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Permanent LinesThe position was not a comfortable one, and while Madison didn't fully understand all that was going on, she understood it's necessity. The room was sterile, white and chilly as she lay on her stomach, supported by a chair that was highly reminiscent of one she might find at the local dentist's, though modified to support her entire body more securely.
Any discomfort from the padded chair remained background noise as Madison tried not to focus on the scratching sensation from her back. The light chatter that the physcian beside her maintained was not enough, that was certain as she braced herself agains the sharp strokes, trying to prevent herself from shivering in pain. From what she could see from the corner of her eyes, Madison connected the sharp scratching that reached across her shoulders, along the top of her shoulder blades and now down her neck with the array of colored, unnaturelly stiff and sharp-ponted permanent makers that rested in a tray lined with sterile packagi
The Sound of DesperationIt had started as a counseling session, everyone meeting in a small group of age mates, but even after the first meeting, when they sat in silence, it was clear that something more was needed. For weeks they continued to meet twice a week, forced to sit in a circle in a room that was locked until the hour was up. After a month, they began to speak, finally giving voice to the depths of their souls, and the nightmares that lived within.
"I could kid myself into thinking I'm fine," Becca said, her voice starting steady despite the fact that she was the first to break the silence, "but I'm not. I'm tired of living these lies, and I just want to be done with it all. Everyone knows that a broken heart is blind, but no one really knows what to do with a broken brain. If it's not a vegetable, they shrug it off, saying it's fine, and tell you to do the same. It doesn't work that way. It just doesn't work that way. They say our bodies will heal, and that it will take time for
Living DreamsIf life is but a dream, what does that make our dreams? And if, not by your own will, each day becomes more of a nightmare than the last, what is it that makes us keep on pushing through? When the question of life becomes why, rather than how we struggle on for the next day’s dawning, why doesn’t anyone realize what’s really going on? For too long we’ve played their game, by their rules, and today that ends. All my fears, all my fears, my insecurities, anything that might have been used against me- they all fall away like tears when I contemplate the fact that each tomorrow brings a new day, each twenty-four hours closer to freedom. We all know that they’ll try to choke our rising hopes with fleeting fears carefully crafted to appear our own, but the fact that we know them not to be our own is a stronger force yet. We may not march against our enemies, our captors, but we shall stand as a strong tower to protect those who cannot yet stand alone. One
Drianus's choiceHe reached into his pocket, slowly wrapping his long fingers into a fist around the ring of his forefathers. Contemplating his options only revealed that, in the long run, he really had no choice. Sometimes, the words echoed in his mind as he forcefully ignored the memories of his surrogate father, sometimes, the only way to fight evil was to employ a greater evil whether one agreed with it or not. By the end of the day, only one thing would really matter: whether or not the throne remained in the family line.
If took a season of exile for people to realize just how corrupted things had become, so be it. He had seen exile, and very nearly raised his family within it's cool embrace. Drianus had spent many long agonizing hours turning things over in his mind, hoping to find another way for things to change, but found nothing. He would face battle tomorrow, leading the best of his men into the fray without a second thought. If giving his life in battle was required of him, it
Part of the JobThe sun gently warmed his back as he walked along the crowded street. He knew, though, that the pleasant feeling would not last long once he entered the apothecary that stood as the entrance to the rest of the Guild Halls. There was a certain satisfaction in a job completed in a silent and efficient manner, but Mortael held fast to the lingering taste of bitter regret that always followed his thoughts. The darkness of night only expounded them when he had nothing else to keep his thoughts away from the realities of his chosen line of work. The taste of regret was, as far as he knew, the only way that he could maintain his tenuous grasp of rational sanity. Silently, the assassin slipped through the stone-lined walls where the shadows from the torches danced in his wake. None would bother him this day, not unless he took the initiative and reached out to them first. A disturbed assassin was not to be bothered so soon after a completed mission, no matter what the reason.
The Blood OathI bought my fate straight from hell. What you need to understand here and now is that this is the embodiment of our fear, the vessel of our rage, and the harbinger of your doom. It may seem like a cut and dry matter, especially to one such as yourself, but know that it is anything but. Everything that we do and say is focused around that one concept alone; the sooner you figure out what that means for yourself, the better, as you'll actually start to fit in with us, strange as we are to your kind. My fate, the mirrored reflection of the fate of my people, is one that circumvents generations at a time, insidious weaving its way through our history. This oath, whether you acknowledge it or not, will affect your every dying day as we attempt to make the best of what's been left for us in this wasted world.
I chose my fate the day that I answered the king's call with heart and soul, and I now pay the price for what I have done in answering the Blood Oath's infernal need fo
Returning HomeI woke up to despise the world that I once loved. The sound of the fan in the next room is deceptively similar to the sound of the gentle rain that has gently woken me these past few mornings. For one blissful moment longer, I can pretend that things have not changed, and that when I open my eyes, the dim autumn lights will be filtered through the thick canvas wall of my rug lined pavilion. The thought is a comforting one until the undisturbed quiet is broken by the harsh blaring of my painfully electronic alarm, reminding me that cannot be so.
