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Not every love story has a happy endingHe didn't want to. He really didn't. But when given the choice between the death of his entire clan, or the death of a single human The choice was clear.
They had spent most of the day together; Gil had showed the other the beauty of things most humans didn't notice about the sea; he had even gone so far as to have offered him a tour under the sea of the most beautiful unknown places he knew of.
But the day was now coming to an end; the day's time he was given to kill his best and only friend.
They were lying on a stone by the water, relaxing as the sun set. Gil asked to excuse himself for a moment, and when he was out of sight of the other, he laced his lips with a plant's juices that was fatal to humans, before coming right back.
"Can I tell you a secret?" The siren leaned down so their noses were barely touching.
He blushed, "S-sure! You can tell me anything, Gil!" The other chirped sweetly, innocently, which forced a stabbing pain of guilt into the sea-dwe
A Beautiful NightIt was a beautiful night, and a young woman who went by the name of Miran decided she would take advantage of that. Strolling through the park, she got lost in thought, soon not paying attention to where she was going. Of course, this caused her to trip, falling towards the ground. She closed her eyes, waiting for impact, though it never came. Slowly opening her eyes, she found herself face-to-face with a man, about her age, who she could have sworn she knew.
"Are you alright, Miss?" He asked, seeming as off as Miran.
The brunette nodded, gaining her balance once again, "Y-yes, thanks to you "
"Good," the man smiled at her, "I wouldn't want you hurt, a pretty girl like you. My name is Yao, may I ask for yours?"
"I'm Miran," she smiled back shyly, a blush covering her face, "Thank you for catching me, Yao."
"Beautiful name, fitting for a beautiful lady," He charmed, "And don't think anything of it, I couldn't just let you fall on your face."
Again, Miran blushed, trying her best no
Wooden Dolls PrologueSomewhere deep in the depths of a place many never wish to see, a black-winged figure is hard at work on her newest creation. This will make her the most loved of any of her king's minions, a gift unlike any other. Carefully crafting each to the exact detail, she ties each hair by hand. They have to be perfect. Setting them aside to let the paint dry, the demon takes small pieces of bright red string from a container, each labeled in its own bag. She carefully imbeds the thread into each of her creations, before carefully crafting each a box to rest in. Finally she was finished, admiring her work.
Eight small wooden dolls lay on her crafting table, each looking exactly as the person they were meant to be. She carefully lays each into their boxes, and spreads her wings, carrying them off to visit the boss.
"What are they?" He questioned, staring at the small figures incased in their glass-lidded prisons.
"The perfect way to reap any mortal's soul before their time." She smirked, "If the
Ryou's Problem (Your Problem parody)Sorry I treated you like an angel,
What else did you want me to do?
Sorry I treated you like you're perfect,
And smiled when I spoke to you
Sorry I couldn't be sexy,
Am I just not enough for you?
Is that what you do when I'm missing?
That must be such an inconvenience to you, well,
I'm just your problem,
I'm just your problem,
It's like I was, not even with you,
I'm just your problem
Well, I shouldn't have to check in on you,
I shouldn't have to be there to keep you,
I'm sorry that I exist,
I don't know what landed me on your blacklist,
But I shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you, so,
Why do I want to? Why do I want to
We'll always be watching you...Judging eyes watch her, as she walks down the path. She takes a deep breath, shaking slightly. She's the new girl, the fresh meat, the prey. Little does she know how true that really is.
She is lead into the building, shocked by the lack of lights. She knew this was a night school, but she was unaware there were no lights allowed on. She is welcomed by a teacher, and notes that she is being watched more like a new toy than a new student.
"Where is my room?"
"We'll get to that, follow me."
She is lead by the teacher a man in his mid twenties into a large, completely black room.
"Where are we?"
"You'll see soon enough."
She nods, and allows herself to be practically pushed into a chair. She hears movement, and jumps in shock when her wrists are grabbed, and strapped with rough leather to the chair.
The lights come on, and she screams.
"Hush child, it'll be over soon "
Grey, bloodshot eyes open to the darkness. Jumping to her feet, she stands before her new master.
Becoming the killer I once wasHe was the star,
Who kept me in the light,
He was the one,
Who made me not need to fight.
Now that he's gone,
I don't need to be kind,
Now that he's left,
I can leave this behind.
