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Nordics x Reader Our Happy Little Fami- WAIT WHAT?Nordics x Child!Reader Our Happy Little Fami- WAIT WHAT?
Note*= This is a Prologue.

        You were walking with excitement in every step, you were skipping a little with how much excitement was filling through your small 5 year old body. Your older brother, Emil was taking you to the park for a special surprise that he had promised would  be there. Through, you wouldn't say that you were 5 anymore, today was your birthday and Emil declared he was taking you to the park, considering he was the youngest male out of the 5 Nordics.

        Just the park was in sight you ran over there, but slow enough to were Emil could keep an eye on you,
PorcelainDiane’s hand crashed hard into the porcelain as her knees hit the ground in front of her perfectly white toilet. She had over done it, she realised. She retched again and vomited into the bowl trying not to let the acrid smell fill her lungs because that smell often made her vomit again. She had been feeling rough for a couple of days but had decided to distract herself by cleaning, the kitchen was done but when it came to bleaching the bathroom the enclosed space made the cloying scent had seemed magnified somehow and it had stuck to the back of her throat until she had coughed it out. She was sick.
She was sick and she hated to be sick. She pulled the plastic toilet seat down and rested her arm on it so she could lay her cheek against her wrist. She felt the tears streaking over her hand and it tickled unpleasantly, but she was exhausted from the exertion of being so drastically unwell, so she did not move.
Eventually she knew she would have to get up. Warren would be home soon
Blame It On September. [Male!Ukraine x Reader]I can still see you standing there
Summer tangled in your hair
First week of July
First day of my life

It’s been a day since I’ve landed here in Kiev. Today is July 1 and I’m sure I need to do something because my parents kicked me out of the house today. They wanted me to tour the countryside that was a few minute trip from my place.

All I have is my iPod, a cellphone, my camera and some money in my backpack. I leaned by the window and took a light nap.

My voice shook when I said hello
And from that word, we couldn't take it slow
I still can't believe
The way you looked at me

I opened my eyes and I was near to my destin
Hetalia X Reader Todays MenuHetalia X Reader Today’s Menu

You wheel yourself calmly down the street. As you are moving your mind starts to think about your situation. Your name is (name). You live alone in your parents’ old house. Sometimes you find it hard to believe you were living an ordinary life. But then something happened and later your doctor told you, you had a genetic disease. It would slowly destroy your body. At this point you were alone. Your parents both passed away all your friends were busy with their lives. All you had was large inheritance your parent left you. It was more than enough for you to live happily but you didn’t want that.
ImmortalWarnings: None
Rating: All Ages

OMG, I LOVE YOUR VOICE U SOUND SO HOT! ;)

Why don’t you just fess up and show us what you look like?

Can I make love to your voice?
ImmortalTitle: Immortal
Rating: I don't know..
 But I know there's not really any violence...
And I don't think there's swearing in it..
There's no smut in it either.. so..
Words:  936
 
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Have you ever thought about immortality? 
Well then I can't blame you.  People been thinking about it, how that they could never grow old, never worry about death. 
But that's the bright part about it.  But when there's an up.. There's a down. 
 
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
---Years ago---
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
 
Turning a page with only a few fingers, the 10 year old masked boy known as Cry was under a tree, scanning each and every word. 
"What are you reading about?" 
Cry looked up to see his friend, Pewdie.
"Immortality."  Cry simply replied. 
"Cool."  Pewdie said.  "But I got something to show you!"
Pewdie grabbed Cry's hand as he dragged Cry away from the tree.
Reader x Sollux: Hanging in: part one-- defenselessHackie [ dH ] began pestering  twinArmageddons [ tA ] at 07 : 56 P.M --
dH: guESS WHO GOT AN A ON THEIR REPORT~!
tA: you?
dH: biNGO!
tA: 2houldnt you be, ii dunno, not wiith that 2creen name anymore?
dH: yeAH...
tA: and drop the quiirk?
dH: i lIKE IT
tA: youre a very uniique human, ___.
dH: i'vE BEEN TOLD. *DH chuckles at Sollux, grinning sheepishly*
tA: you talk two nepeta  lot, dont you?
dH: ...yeAH.
tA: ii'm not complaiiniing, ju2t a 2iimple 2ugge2tiion that you 2hould hang out wiith other people.
dH: arE YOU SUGGESTING SOMETHING?
You popped homemade deep-fried chocolate coated sugar doughnut holes into your mouth, watching the screen as the little flashy text thing blinked. Your mouth quivered and you yawned, glancing over to your electronic clock. Make that NEW HOLOGRAPHIC clock, thanks to Aradia. Best moirail? Certainly!
8:12 P.M, March 12th, 2013. School out for spring break, go back on next Tuesday, one week from now. Sl
England X ReaderYou wander down the hall of the conference hall. You mind is a jumble, the main thing on you mind is that England is here. You’ve had a crush on him for a while. You look up and see America standing in the hall. Maybe he can help you sort out your feelings.