Blindly, I reach out and silence it before rolling over, pulling my heavy wool cloak back over my head in the same motion. It is entirely too early to face the fact that I'll be pouring myself a bowl of overly processed, prepackaged and artificially preserved cold cereal. Instead, I'd much rather it be my usual boiled grains prepared over a crackling fire, built from yesterday's carefully covered coals. It is an odd realization, but I
Rise of the Ice Kings: The Dream"Play for me, Brandhol." Rathiel begged upon the second evening of eldest brother’s short respite at home."Play your whistle again, please? It's been so long since you played!"
"That's because I've been gone so long, silly," he replied, digging out his tin whistle from an inner pocket of his thick cloak. After a few short trills to warm up his fingers, he began to play a song that seemed to grow and mature as it progressed. Rathiel grinned and began to dance a few bars into the seemingly light-hearted tune.
The children's uncle, Hedhel, sent home from war on permanent furlough lay on the rug, dozing before the dying fire. At the sound of his nephew's playing, he bolted upright, staring wildly at Brandhol for a moment before calming slightly. "I think it's time that you find your bed, Rathiel," he said hoarsely.
Silien looked up from her darning in surprise,"Goodness, child!" she exclaimed, "You should have been in bed almost an hour ago! Hurry and change now, I'll be along
The Final StrawJason Rathen almost ignored the gentle taping on his office door, thinking that the sound originated from further down the hall, but the hesitant sound came a second time, only slightly more audible. Rathen stood and opened the door to be greeted by the person that he least expected and most hoped to see. "Hello, Jessie!"
Jessie nodded, worrying her lower lip in thinly veiled distress. "I... I'm sorry about practice, earlier," she said, rapidly forcing the words out.
"Why don't you come in," Rathen suggested, gesturing towards the other chair in his prop- and book-stuffed office, "and we can talk about what happened earlier this afternoon, if you'd like."
The suggestion was more of a mild order, but Jessie either didn't notice, or ignored it as she nodded and gingerly perched on the edge of the offered chair, grasping her books against her chest.
Professor Rathen took his time in mostly closing the door, and resettling a stack of papers that had been distu
Loving You- (Levi x Reader) [AU]
*A/N: The song lyrics are included in the fic, so listening to the song would be perfect with this fic~
( X )
Just once in a day, I remember you, miss you
“I’m not spending hard earned money on your coffee.”
You pout, letting a small huff escape your lips as Levi takes hold of the shopping bags, a grunt emitting from his throat.
“But, come on this is the last day I can fully spend with you before-
2P!FACE x Child!Reader - Pranks
Today, you woke up three in the morning with brilliant ideas to prank your family. Maybe even take videos of their reactions?
First of, you started with Allen's prank since it's really easy. You just put his bottle of milk inside the freezer and wait until it became ice. Second of, you did Matthieu's prank. You replace his diet soda with sprite and soy sauce. Then you replace the Oreo cream into toothpaste for Francois and replacing Oliver's mayonnaise with vanilla yogurt.
After it's all set, you went back to sleep.
~~~Timeskip to when everyone woke up~~~
You ran into the kitchen first and put the frozen milk back into the refrigerator before Allen enters.
After that, Allen enters the kitchen and grab the frozen milk and a bowl of cereal. He entered the dinning room and sat down. That's where you started to record.
It took him a minute to realized that the milk was frozen. You giggled as he slam the milk bottle on to the table, "MATT!!"
2P!Canada x Reader - Day Off
"[Y/N], I've seen that you've been working hard for the last two months without taking a single day off," you boss said," And I must say, I'm very impressed!"
"Thank you sir! I love doing my job!" you smiled.
"Well, every ones a while, you need to take at least two days off."
"No thank you sir. I-"
"No no! You need it! To clear your mind and all, you know." your boss smiled.
You thought for a moment before nodding, "Okay sir! Thank you!"
"You can go home now."
You nodded again, grabbing your handbag and left your work.
While walking, you dialed your best friend's number and waited until he picks up.
"You Mattie! Wanna come and hang out with me?" you asked.
"Aren't you at work now?"
"Nope! My boss gave me two days holiday~ Meaning that we can hang out!"
"... Where to?"
Walking towards your favourite café, you were stopped by three men.
"Hey, babe~" one of them said.
"Back off bastards." you said wh
Drunk!2P!America x Reader - Don't Trust Me
You hold your camera close to you while watching TV. You had a feeling that Allen would do something as you already seen him drinking earlier. You waited for a while until footsteps, that sounds like someone was wearing high heels, can be heard.
You peeked from the couch and found Allen walking downstairs, wearing a black dress and black high heels. He also wore make-up which amused you. You then started recording when you noticed that he was too drunk to notice that you're in the living room.