But I'll never forget,
The reason I now fight,
Is because my little angel,
Has now faded from life.
He was the star,
Who kept me in the light,
And now that he's gone,
I will enter the fight.
He Hid AwayLet me tell you,
Of a young teen,
Who's life to him,
Has no mean
He'd never say,
He hid away
He was shot down,
With bloody cries,
He hit the ground
Now pushed away,
By the evil things,
That people say
Let me tell you,
Of a young teen,
Who's life to him,
Had no mean
He'll never say,
He hid away,
He hid away
It can ruin a friendship,
And break a heart.
It can cause tears to fall,
And turn ever the brightest soul bitter.
It can make you do terrible things,
And cause you to hurt those you love.
What is this I'm speaking of?
This feeling that causes so much pain?
It's the bittersweet feeling,
Violet Eyes - ProloguePrologue; letter never to be sent
Dear Violet Eyes,
I was thinking of you again. I don't think there's a day that's gone by without you popping into my mind. It seems like forever since I bumped in to you, but really it's only been a few days haha, who knew time could move so slowly when you're in Never mind.
Anyways, I miss you a lot. Sometimes I wish you'd just talk to me, but I know that'll never happen, and I'm much too shy to go say hi so I guess these letters have to do.
I'll write to you again soon!
Dark!America x Mute!Reader - Together RQ
Alfred was never the same after that accident from a few years ago. I had to witness it as it happened. It almost put me in the hospital but im glad to be alive but I had to pay a small price for it. I lost my voice.
Losing my voice was the hardest for me for a few weeks. I had to learn sign language to communicate with people; if they knew it that is. I couldn’t talk again after I finally was ready to go into voice acting. it hurt to say or send a message to the people about how I couldn’t talk.
They laughed at me and never contacted me again. I had tears in my eyes knowing I could not achieve my dream.
Rolling in bed I look out the window seeing it was raining. Alfred must have done something to make the weather be like this.
Sighing I get up from bed rubbing my throat wondering what would happen if my voice came back. It’s been years but I can always wish. Right?
Stretching from being awoken by the rain pelting on the window you got off your bed
Canada x Reader - My Ghost
You were having a bad day. At the start of your day you woke up late for work, rushing to get the uniform on made you fall and cut your finger somehow. The weather went from sunny to pouring outside as you forgot your umbrella and had to run to work.
It seemed that destiny had made you life hell today. Giving a loud sigh you slump on the bus heading home.
The bus stopped at a stop in front of a waffle house. You wanted to go there once since your friend said his brother loved their pancakes there. Thinking about your friend you groaned realizing you had to meet him now at mcdonalds. Doing a facepalm you slumped some more in your seat noticing a presence next to you.
Looking to the empty spot you swore you felt someone sit next to you. Shrugging you look back out the window taking out your phone to text the obnoxious male you call a friend. The buttons make a clicking noise that somehow filled your thoughts.
The next moment your mind went back to reality feeling a poke on the shoulder.
Geek x Pervert?! France x WaitressReader
Your family had owned the café for years and once you got out of school you started your shift. You slung your messenger bag over your body and quickly sped out of the classroom, trying to get as far from the perverts as is humanly possibly, running around the bloody place you looked like Usain Bolt! In all honesty, you thought of yourself as a super hero, geek by day, waitress by night! And yes, you wore things like glasses just to keep your face hidden from the public eye. You hid yourself from mainly the male species, but kept yourself a whole 200 ft away from one male in particular.
Francis Bonnefoy. Or what you liked to call him, the annoying French pervert; AFP for short .
He was well known amongst your school, particularly the female crowd. With long, golden blonde hair and glorious blue eyes, and that 'to die' for sexy accent, who wouldn't fall for him?
Every other girl may of fallen for his so-called 'charms', but you were a different story. Countless of gi
Iceland x Reader I Want My Licorice BackEmil sighed as he flopped onto his mattress. Today he had to host another one of those stupid meetings. He spent the entire week being forced to make it look all nice and clean. But as soon as everyone walked in, all that work was pointless. Not only were there chairs and plants strewn everywhere, food was also thrown about. England complained to America about his eating habbits and tried to take the fat oaf's hamburger away. This lead to the fat oaf to use his strength to flip twat muffin across the room. Since he wasn't a big country, nobody listened to his pleas to stop the nonsense.
