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Fan fiction by TeamPeeta649 posted il y a plus d’un an
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Warning: Strong sexual situations in graphic detail. For those who are not devoted yaoi amoureux and intense pervs, proceed with caution.

Note: In the précédant installment of Death the Kid X Crona I had already written the l’amour scene in a different context with a very different dialogue. I had forgotten about the précédant one and after I had successfully completed this part’s scene I realized my mistake. However, I myself prefer this l’amour scene a great deal more. toi are free to read it to your heart’s desire and interpret whichever version toi like as the real one. Enjoy!

The précédant night…
Death the Kid pinned Crona up against the mur as they were locked in the fiery passion of their kiss. He lifted Crona off the ground and push up his peignoir, robe to his stomach so he could emballage, wrap his legs around his own waist. Kid used the mur to keep Crona up as he Raiponce his fingers in the other boy’s light rose hair.
Crona moaned and leaned his head to the side as Kid kissed his neck. This was almost like a dream; it was too good to be true. Crona had never imagined that what he’d been desiring for longer than he could remember was...
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Fan fiction by TeamPeeta649 posted il y a plus d’un an
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Warning: Contains some mild yaoi. It's not hardcore, but it's descriptive.
Note: lire the lyrics to the song is not required, but I felt that the song went very well with this whole part of the story

Song
Beautiful Soul par Jesse McCartney

Maka grabbed the key to the handcuffs off of the floor and scooted over closer to Kid and Crona. “I think you’re on good enough terms to be let go…”
Crona blushed and looked away from everyone else. Ragunarok smacked his meister on the head repeatedly while yelling at him, “What’s wrong with you?! Laying there and taking that sort of thing?! I’m here too toi know! toi don’t just get to do whatever toi want!”
Maka got the cuffs unlocked and took them off. “There. You’re both free.”
Crona pushed himself up off the floor and quickly grabbed his things. He fumbled with his shoes as he pulled them on but he was soon out the door.

[i]~I don't want another pretty face
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Fan fiction by TeamPeeta649 posted il y a plus d’un an
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Crona walked out of the DWMA and headed towards Maka’s house. She had invited him over to stay the night, but she had told him to go ahead on his own to the house because she had something to speak to the professor about. He let himself inside and nearly tripped over a bag that was laying in the entryway.
“Whoops! Sorry Crona!”
Crona looked up at Black étoile, star who was standing over him. He gazed around the room and saw that all his Friends were there; everyone except for Maka.
When Kid noticed that Crona had arrived he began to feel nervous again. “I didn’t know he was coming.”
“Of course, he’s one of our friends, isn’t he?”
“We know toi guys are having issues, but-“
We’re not having an issue, Patty!!!” Kid cleared his throat. “W-Why would toi think that we’re having issues?”
Liz glanced at Patty then looked back at Kid. “Because of the way toi two have been jouer la comédie towards each other. You’ve both been keeping your distance from each other.”
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Fan fiction by TeamPeeta649 posted il y a plus d’un an
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Finally the continuation of Death the Kid X Crona...

Crona’s knees shook and his face was burning red as he stared at Kid. He clutched the blanket all the way up to his chin so Kid could see nothing plus of his bare body. Kid dropped the clothes he had brought for Crona in his state of shock. He stood there for no plus than a few secondes before quickly pulled back out of the room and slamming the door shut. He leaned back against the door and rubbed his face with his hand. What do I do?! What do I do?! Should I go back in there and apologize? No, no, no, I can’t do that! I can’t just plunge right back in there! I need to give him his space. I need space! Ahh, but his backside, such perfect symmetry! The back of his neck, his shoulder blades, his back, all the way down to his-! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop that! Kid shook his head to clear it then walked back to his room.
Crona waited until after he heard Kid’s door close before he moved; he walked over to the door and picked up the clothes that Kid had dropped in the room. He moved slowly back over to the lit and dropped the sheet, pulling on the change of clothes. He climbed into lit and curled up in a...
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Fan fiction by TeamPeeta649 posted il y a plus d’un an
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Crona stood away from everyone else at the party at Death the Kid’s house, watching them as they socialized.
Death the Kid walked over to Crona and stood beside him, following his gaze that was directed at Black Star, Tsubaki, and Patty. He let out a short sigh. “Sorry Crona. A noisy group like this must make toi uncomfortable.”
Crona looked at Kid then down at the floor. “I’m not completely used to it yet, but I’m not feeling uncomfortable either.”
Kid put his hand on Crona’s shoulder lightly and closed his eyes. “No one’s going anywhere for a bit. So toi can take your time; rejoindre the group at your own pace.”
Crona looked at him and turned towards him slightly. “Hmm?”
Kid opened his eyes and looked at him with a gentle smile. “There’s no need to rush this sort of thing.”
Black étoile, star came up from behind them and threw his arms around their shoulders. He looked at Crona and got in his face. “What are toi hanging out over here for?!” He took his arm off of Kid. “It’s a party; let’s have some fun!”
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Opinion by fanofzeldafan posted il y a plus d’un an
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crona ....

he is a just a kid and no-one cared for him as a little child, when he did something right he was useless and when he did something wrong he was punished, when he wrote a poem it was sad he even went into a room and sat in the corner crying. his weapon is his blood ( Medusa melted a demon inside his blood ) his poem goes:...


I cannot speak as long as I am wrong
I cannot be Rebelle as long as I am alive
How can I end a life?
How am I supposed to deal with this?!?!?!!?

The blackness of my blood reflects,
The darkness that I will always be,
I am a dissapointment and nothing more,
I am pain and regret and nothing else.

Each time I fail I am imprisoned in my own pity,
Each moment of regret pushing me away from myself,
When I do whats right I am punished,
When I do whats wrong I am worthless.

Even when others are near I only feel loneliness,
Even when I am strong I feel weak,
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