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"Can you seriously stop it." You hissed, slouched back on the couch staring at the news channel as the familiar blonde haired angel loomed over you. His visits had been starting to get more frequent, ever since you two had mated with each other, and he was back to his annoying self who kept turning the television on and off when he wanted attention. "Lucifer! Stop. I'm trying to see what's going on!" You whined, propping yourself up on the couch and turning to glare at the angel, who only met your glare with a pouting face. "I'm bored." "Lucifer, please. I'm trying to watch the news." You sighed, turning back around and leaning into the co

    Between the deepening howl of the wind skating across your flushed cheeks and the faint glow of bright orange pumpkins smiling their jagged tooth grin as your shoes scratched against the cement, there was no denying Halloween was right around the corner. A mulberry sky had draped over your neighborhood with dots of silver starlight scattered between the pale glow of the city lights residing just beyond your sleepy suburban bundle. Tucking some loose strands of hair behind your ear you let a soft sigh whistle through your lips, though the warmth from your scarf was enough to ease the nip of autumn air it didn't do much to distract you from

I love you. Words so simple, so easy to say, words with such gravitas and power beyond human comprehension; words carelessly thrown about with little thought as to the meaning of each simple syllable; words so cherished, they carry themselves through time, guising themselves in every language to deliver that same power to these simple, terrestrial beings. Kaneki Ken knew the significance of this seemingly simple sentence; so much so, just the thought of whispering it left his knees to tremble and his heart to race. You visited the Anteiku, the same time every day: 4:00 PM, on the dot, books in hand, the same cup of coffee every day, and ev

You adjusted the glasses on your nose and leaned in to look through the microscope again. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you pulled them off completely, microscopes are not particularly friendly to those with glasses and in truth you really only needed them when you were tired. The slide with blood came through clearly this time and you scribbled some notes on a pad next to you. You were the top forensic blood spatter analyst in the UK and it kept you rather busy and alone most of the time. Honestly that was how you preferred it, the living were cruel and overly complex and the dead were quiet and, frankly, simple. When your jazzy ringtone

     The summer sun warmed the air, perfumed by blooming irises in their well-tended garden beds.  Every now and then, a gentle breeze would waft through, stirring them to bob and dance.  As for me, I sat under the dappled shade of a young birch tree, reading happily.  Even if I’d read it well over a dozen- or even a hundred- times already.  Not surprising, since my best friend had given it to me before he fled Asgard.     Would that we’d been more than friends, I added with a wistful sigh.     Absolutely futile.  Even if he hadn’t gone to Jotunheim, I knew he never saw me that way.  So I’d keep those thoughts secret

“Boom! Head shot!” (F/N)’s voice rang through the team’s headset. She and Garrus were currently assisting Shepard in stopping the latest threat to the galaxy. A large scale mercenary group had been planting for the kill of several Omega trade merchants, however the commander had taken on the job to end mercenaries before they did the same to anyone. To put it simpler Commander Goody To-Shoes was saving the day… again. “Last one,” Shepard announced while firing his pistol. The mercenary on the retrieving end fell to the pavement, blood pouring out of his hest plates. Coming out from behind their beare

    Despite the summer's warm breaths of air, freezing rain chilled your skin, soaking your bones, as it trampled hard onto your body. You had hoped to take shelter under a large oak tree, expecting its full branches and leaves to block the rain. There was no where for you to go – not for a better hiding place, anyway. As your body shivered uncontrollably, you regrettably began to reminisce the reasons why you were in this predicament in the first place.       You had killed them.       All of them.       The bullies, your parents; they were all dead by your hands.       It was a well thought out plan for someone your age. A young t

First fanfiction that I revealed to the world of dA, I hope you guys enjoy it. Shine razor eyes before the walls come down Wilder than lions, louder than sound The birds and the bees are getting older now There’s a cold breeze blowing over my soul. Your eyes rested upon a tall silthouette, as your whole body ached with pain. Slowly, your form was sinking into the blood coated snow, which was a pathetic scene, to say the least. He was strong. After all, the title 'Ren' in his wrechid name spoke for itself. You were nothing but an outcast, who got a grip on a lightsaber by chance. By a mere bet. Gathering all strenght you had within,