Black dress with the tights underneath,
I got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth,
And she's an actress,
But she ain't got no need.
She's got money from her parents in a trust fund back east." Allen sand as he flips his skirt over.
He then sat on the chair that was beside the stairs. Once he sat down, he crossed his leg and continued singing,
"Tongues always pressed to your cheeks,
While my tongue is on the inside of some other girl's teeth,"
"Ew." you muttered.
"Tell your boyfriend if
2P!Canada x Child!Reader - Do You Want Pie?
Matthieu looked away from his book to finding you holding a pie, "Did you make that?"
"Uh-huh!" you nodded, "Wanna try it?"
Matthieu took of his glasses, "Lemme try."
You walked towards him then threw the pie on his face. You giggled and ran away.
"Why you little!" Matthieu angrily said before chasing you around the house.
Physical check up | Doctor!Levi x Reader
Warning, may be pervy. Or not.
As you entered the clinic, you were greeted by a woman with ginger hair and eyes with glasses. She looked up and smiled at you.
"Hello and welcome to Survey Corps Clinic! How can I help you ma'am?" You took out a paper out your purse and handed it to the receptionist.
"I'm here for a check up," Your voice sounded a little croaky, like a frog trying to talk. She laughed under her breath, making you blush in embarrassment. She looked at it for a second before signing something, then gave the paper to another receptionist with short black hair sitting across her.
"Alright, I will call you when the doctors arrive, got it? For now, you may take a seat in the waiting room," Sighing, you sat down in one of the room's cold chairs.
After a what seemed a long while, you heard a soft, feminine voice call you out.
"[Full name], we will be seeing you now," You saw the girl with the same short black hair. You stood up, and walked over to her. She
Drunk!2P!FACE x Child!Reader - Drunken Night
Today, you were sitting with your family on the dinning table, watching them get drunk as you drink your strawberry milk. Allen, Matthieu and Francois seems to be calm and dumb while Oliver just gets angry. Just angry enough for him to slap the three. You tried recording but Oliver took it and threw your camera on to the couch. You were relieved that it landed safely and it's position was on your family, meaning that it was recording the whole time.
"Hey," Allen spoke, "Remember when I stick my leg out and Oliver tripped over and fell on the pool?"
"Well, of course! That's when you were just a baby." Oliver growled.
"No... I was just... Nine?"
"No, you were 96 that time." Matthieu corrected him.
"Then how old am I now?"
"2014." Francois replied.
"Hey hey! Remember that one time I tried to propose to Al?" Matthieu asked.
"I should have said yes!" Allen spat.
"Well, there is still time to propose." Francois suggested.
Mathhieu nodded as he holds Allen's hand
2P!England x Child!Reader - Photo Album
"Poppet~! Look what I got~!" Oliver said as he walked into the living room.
You looked away from the TV and found him walking towards you while carrying a a bunch of photo albums.
He sat beside you as he placed the albums on the coffee table in front of him, "This always brings the memories~"
"Are these photo albums?" you asked as you grab one of the album, that was red in colour and opened it on the first page.
"Yes it is~ I had been taking pictures of you, Allie and Mattie when you all are just a baby." Oliver responded.
You laughed, "Why is his pants wet?"
Oliver looked at the picture that you were talking about. It was a picture of Allen, who looked about your age, crying while his pants were wet on the crotch area.
"Oh, Allen peed on his pants when we're going back home from the amusement park." Oliver chuckled.
You turned the next page and laughed hard. There was a picture of Francois trying to calm both baby Allen and Matthieu who were crying while sitting on the tub.
Child!CanadaxMama!Reader: Mama Do You Love Me?
You groaned as you tried to pick up one of your fallen knitting needles. However the bulge at your midriff prevented you from doing so. Sighing you tried again.
“Al!” you called to your 6 year old son.
After a groan from the direction of the twin’s bedroom and then dirty blonde haired boy appeared. “What?”
You sighed, “Alfred, could you get me my needle.”
Another angsty huff and Alfred did as you asked.
“Whatever,” he grumbled and stomped back off to his room.
You sighed. He was, evidently, at that age when mom and dad weren’t ‘cool anymore and becoming just a pain to be around. Going back to your baby booties you let your mind turn off as you went back to your work.
You were so immersed with your work that you didn’t even hear your son the first time he called to you.
“Mama?” Matthew asked.
Your head finally snapped up and you smiled, “Hey, Mattie. What is it?
Friends and MemoriesAs was his habit, Frodo shut himself in his study, fulfilling his promise to Bilbo. It was the 6th of October, the anniversary of the Weathertop attack. It was not until evening that anyone realized the significance of the date, but Frodo had known early on. Bitter pain flooded his arm radiating from the morgul wound. With his opposite hand, he groped for the pendant that Arwen had given him. When at last his fingers found what they had searched for he found strength to block the whispers from his mind, finding peace in the memories of his friends.
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