Guilty PleasuresSebastian x GrellGuilty Pleasures by SealandRocks
(Fair warning, this story sucks… I just wanted to write it. Ok, continue.)
I sighed, biting my lip slightly as I boiled water for my master’s tea. As of late, my mind had been rather preoccupied from my duties as a butler, something that I wasn’t exactly proud to admit. Of course, I still completed my chores (with flying colors, I might add), but my heart was not in the work. I just wasn’t in the mood to think about anything other than… him. Ugh, him. Just the fact that I thought of him made bile crawl its way up my throat, but I couldn’t help myself. Call it a guilty pleasure, if you will. That was what people called it nowadays, right? Back a century or so, it would simply be called forbidden, and that was what truly it felt like. Perhaps that what made it so enjoyable? Thoughts of him invaded my mind just when I wanted them the least, and made my day twice as hard as it already was. My schedule was too full with the help to be
Emerald Eyes (UsUk)Emerald Eyes (UsUk)Emerald Eyes (UsUk) by SealandRocks
Alfred Jones stumbled to his chair when he arrived at the Allies meeting, dead tired from having stayed up half the night. Arthur had been out drinking again, and of course called none other than the American to come pick him up in the middle of the night. Alfred could barely get the address of the bar out of the drunkard, he was so far gone. But, being the hero that he was, Alfred came to pick him up anyway, even though it was way past three in the morning. But it wasn’t finding the bar or Arthur that kept him up all night. That happened when they got back Arthur’s home, and Alfred had tucked the Brit snuggly into his bed.
As the younger was pulling the last covers up, Arthur had confessed that he had a deep crush on him. At least, that what it sounded like. It was just a mumbled “I love you Alfred…” in between words of fairies and unicorns. Still, the words sounded different than his ramblings, and, worse, they so
Message in a Bottle (RoChu) Ch. 2Message in a BottleMessage in a Bottle (RoChu) Ch. 2 by SealandRocks
Yao walked through the garden that he and Kiku had planted all those years ago. Flowers of every color popped with vibrancy in the late evening sun, swaying gently with the breeze. Yao’s shoes made soft clicking sounds as he walked over the tiles, his eyes wandering over his marvelous garden, every plant illuminated with the ever-approaching alpenglow. He walked through an archway of bamboo that commemorated the time when he found Kiku, gazing up at the smooth curve of the branches. A flicker of a smile crossed over the man’s face as he walked, the fragrance of the flowers perfuming the air.
Suddenly, Yao stopped his forward movements, and turned to look back at the sea. Gentle waves lapped at the beach, sending shards of diamonds flying through the sunlit air. The Chinese man started walking back towards the waves, his feet barely hovering over the ground. A figure started to form out of the water, seeming to have formed from the waves themselves.
Message in a Bottle Ch 1 (RoChu)Message in a BottleMessage in a Bottle Ch 1 (RoChu) by SealandRocks
No one will ever love you.
How can you even think that you can change?
The other’s words echoed in Yao’s ears as he walked down the beach. Yao Wang had just gotten back from a world conference, and a rather terrible one at that. Somehow Alfred had managed to lure one of Yao’s deepest secrets out of him; he wanted to be loved. Not just loved, but forgiven for every dark thing that had happened throughout his long history. He wanted to be held regardless of how he acted, and told that he would always be loved, no matter what. And how had Alfred reacted? He laughed in his face!
“Do you really think that someone will forgive you for all that you‘ve done? For all the wars and hate that you bring?” He had said, before continuing to tell the entire room about Yao’s feelings. Not a single one of them said that it was sweet, or that he deserved what he wanted. No one even considered it. Had Y
Not Quite Straight (USUK)There was nothing wrong with being straight and working at a gay bar. That's what Alfred F. Jones told himself as he walked into the job interview. He needed the job (or rather the money he'd make from it), and besides, he liked the bar atmosphere. And the fact that it was a gay bar well, he was sure he could handle it.Not Quite Straight (USUK) by Protokol-Rose
"They will hit on you." the bar owner, and Englishman in his late forties, warned. He was a bit skeptical about the whole situation, but the young man before him didn't seem daunted.
"That's fine, I won't mind." Alfred replied, shrugging easily.
"Are you sure, lad?" the owner asked. "How old are you, anyhow?"
"I'm nineteen, sir." Alfred gave him a small salute. "I'll be turning twenty in July. Don't worry about experience, I have that."
The owner raised an eyebrow. "Isn't the drinking age in America twenty-one?"
Alfred grinned. "I didn't drink. I jus served 'em. I don't drink at all. Heroes haveta be at the top of their game always, y'know?"
"I see. Why don't you come b