found my cheek and I cringed at the coarseness. You asked if they bothered me and I finally told you "I think I love you."