Emil bascially sat in the corner sulking as the room was destroyed thanks to family issues. Not like he didn't have any family issues. He had a load of them, but he kept such to himself and handled them not as babyish as the rest.
However, lets go back to the subject about food. Emil needed some comfort food. He rolled off his bed and stretched, his shirt slightly untucking itself from his pants. Taking
:Idiot: Abridged! Marik x Reader
"I'm not gay!" Marik screamed out in frustration.
"and I'm the Queen of England." Bakura said with sarcasm. "I'm being serious Bakura, I'm NOT gay!" Marik yelled. You sighed. They've been going at it for days.
Bakura would say something rude to Marik, Marik would get offended, then this would all lead to Marik being gay. Though Marik would detest all of it.
You shook your head. They were acting childish and it annoyed you to no end. Not to mention the three of you were supposed to plot out the Pharaoh's demise. You frowned. Why did you put up with this in the first place?
Oh, know you remember, it's because of....your crush.
No, not Bakura. It's Marik...Surprising, huh?
Yes, Marik is your crush. Ever since you've encountered him in an alley way, you just finished dueling one of his rare hunters and you won. He liked your skills and decided that you could be one of his alleys. Though, half of you regretted it.
He was immature and loud..
In The Rain Part 2 England x Reader
You and Arthur had talked to each other like there was no tomorrow; it was like you two had known each other for years and were merely knitting back your friendship. But in reality, you had only just met Arthur and he you. It had happened to be raining today and certain events had happened, before you knew it one thing led to another and you ended up here, on a tram to Covent Garden with a handsome, blonde gent named Arthur Kirkland.
The rain outside was still going on and was hitting the windows of tram with all of it's might, but your eyes were focused on the blonde male next to you. The heat of the tram had made your hair now only slightly damp and had made you much warmer resulting in giving Arthur his blazer jacket back after some arguing. After 15 minutes of talking, the tram began to slow down and once you saw the many Christmas lights you immediately knew that you were at Covent Garden. Arthur had took note of the area and stood up with one had on the rail and the other by his
Know the differenceIf he asked her to bleed she would say
How deep do you want the cut?
That's not love, darling.
The Power of the Light part 2Chapter 2: Arendelle
Wing ran down the steps as fast as she could, heading deeper into the ruins.
“SLY, CAN YOU HEAR ME?!” called out Wing.
No answer. Wing started to get even more worried by the minute. She soon made it to the bottom of the steps when she stopped as step foots where heard coming towards her.
On the ground was a heart marking with wings on the side and a crown above it. Wing noticed the shadows as the person came into her view.
“Sly,” whispered Wing.
Sly seemed to have heard her as he turned his head towards her, still in the trance like state. Wing looked concerned when she noticed this.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” asked Wing.
Sly just give her a small smile before kneeing down to the symbol. He put his hand on it and it suddenly glowed. Wing shielded her eyes as she watched Sly stand up. The symbol then opened, reveling to be a gate. Sly appeared to be floating down, much to Wing’s shock and horror.
Silver x Reader: BrokenAuthor's note: so there's a bit of cussing in here, considering, well, Silver is kind of... abrasive. So if you don't like bad words, I don't recommend reading.
“Go away,” I grumbled. I didn’t need to look up to know it was Silver.
I’d never brushed him off like that before. Usually I was the epitome of kindness to him, because I knew that beneath his rough, mean exterior, there was a good guy inside. Nonetheless, my tone surprised him.
“Get up, weakling.” Leave it to Silver to cut right to the chase. “I’ve been training. Let’s battle.”
I looked up. His face was grim and determined, as usual.
“Can’t you tell I’m not in the mood?” I pulled at the grass and blinked back tears. I couldn’t let Silver, of all people, see me crying. He’d just have another reason to call me weak.
“You think I fucking care if you’re in the mood? C’mon. Get up and battle me.”
true and false"It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all"
That's a load of bull crap. Loving and losing hurts like hell. It breaks your heart, and heartbreak never goes away.
"All wounds heal with time"
Another lie. Not all wounds heal. Physical wounds? Yes. Emotional wounds? Almost never. If you spill out your guts to someone, and tell them how much they mean to you, how much you love them, and then get shot down that wound won't ever go away.
"When a heart breaks, it doesn't break even"
Now that, my friends, is the truest statement I have ever heard.
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
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