“America” you shout waving

America looks at you and waves back. As you make your way toward him it occurs to you that America also has feelings for England. When you stand in front of America you mind is blank.

“Is there something you wanted to talk to me about” asks America

“Ah oh it’s nothing” you stutter as you start to walk away

&ldq
Eric's Mom Eric was walking with Bird Bones down the sidewalk and around the street corner to his house. At lunch time, Bird Bones invited herself over, as usual, because she didn't want her parents knowing that she had spilled spaghetti on her shirt during lunch time. She told Eric she would just blame it on him if her parents asked her about it later. To this, he rolled his eyes, but deep down enjoyed the idea of future company that day.

Always lonely. So lonely. He was always home alone in his dark, two-story house. Left to do housework and survive on microwave meals and yogurt. His parents owned a business and were constantly gone to meetings in d
Rebecca's Ransom“mmmppphhh…” Rebecca groaned into her gag. The 19-year old girl sat on a hard wooden chair…somewhere. In all honesty, she had no idea where she was. A thick scarf was tied across her eyes, keeping her in the darkness. She’s had it on when she was brought here, and she’d had it on in the two days since then. Another scarf was pulled between her teeth, muffling her whimpers. It was only removed when they fed her, twice a day, one of her captors feeding the helpless girl.  
Rebecca’s arms were lashed to the arms of the chair with rope. Her feet were similarly tied to the chair legs. Each coil of rope,
Half!Dragon!King!ChinaxReader - The piece of JadeOnce upon a time, there was a little girl named <y/n>. <y/n> lived a happy life with her mother and father in a little hut next to a tree where peach blossoms would bloom every spring. She would smile and laugh and have fun, and everything was well. 
But one day, <y/n>'s Mother got very sick. 
One day, <y/n>'s mother called <y/n> into her room, where she lay in her bed, looking very pale. 
"<y/n>, I have a special gift for you." Her mother reached under her pillow and pulled out a beautiful piece of green jade, a very important thing to nobles and wealthy people. 
"Promise me, you will keep this, and never, never let it go, no matter how hard things may seem to get." 
<y/n> Nodded and took the piece of jade, and fashioned it into a bracelet. 
"And remember, that I love you. And I always will." 
And then <y/n>'s mother died. 
Soon after that, <y/n>'s father remarried, a woman
No Conductor of LightJohn had finished packing and had set his bag by the door before turning to Sherlock. The detective was sulking in his black armchair, a hair away from yelling at the telly. John walked over, blocking Sherlock’s view. Cupping the other man’s jaw tenderly, John tilted his head up until their eyes met then smiled.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” John asked yet again. “It’s only a small conference. I’m sure you would find it interesting to talk with some of my colleagues.”

“Boring,” Sherlock replied, waving a hand at John. “Besides, I have work here to do. W
With Friends Like TheseWhat is it about my choice of men?  Is it something about me, the way I dress, the way I act?  I mean, I’m not like Katy, who wears skirts so short they could pass for belts instead, or Denise who thinks that hot pants over tight leggings is a good idea - and with her thighs as well!

Yes, I like to wear boots - this pair in particular is one of my favourites, with the cuffs turned down to give it that special look, and yes I like to wear tight tops, but I don’t flaunt it - I think I make it look good.

And its Valentine’s Day for goodness sake, so red was the obvious colour for my outfit.  A little cleavage, but now too muc
It's Elementary!It all started on one September afternoon.

John and Sherlock had been living together for quite some time now, and the detective had gotten used to the various females that appeared around their flat now and then – John's girlfriends, ex-girlfriends, patients, relatives of patients, and basically every other girl within a half mile. However, he could sense that this time, it was something different. She didn't seem as if she was John's love interest; they seemed to be on more of a casual basis, so it could be easily assumed that they were colleagues.

“Sherlock, this is Joan...” John said, leading her into the living room t
Preview: Morning with MariaMaria woke up early this morning, after finding out her little pleasure yesterday; she wanted to have some fun with it. Making a large breakfast, consisting on mainly dairy products and eggs; she had a huge glass of milk, many eggs done in a variety of ways from Sunnyside up to having an omelet. She would stuff various kinds of gassy foods along the mixture as well, broccoli and eggplant being two of the main vegetables she could think off. After an hour of slaving away, her feast built for a kingdom was done.
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Damn. It was so dark. The sky was pitch-black and barely, just barely tiny specs of faint white dots shimmered down to the Earth. Rushing through the forest at this hour was going to be tougher than she thought. "Dammit, I'm going to get another lecture for being late!" She cursed to herself as she panted down the long dirt path, which was now being muddied by the rain pouring from the gloomy rain-clouds.

Her martial arts teacher had kept her until all the boards were broken, so her hands and feet were bruised and bloodied; scarred as well, she hissed at the stinging sensation that kissed her skin and chilled down over her body. She hated staying so late; Father Alexander was going to lecture her so badly this time. The other churchmen were going to get a good laugh at this.

