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Cat!EnglandxReader-DrabbleThe one who sat alone.
She saw one cat in the corner, watching the others. (Name)  took a few steps closer. Suddenly the cat started jabbing at the air.  Afraid it was aiming for her, (Name) took a step away from it. Yet the cats ears perked up mand blinked. It seemed it just noticed her. Even though at first it it looke at her, it turned it back to her. She found this so cute and went to pick him up. At first he objected with a loud meow, but when (Name) started petting him, he broke out into a few small purrs.
"I'm surprised you got him to do that." The employee said as she watched (Name) pet the young cat. (Name) just shrugged and looked down. The cat was a small scottish fold. It was white and had orange splotches, creating a poping background for his bright green eyes.
"I guess he likes me." (Name) replied as she scratched the cat behind the ears.
"Well, you should take him. Hardly anyone here can make him purr like that." The employee chuckled. The cat seemed to sh
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,
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. 
 
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---Years ago---
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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.
Time (LokiXReader)Everything around me is moving too fast. I can’t catch up. My mental legs can’t run that fast. Everywhere I look, fingers are pointing at me, ridiculing me, even though I haven’t done anything wrong. Just let me sit here with my music to catch my breath. I can only run so fast.

A pat on my head made me open my once tightly shut eyes. My eyes laid upon a majestic god of green and black in front of me. His body stood up tall and proud, but his emerald eyes said other wise like he was reading deep into my soul. I saw his thin lips move, but I can’t hear what he’s saying. Slowly, his large hands moved to either side
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
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
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
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,
- storm -There was a storm, the first night he spoke to me.
Not that he was silent before, but so quiet he might as well have been. He struggled to wrap his tongue around a strange language, careful with the new words I taught him, as though saying them wrong would break them. For a long time he spoke a primal tone, whistles and chirps and calls of the forest animals, middle ground between our mouths- even once he found his voice in English, he still slipped into that bestial tongue when words were not enough. It lingered in his chest when he held me close, as a faint purr, or a quiet hiss when he hungered and I stepped too close. They were sounds straight from his heart, and that made them more potent than any words he would otherwise say, be they ‘stay away’, or ‘I love you’.
Still, he had a way with the little vocabulary he knew, creating complex stories from simple sayings. He told me, as I quaked under blankets and furs, that the storm was not to be f
TGB: Coud and Kyle - Until We Meet Again (Finale)
KOKIA - Mou Ichido... (もう一度..., One More Time...)

[Blue-Water / Coud / Breathing Caldera]  The water flickered under his paws as he made his way over the surface, gazing down at the fish darting to and fro far beneath. Training wasn't his aim this night; the lake was his shortcut, not his practicing board. A nightmare had drawn him from his nest, led him to sneak from the empty den and head west. The Breathing Caldera.
A plume of pitch black smoke, billowing to the sky and blotting it out until the stars disappeared and the air was suffocating.
Coud shook his head. He didn't want such a wretched image to taint the
True Friends‘Where is France, mis amigos?’ Looking around in surprise, the other nations only shrugged, neither knowing nor caring why the French nation was missing. Frowning, Spain exited the European meeting, now really missing much, as they had been ending anyway.

Slipping into his car, Spain drove to France’s house, his frown deepening when France did not greet him when he drove up. Using the spare key given to him, Spain entered the mansion, calling out for his friend repeatedly, but receiving no answer. Opening the door to France’s room, Spain peered inside, spying France on his bed, curled into a ball, shaking slightly.

M
A Catastrophic SecretMelody knew she had to tell her friend, she couldn't hide any longer. The doctor's words were true about what was going to happen in the next few weeks. She kept her secret from her friend for over a year now and it this point it was getting so hard to even talk to her.
She had to talk to her today by the lake, there favorite place to spend time together.
As Melody waited by the shore of the lake she couldn't help but imagine her best friend's face when she would tell her the heartbreaking news. Would she cry or would she run away? She was the only person she never told about her situation because she didn't want to break her heart and make h
Allies X Reader- Tribal EscapeAs the bright and warm rays of the sun entered the windows, the alarm clock beside the girl beeped its loudest. Making the girl jump out of her bed.”Well its another day... of nothingness.” she says to herself, while slowly getting out of her room and walking down the stairs. “Good  morning, dear.” her mother greets. “Mornin'” the gal greets back. After that she made herself a glass of juice with some buttered toast.

She grabbed the newspapers from the living room, like always. Reading through the pages, hoping for something better to read, rather than the world's crisis today. As she was skimming across t
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6 foot tall. Graying hair shows some white. Shaved back and sides a clue to the past; a military build. Wrinkles here and there, not bad for his age. Long black coat, utilitarian clothes. Nothing fancy. Working clothes. This is a working man.
In good condition, his steps do not falter. Grey eyes that have seen to much. Holding back; does not let you in. Pain; old pain but still there. A confident approach, calm, calculating, looking to get to the point. Straight forward. Stand up straight. Eyes focused on the job. Every move specific to the task at hand.
Ready to more. Like a snake ready to strike. Waiting to strike. Will strike when necessary. Eyes are piercing, looking constantly, trying to figure out what's going on.
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150 words about someone you saw in the street. i cheated and used a tv character.

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