Maci-Mae

It is snowing. You realize this as you slowly open your eyes, head still fuzzy with sleep as you clutch your pillow. You sit up in bed, a smile spreading across your face as you watch the flakes slowly drift in the wind outside. The first snow. You think, pulling yourself out from the warmth of your bed, and away from the warmth of Elliot's body. ...Well, the first natural snow. You add to your thoughts, thinking of all the snowfalls that Elliot had created, not only for you but for the entire kingdom. He is still asleep, and had had his arm around you when you woke up. It is odd how warm the Snow King's body can be, considering, well, the f

Disclaimer: Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic and all Magi: The Labyrinth of Magi characters belong to Shinobu Ohtaka. I only own my plot idea original countries and original characters. Disclaimer: Any photograph used in this fanfiction does not belong to me. All credit goes to the photograph's respective artists. I will always provide a link to where I have found the photograph at: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/568438784189827507/ This is a request for Mspyromaniac. I hope you enjoy it. 'Why won't she tell me already? Not knowing the guy (Name) likes is driving me to the brink of insanity.' He bit the bottom of his lip and he thought maybe beg

You had a best friend. His name is BEN. No, it isn't Ben, it is BEN. You had met him by the lake. The lake where he had drowned. BEN wasn't human. He was a ghost. A deadly one at the most. But somehow... you befriended him. You even didn't know how, you just did. Right now, at this very moment, you were at the same lake, staring into the crystal, cerulean abyss, waiting for your best friend to appear. You had waited a whole year for this, a whole damn year of school just to see him. To be able to see his messy blond locks again and his blood red eyes to stare into your own (eye color) ones. You had craved the moment when you could fi

It’s been two years since they died. Oluo, Erd, Gunther,…… Petra. Two agonizing years since their noble sacrifices. I’ve done what I’ve always done. I block the pain until I’m alone, and then I let myself feel them. All of them. Every last bit of anguish stored away into the recesses of my mind and heart come over me and break me. Over and over again, I’m broken. Over and over again, I go through this agonizing cycle. Petra. I think I miss her the most. It hurts. It hurts so much. She had been everything to me. I’m not afraid to admit I’d fallen in love with her. She’d been s