Pushing the two grand ivory woven gates open to enter the church's garden (she always used the back entrance, but even the back entrance was so lovely and well-kept churchgoers really should have used it more often); she winced at the loud creaking noise the doors made. They were loud.

"Hello? I'm home!" Her voice echoed throughout the church. She slowly stepped inside and her feet squeaked against the floorboards and echoed throughout the large corridor. It was decorated with various ornaments; this was a hallway that daily or nightly churchgoers did not see. Though she had permission, she was family to this church and its people; she called it home. She had been for as long as she could remember.

The weary silence and the unusual darkness were unsettling. She shivered as a chill went down her spine, and as she noticed the lite was on in her father's study, she slowly peered around the corner of the arch… and there was a harrowing scream and it harmonized with a roar of thunder.

There was so much blood; so much. "SHIT!" She skins quickly to the ground, punching the bloody-stained carpets and digging her own dirtied nails into the fabric. Who could have done this?! She bit her lip and tried to hold back the vile that was rising up, the smells of the dead corpses was worsening. She continued to dig. She continued to cry. She continued to scream. Help me. Please god. Someone help me. I don't want to die.

"Do you like it Abel?" Called a familiar voice, it was soothing and deep, it was monotonous. It was frightening.

Red eyes widened and she slowly turned, her heart began to slow down. Her heart skipped a beat; she could feel her body get cold. "You did this?" She stood up unevenly and then caught herself against a pole and then she looked at the voice's face, stained in blood. Abel doubled over and began dry-heaving. She couldn't get sick for some reason, and she cursed at herself for it, because she really, really wanted to.

She was brought back to when they were children. A churchman was teaching them about the butterfly garden, it was a beautiful place and they had just gotten butterflies for the first time in two years. He said something like this: butterflies symbolize gracefulness and harmony, they don't hurt anything but they look so beautiful at the same time. They are the perfect example of what mankind should be; love and peace.

Those were the good times. At that moment Abel was just a child, she was awestruck and amazed at what such a weak and pathetic-looking creature was capable of being. Something so beautiful and graceful, is it really worth it? It wasn't until her train of thought was cut off by her twin sister Noelle, who was having a hard time understanding the situation. Hell, it seemed she was having a hard time comprehending everything. Questions always seemed to go unanswered for her.

"But if you don't kill the butterflies the spiders will die! Sometimes even the littlest sacrifices have to be made in order to survive, isn't that right?! They taught you that in science today, so which one is it?!"

"Well yes- we do- but I don't see what-"

"I don't understand!"

There was a scream. She understood now. She understood. Dammit. She didn't want to understand! Closing her eyes and bracing herself for the worst, Abel let her sister come towards her. Closer and closer, closer and closer until eventually she felt her being kicked. Noelle kicked her to the ground and Abel clashed against the wall and yelped. She rubbed her head and began to cry. "Please no more, please no more…"

"You're weak. It's pathetic and a shame that human beings are so ignorant. You know, those men and father deserved to die! They were always talking about sacrifices, so what's the problem?" Noelle readied her blade and began to walk closer toward Abel. "I am actually rather thankful for Alexander's stupid tendency to trust everyone throughout the years; it gave me the upper hand to plot this ordeal! Now prepare to DIE!"

"SHUT UP! BRING HIM BACK, BRING HIM BACK RIGHT NOW!"

"What the hell?"

Suddenly Abel shot up from her fetal-like position and her eyes glowed red. It was like looking into the eyes of hell. Abel then ran toward Noelle and grabbed her by the collar, choking her slightly and twisting her hands. She was out of control- going berserk- and it was… inhuman.

"I'll be dammed. I actually did it." Noelle was thrown to the ground and she yelped; her eyes widened in pure horror as she had never seen her sister… so hellish before. She was horrific. "But I'm not going to die today, if that's what you're planning." Truth was she was scared as hell but Noelle forced a laugh. It was rough and choked but she managed a laugh. "At last I did it! At last I made you see reality!"

"Bitch…" Abel's eyes began to return to normal and she stumbled backwards and fell to the floor with a loud thud.

Now was her chance. Now Noelle could kill her and be done with it! Though what- what is this feeling she's getting? "You're the bitch. How come I can't…?" She put a bloodied hand over her mouth, Noelle gasped, and she wasn't going to say it. She wasn't going to say it.

Noelle gulped. Then she remembered something, father's study, there was a sword hanging above the desk brought back from a churchman who visited China several years ago. "I could use that." So she did. Noelle stumbled throughout the narrow hallways (or at least it seemed narrower now that she was so exhausted from her manslaughter).

She carefully lifted the blade from its pedestal and with ease, walked back to the room where her sister laid unconscious. "At least when I do this, I know I'll be at peace with myself. I know it won't be my fault!" She bent down and positioned the blade… and there was a scream.

But it wasn't from Abel this time.
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