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Happy B-Day Nat!!The sound of music fills the air as Christine falls asleep. She opens her eyes into, what she believes to be, a dream. She sits up in a daze and lets the voice she loves so much wash over her. She stands and reaches out towards where she thinks the voice is coming from.
The voice calls to her in that sweet, sweet alluring voice. She walks, almost in a trance-like state, towards the mirror. She stands in front of the mirror and sees him in the reflection. A gasp escapes her lips and he sings softly to her, beckoning her forward with a hand. She appears to walk through the mirror, however, the mirror is just an illusion. She walks out the other side of the mirror, taking his hand tentatively in hers.
He pulls her hand and begins to rush down, what looks to be, a hundred flights of stairs. They make it down quickly and he doesn't stop singing, and she doesn't want him to. She joins along with him as the reach the chorus of the song she doesn't remember learning, but somehow she knows the
Crushing Flowers (Male! Hungary x Reader)
(Male! Hungary x Reader)
(Male! Hungary x Reader)
Song(s) ‘Smile’ by telepopmusik
Trust me, it fits the theme PERFECTLY
A girl in her early twenties thrust open the doors of her office job.
“I can’t believe this!” How could something like this happen to me!?
What the hell did I do wrong!
I got strange looks from other people around me as they counted their blessings hoping that I wouldn’t lash out at them.
“Oh, shut up!” I yelled, and their accusing eyes turned away.
I felt the heel of my shoe crack by the sheer force in my strides down the streets of New York City.
Can't Swim (America x Reader x Prussia)
"Wanna go swimming, _______?"
"Nah, I'll pass."
"Why not? You look so good in the swimsuit."
"Shut up, Prussia!"
You covered up your two-piece with your (color) towel. Your cheeks began to turn the same shade as Prussia's eyes as you looked away, over to the sparkling blue ocean. The tan and yellow sand squished under your foot as you stood up with your towel wrapped tightly around your body, showing off your womanly curves.
"Come on, ____! The ocean's really warm! Just ask Australia," America encouraged you, stopping you as he pointed to Australia in the ocean, playing and diving like he was having the time of his life.
"I didn't come all the way from Germany's house just to watch you mope in a hot bathing suit," Prussia said, and then chuckled. "Not like I'm going back, either."
You laughed along with him, but then gained back your confidence and walked past America, pride in your steps.
"Why won't you swim with us?" America asked, grabbing your bare arm. You swat away his hand, not
Magical: Before the Magic - Carmen's Story
“Before the Magic - Carmen’s Story”
by Jocelyn Samara D.
I awake from a strange dream. I can’t seem to remember what happened, but I think it involved a rabbit at one point. With big, glowing butterfly wings! A “bunnerfly” if you will. That’s happening a lot lately, actually. I haven’t been keeping track, but I’m pretty sure I’ve woken up with the same vague “I think there was a winged bunny” feeling for the last couple weeks. Not really sure what that’s supposed to mean.
But whatever. Who cares? It’s just a dream, and I’ve got a big day ahead of me. I’m basically starting a brand new life at school today.
I should say that I’ve always hated school. I mean, I’ve got no problem with doing the work or anything. My problem is more about the other people. And I mean everyone.
Reader x Karkat: WhateverThe date is December 3rd, 2013.
The time: 5:45 a.m.
Everyone is sleeping, save a human named ___ ___ and a troll named Karkat Vantas.
You happened to be the human mentioned.
And, in fact, Karkat is your best friend!
He's also your crush, not that'd you tell him.
At least, that's what it USED to be. You think you've finally gathered the courage to admit it.
Emphasis on think.
You see, Karkat's been acting odd lately.
His usual 'fuck you' attitude was replaced more with a 'go the fuck away; I don't want to talk to anyone' attitude instead.
And, quite literally, it seemed the only word in his vocabulary lately was 'whatever'.
In all seriousness, no matter what you told him, he either did nothing, let out an artificial grunt, or responded with 'whatever'.
You were beginning to question what that word even meant.
"Karkat?" you poked the sleepy troll's shoulder, and he grunted. "I love you..." you said uncertainly.
He grunted again.
"You know I'm serious, right?"
"Karkat. I lov
France x Male!Reader [Commission for zoe-chan7][Male Name] [Last Name] was the prince of [Kingdom Name]. He was a rather handsome young man, complete with silky [hair colour] locks and dazzling [eye colour] eyes. He was the son of king Roderich Edelstein and Elizaveta Héderváry. Truth be told, he was adopted by the king and queen of [Kingdom Name]. [Male Name] was adopted when he was roughly ten years of age. Just a young, abandoned child. Roderich and Elizaveta had brought him their family, and brought him of them up as a respectable young man. [Male Name] was now eighteen, and was set to marry.
