Prompt: Remembered

Tittle: I've Always Remembered

Suggested by: Guest

Matthew didn't know it, but wasn't always forgotten. There was one person that remembered him. Ivan remembered him. He always had. There was just one problem, he really didn't want to tell him that. He didn't want to tell him that he was the one giving him the flowers and the presents. He didn't want him to know that he thought about him constantly because then Matthew would leave, or tell him to leave, and he wouldn't be able to stand that.

He learned pretty early on that if the object of him affections learned that it was him giving them the gifts they liked so much, then they would break off. Every time. So this time he was just going to admire from afar. That was, until he was a little late in delivering a bouquet of flowers. Usually he popped by around noon when he was out to lunch to put them on his porch, but this time he couldn't get there until about six, when he found Matthew lying on his porch steps crying.

Without thinking about it he ran up and scooped the crying boy into his arms. He felt his heart clench at the sight of tears on the face he loved for so long. Matthew's watery eyes widened at the sight of Russia.

"What happened, Matvey? Are you okay? Tell me who did this and I will kill them, da?" Ivan said quickly wiping his tears.

Matthew then began to both answer his question and understand what exactly was happening.

After a few moments he managed to stutter out, "F-f-fo-for-forgot..." but was the promptly squashed into Ivan's vast chest.

"Oh my poor, poor Matvey. You are not always forgotten."

"...Uh?" He said confusion welling up in his large violet eyes.

"I remember you, always. The others are just stupid, da? They do not see anything. But I...I have always remembered."

"Ivan. " He said sternly, pushing himself out of his protective hold. He scooted back a bit to look into his eyes fixated on him in concern... and maybe... love… deep in there too.

"Ivan... I forgot to pick up my newspaper this morning. I was going too fast and I tripped over it and slammed into the porch. My knee hurts, it took me by surprise and I started crying." Ivan stiffened noticeably and a blush spread over both of their faces.

"Ah…" Ivan said after a long awkward minute.

Matthew gasped, finally noticing the flowers in his hand. "So you have been the one sending me all the notes and stuff." Ivan's blush spread to his ears and neck.This is it, he thought. He's going to send me away.

"Do you...want to come inside...for some coffee?" Matthew smiled gently and Ivan could only nod. Matthew stood up and practically dragged him into the house.

"So," he said with a hint of laughter in his voice, "You've always remembered me?" The door swung shut behind them.

Prompt: Heart

Title: Stolen Hearts

Suggested by: The Sky Aquarium

Notes: WARNING Some Gore

The rain pounded harshly against the house as Ivan dragged the dead weight of the other body through the threshold. He huffed as he dragged the unconscious man deeper into the house.

"Ivan?" A voice as soft as a breeze came from the hallway. Ivan looked up to meet bight purple eyes in the shadows of the house. Golden hair and pale skin came into view as he moved closer, still carrying his heavy load. The figure drew back slightly, blurring into the darkness. "You should stop this you know."

Ivan huffed irritably and walked trough the empty hallway. Soon he made it to a locked door that would lead to his basement. He dropped the man he was carrying and fumbled for the key, shakingly putting it in the lock. He grinned excitedly as the door opened.

He turned around and picked up the man and made his way down the stairs and into the darkroom only light by torches.

Ivan dropped the man on a stone bed near the middle of the room and drew strange symbols around him while chanting something in an ancient dark language.

"It's not going to work." The blond boy from before said, perched atop a similar stone bed a few feet away,

"It will work, Matvey. It has to." Ivan growled, throwing some herbs into the torches and making them glow black. Matthew sighed quietly.

Ivan turned his attention back to the man and picked of an iron knife.

"Don't do this, Ivan. Please." Matthew called from his spot on the stone bed before lying down.

Ivan didn't even turn around. With a sure hand that had done this many times before he plunged the knife into the man's stomach and slit it. Ivan chanted dark words over and over in an ancient language as he shove his hand in and enclosed it around the stranger's heart. He then pulled out the still beating organ and quickly moved to the other side of the room to the other bed.

There lay the cold body of Matthew Williams, a hole where he heart should have been. Ivan placed the beating heart in the hole and watched as the skin closed around it. He tried to contain his joy as Matthew's lungs restarted and his fingers twitched. It happened every time; it meant nothing. Suddenly Matthew's eyes fluttered open and he couldn't contain his grin. Ivan hovered over him as blinked and tried to focus on him.

"I-Ivan..." He said, and for the first time in a long time it sounded solid and real. Bloody fingers brushed over his cheeks as a smiled slightly before he moaned in pain and closed his eyes. The breathing stopped and the hole opened again.

"No." He said in disbelief staring at the face of the one he loved. He broke down in tears. "No. Not again." He fell to the floor before the stone bed.

"Ivan." A worried voice called into the darkness. Ivan looked up to see Matthew sitting in the bed, or at least what was left of him. "You and I both knew it wouldn't work." He brought a pale hand up to brush away the tears, but it went right through his skin. He sighed. "There is only one who could make my heart beat again, only one that ever could. There is only one that ever made me warm."

Ivan clutched his chest, eyes widening in understanding. He scrambled up, ready and willing. "Don't." Matthew said quietly trying to rest his head on the taller's chest. "Just don't."

Ivan cried and tried to hold his insubstantial form closer.

Prompt: Harmony

Title: Perfect Harmony

Suggested by: yoailover4lyfe

Everyone had an aura. It was a fact of life. Or, at least it was for Natalya. While most people were aware that there was a color that followed them everywhere, it was unimportant to them. They couldn't see it and it didn't really affect them too much. She was one of the few "fortunate" enough to be able to see them. She had always liked her brother's, for instance. It was calming, yet energizing at the same time. It was silver, like moon beams. She had convinced herself that that was what she wanted to surround herself with it for the rest of her life. She wanted to stay by his side and let his aura mingle with hers every day. Ivan, on the other hand, had different plans and he could be quite stubborn.

When Ivan first started dating the prissy Canadian boy, she was upset. How could her dear brother let the other take up so much of his time? It made no sense. He seemed weak, though apparently she was mistaken about that. He was a push over and his aura was so... light. It almost wasn't even there. A slight honey tinted glow that clung to him wherever he went.

Natalya had no idea how those two would even be together. Most people's auras were horrible together. Colors clashed and the aura's either swirled around each other like an angry vat of water and oil or mixed together in ugly dark colours. Either way, they were chaotic and gave her headaches to look at.

But when those two were together, it was completely different.

Natalya pursed her lips unhappily as she watched her brother let that heathen drape himself across him.

When those two were together, instead stead of chaos, there was a peace. Their aura's melding together harmoniously in a pool of comfort. Serenity seemed to radiate from those two. Their auras joined together, the pale yellow melding with the moonlight beams perfectly.

Ivan smiled happily, obviously feeling the harmony those two were surrounded with, even if he couldn't see the symphony of colour. And as she saw her brother's smile she thought maybe...just maybe... they were perfect together.

Hey~!

This is TreesAndCheese and this is my prompt story. Feel free to leave me a one word prompt and I will write a 300 - 800 word story based on it.

I prefer the prompt to be tucked into a nice review like

' this story is great and makes me happy

prompt: tentacles'

instead of just

"do /purple/"

I will take any prompt but the stories will be at most rated T.

Thanks to the guest that caught my mistake.