:bulletpurple: Thranduil x Human Reader: Bound :bulletpurple: It was deep winter and snow openly fell from a beautiful white and gray sky. In the rugged wilds past the idyllic Elven city of Rivendell, the temperature had dropped well below that of a normal December’s storm, but to the single figure that traversed the mountain paths and stood high upon a ledge overlooking the nearby valley and distant forest, the cold was unnoticeable. This being stood over the precipice without anxiety, and took in the sight of the familiar country with well-trained eyes of the deepest (e/c). And as the orbs looked upon it all, a small smile gained pur

"You're wasting time. We need to keep going," he growls. You wipe the blood off your hands and face with a damp cloth. Even after you are clean, you can still remember the moment when Solid Snake shot a soldier in the head. Blood misted over your body. It's something that you will never forget as long as you remember. It's forever stamped into your memory. "How am I wasting time?" "We're on a tight schedule." Solid Snake glares at you before pulling out a ration. "We don't have time for your whining. We've got a job to do. We need to reach the top of the mountain. A friend of mine lives up there. We can replenish our ammo and formulate a p

Sometimes one couldn't help but wonder how these sort of things happen in the first place. "Your foot is in my face." "Well sorry. I can't exactly move - but maybe if I just shift a little-" "Please do-" "It'll be fine!" (Y/N) reassured the reluctant atlantean as she struggled to move in the net they had been captured in. Leave it to her clumsy feet to stumble over a trap and bring Kaldur with her. Now she just needed on of their teammates to come across them and let them down - seeing as they couldn't manage to get a hold of them. Of course. When they actually need help their communication dies out. Great. After twisting, shifting, and

Getting Even (Draco Malfoy x Reader) The dungeon was dark and dank as usual.  You could hear the whispering of ghosts who were sharing idle gossip about the students.  The Bloody Baron flew past, giving you an ugly scowl.  You hugged your books close to your chest and pressed on at a more rapid pace.  You could still feel him glaring daggers at you.  It caused your skin to crawl.  ‘No one thinks I should be in Slytherin,’ you thought.  ‘Not even the ghosts…’             “Psssst!”  You stopped and glanced around.  No one else was around, so the person had to be calling you.  You arched an eyebrow su

Takes place during the 2 years at the NEST Base between the 1st & 2nd films! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ratchet x Sick!Human!Reader|Down With The Sickness|Bayverse Requested By: Nobody ~Reader's POV~ I layed there in bed like I have done for the past 4 hours. I was ill, sick. Shivering, I tossed and turned trying to get comfortable but I couldn't. My head felt like it was on fire and my throat was dry and burned. Growling, my stomach rumbled from being empty. Ratchet had

               "Ow, Marshall!" You said and lifted his smiling face from your chest, "believe it or not your teeth are sharp!"               His smile turned into a large teasing grin. You're both laying on the stiff couch of his house, watching a scary movie. His face had been resting in your chest. The two of you often hung out like this, you're close friends, but you're not completely positive if you're more than that yet or not.              "That's kinda the point," he scofted, wrapping his strong arms underneath your body, "I am the vampire king after all."               "Just because you're the vampire king doesn't mean you can go

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.                                   Raph x Reader (2012) “Why won’t you just back off?” You yell stopping midway through the alley. “I’m just trying to help,” You turn your (E/C) orbs on the hot head you were arguing with. “Well maybe I’d be better off if you just but out!” He barked at you releasing his injured arm. You bite your lip and clench your fist. “Maybe I will.” You snap. “Good!” He yells. Turning on your heel without another word you storm off leaving the four brothers in the dark alley. 

Ch.1. The Story Begins Narrator: once upon a time, a princess lived in an enchanting castle, although she had everything her hearts desire, she was gullible, low on understanding, and always tricked! One day a old man, at the window offered her a rose, in return of shelter from the cold, felt sorry by his elderly appearance, she was concerned for the gift, and let him in, but a mysterious voice warned her not to be deceived by appearances for goodness can be found in the heart, but she ignores it, and the old mans age melted away to reveal a magical elf, The Princess tried to apologize to the Voice but it was too late, she was so ignorant t

Hello are you there Do you even care? I sit here alone, sitting by the phone, no one is here, it doesn't ring, but i don't care I'm used to it I ought to be by now No one calls, i'm here by myself Me, myself, my thoughts They won't go away, even though i might.. I sit by the window, and look out into the night... The storm rattles the window panes and i should be shaking with fright, But i don't, I sit here and look but i'm not looking at anything in reality, just the world. Feeling, there's lots. Hatred, pity, sadness, happiness, but not for me...all i hear is voices, yelling, crying, but that's all behind me now, as i r