He was engaged to a princess from the neighbouring kingdom. He had never net her before, but he knew her name. She was Alice Kirkland, a Brit. From what [Male Name] was told, she had blonde hair and dazzling green eyes. He had tried to picture her in his mind for quite some time, but he was unable to conjure up a decent image.
He had never wanted this arranged marriage. As soppy as it sounds, he had wanted to marry out o
Air Vents Clint x ReaderAKA Five times you met Clint in the air vents and one time you didn’t
1 When you first moved into the tower
It was hard to believe it had been almost a week since your cousin Tony called to invite you to stay at his tower. It was even harder to believe that it also housed the Avengers for the time being. Of course you had only met Bruce and Steve, seeing as Thor was back in Asgard and everyone’s favorite assassins were on a mission.
“I wonder why Tony made this air vents so large.” You mused aloud as you easily crawled through them. It was like he was asking for you to sneak into his lab and re-paint his Iron Man glittery pink and glittery purple. You were so deep in thought that you never even noticed that somebody was in front of you until they cleared your throat.
“You must be (y/n).”
“That’s me and I’m guessing that you’re Clint.” You replied smiling at him after blowing a stray
Loki x (Deaf)Reader One-Shot
Loki x (Deaf)Reader One-Shot
A Fan-Fiction by ketzle
It took all of your willpower not to scream out in agony. The pain was excruciating. All you knew was something knocked you in the head, hard. Now all you felt was the infliction that was brought upon you. You had never felt anything like it. The pain was like a searing fire that pushed its way through your skull. You knew that you were crying, sobbing even, but you couldn’t hear that. You couldn’t even hear your own voice as you comforted yourself.
You screwed open your eyes to see bodies lying motionlessly around you. Cars were turned over on roads and night lamps were bent in places that were not normal. You tried to pick yourself up, but your body refused to move. So, you just lied there and took in the crystal blue sky.
Short Term Memory Loss (Austria x Reader)
Ah, piano. How I loved piano. How I loved to hear piano. And my friend Austria answered that love.
I could hear him playing downstairs, and I followed the string of wonderful notes down the stairs. I must've had my eyes closed, because before I knew it, I was tumbling down the carpeted stairs like a tumbleweed.
"WAAAHHH!!" I shrieked as I landed on the floor, my head pounding as I heard rushed footsteps and a cry coming towards me.
"Are you alright, ______?!" Austria asked frantically in his oddly high voice.
"Y-yes, I'm fine. Just a little sore in the noggin, I guess," I replied, not sure which reality this was. I rubbed my forehead in which made contact with the floor first, and closed my eyes as Austria came back from the kitchen with an ice pack. He softly placed it on my forehead, kissing me all over.
"H-hey! I'm fine!" I laughed, loving all the gentle and small butterfly kisses he kept on giving me.
"You sure?" he asked, helping me up onto my feet. "Can you play
Japan x Fem Reader So Long Part 2“I’m so late,” you yelled as you sprinted across the street, “Mr. Kiku, please still be there!” you bumped into a countless number of people and was almost hit by 3 cars before finally reaching the sakura forest, “Hello, is anyone here?!” you called, “Mr. Kiku please, if you’re there answer me! Kiku, no. This is all my fault.” You fell to your knees and started to cry. You cried for a long time before a hand gently lay on your shoulder.
“_____-san?” you opened your eyes, looked up and there he was, at least you thought it was, it was hard to see through your tears.
“K-Kiku?” he gave a small smile and nodded. You were so overjoyed to see him that you that you hugged him and cried tears of joy “Oh Kiku, I was so scared I’d never see you again. I missed you.” Kiku blushed.
You’re in my personar space again.” You laughed as you slowly
Tears Demetrius sat alone in his room, crying and sobbing. The curtains were closed, letting no light in. His door was shut and locked and he wouldn't answer his cell phone. He had ditched school and his friends were worrying. A lot of the kids at school don’t understand his fashion choices and made fun of him. So what if he liked the color black, and wore it all the time? The phone rang again, and he still didn't answer. He didn't feel like talking to anyone while he was crying. This is a new side of him, he’s never cried like this before. “How could this happen to me?” he asked himself that question over and over again. The tears don’t stop falling as he stares at the curtains, and, just for a second, he opens them. The sky reflects his mood, dark, gloomy and sad. He shuts the curtains quickly, he doesn't need the light, it’s too overpowering. Just like the kids say, “The dark
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
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