teodoracontanto

    “I’ll be right there!”  you shouted from within the living room.  Pulling your jacket off the back of the couch you slipped it on.  Autumn had settled in quickly destroying any hope for a warm, breezy day in October.  Yanking the door open you smiled at the blond that stood with his hands shoved in his pockets looking irritated.  The wind that stirred the leaves in your front yard tussled his messy hair.         “What’s wrong?” you asked. Turning from him, you locked the front door of your apartment and shoved the keys into your pocket.  It certainly wasn’t the first time that your friend and co

You gently ran your fingers through Francis’ soft blond locks, a smile pulling at your lips when you heard the Frenchman’s content sighs that came with your soothing touch. At the moment you found yourself in Francis’ house, seated casually on the couch while Francis sat on the floor directly in front of you with his back turned. His head rested comfortably between your legs, a clear invitation that Francis wanted his hair to be played with – after all, it was something he enjoyed quite thoroughly, especially when it was you doing it. “Je t’aime, _____.” His words were a mere whisper, just barely br

CHAPTER ONE: The Book Is Fake The concept of pirates had always been a source of fascination for you. The life of lawlessness and terror and robbery had most certainly become romanticized over the years; example: The Pirates of the Caribbean movies. However much you despised the evils done regularly by real pirates, the sexy, romanticized pirates in stories more than made up for the horrors you experienced at the hands of reality. And that was one reason among many that you decided that working in the library was the perfect job for you. Where else could you get away with reading to your heart's content on break, or between those who came

     Saturdays were usually spent by young college kids sleeping in, guzzling sugary coffee drinks at the coffee chain around the corner, or trying to ward off the killer hangover last night’s party left them.  But you weren’t really like the rest of your classmates.  A sophomore at (college or uni of choice), you liked to spend your Saturdays volunteering at the homeless shelter in the nearby city.  It was something you’d been doing since high school and you just never really stopped.  At first, it had been to fulfill the school’s community service graduation requirement, but now, you supposed you just liked to help o

"What is the matter, tesoro?" Spain said quietly.  He was looking at you with those vibrant green eyes, which still make you feel meek.  You had to look away from them.  Even though it's been a few months since he's taken you to live with him, eye contact is nearly impossible to you.  When conversing you usually look at his clothes instead of his face.  They were always intricately designed with happy colors and lavish fabrics. This time, however, you decided to look down at your own clothing.  It was just as flashy and extravagant as Spain's; he would only ever get something for you is it was the best out there.  You were in a (favorite col