An X-Men Evolution Fanfic “No, not again,” Roberto groaned as Bobby turned up the volume. “Hey,” Bobby said, raising his hands innocently, “You got to pick the music on the way to school, I get to pick it now.” Roberto grumbled something in Portuguese that probably wasn’t polite. Sam stared out the window, trying to tune them out. Their first day back to school had been exhausting, and he was ready to get back to the mansion and go to bed.

An Agent Carter Fanfic Edith woke to voices–male voices–coming from downstairs. Then she heard Peggy’s laugh among them and relaxed. When she dressed and came downstairs, she found Peggy standing beside the kitchen table, where Jack and another man sat. Pastel files littered the table around them. “Am I interrupting something?” she asked. Peggy spun around. “Oh, Edith! I hope we didn’t wake you.” She turned back to the table and gathered some of the files.

An Akagami no Shirayuki-hime (Snow White with the Red Hair) It’s strange how miraculous power seems to those who don’t have it. A hand stretched toward a girl without a country or a boy without a name, and suddenly anything seems possible. Like shopgirls can marry princes, and carpets can fly, and everyone will live happily ever after. Then you get closer, and there are . . . limits. A bird has to prove its worth and so does a girl.

An Akagami no Shirayuki-hime (Snow White with the Red Hair) Fanfic The sun beats down on his shoulders, even filtered through the leaves, and he licks his dry lips. He’s not far from the pub, and he can already taste the lemonade he knows waits in the icebox. He tugs on the hem of his shirt, but sweat makes it cling to his chest and he makes a face. There are always clean clothes, waiting in the trunk in the attic for him, and he definitely needs them today.

An Akagami no Shirayuki-hime (Snow White with the Red Hair) fanfic Shirayuki knows how to dance. She’s been doing it for years at weddings and festivals. She understands that, to some degree, dancing at a ball is different, but she’s learned so many dances over the years. How different could it be? Very, apparently. “Please, Obi?” She would grab his arm to make sure he couldn’t slip away if she wasn’t sure she would trip on the hem of her skirt as soon as she dropped it.

An Akagami no Shirayuki-hime (Snow White with the Red Hair) Fanfic Technically, Obi has his own room in the palace. He’s sure the servants are well aware that he never uses it and that they’ve shared that information with the prince. He’s just as sure that the prince has no idea where he actually spends his nights. “Obi.” Shirayuki pokes his chest. He bats her hand away. “Obi!” Another poke.

An Akagami no Shirayuki-hime (Snow White with the Red Hair) Fanfic As far as towers go, this one is very nice. More decorative than functional, its stones gleam in the sunlight. The window provides a lovely view of the late, which felt much warmer when she was in it than it does now. Shirayuki pulls Obi’s jacket tighter around her as she shivers. It would probably be warmer to sit outside in the sun, but Obi had suggested she wait inside for Zen and the others to arrive, and she didn’t want to spend any more time with Lord Brekker than she has to.

An Akagami no Shirayuki-hime (Snow White with the Red Hair) Fanfic Information gathering. That’s what Mukaze told Obi.He’s good at that—lurking in the shadows and teasing secrets from loose lips.And Shirayuki . . . well, she’s good at making people trust her. But that plan had required invisibility, something which they no longer have, according to the men the prince caught in the garden. He cleans under his fingernails with the tip of his knife as he listens to Mitsuhide and the prince discuss how best to protect Shirayuki, should the spies following her decide to take more direct action, and tries to pretend he isn’t silently fuming.

An Akagami no Shirayuki-hime (Snow White with the Red Hair) Fanfic Obi wakes in an unfamiliar bed. An instant later, he realizes his head is pounding. This is . . . not good. He doesn’t usually sleep in a bed at all, and to wake up in one, injured, with no memory of how he got there is dangerous. He keeps his eyes closed for a minute, listening. Someone else is in the room with him, breathing steadily.

An X-Men Evolution Fanfic Scott was flipping through news channels, searching for any sign of his friends when the phone rang. Jean dropped the newspaper she was reading and looked up at him. “Should we answer it?” He asked. She glanced at it nervously. “I don’t know.” He wished Mrs. Masters was home, but she had left an hour ago to pick up some things she thought they would need, and with Alex and Mr.