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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
Levi x Sassy!Reader |Arranged Marriage| AU"Come on, I'm sure he'll be wonderful. Like Prince Charming." Your maid Christa encourages, as she brushes your (h/c) hair. You let out an irritated laugh, crossing your arms.
"Yeah right. He's probably some pervert." You say, and Ymir, your other maid, rolls her eyes.
"Honesty (Name), you should be a bit more excited. This is good for your families business." Ymir points out. What were you all talking about? Well, your parent's business was going a bit under, and your parents decided to set up an arranged marriage between you and some know it all Levi Ackerman.
"How would you feel if your parents were selling you off to some creep, and forcing you to marry him?" You huff. Ymir just groans, and starts touching up your make up.
"I'm sure you'll love him." Christa continues on to cheer. Before you could come up with a retort, there was a knock on your door. Ymir hurried off to open it, revealing your ecstatic mother, who ran over to you.
"Ah, look at the beautiful bride to be." She says,
Life's Joy- (Daddy!Levi x Mommy!Reader) 
“B-but daddy, p-please, we need you to protect u-us what if the t-t-titan c-c-comes and e-eats us?” Levi demounts his horse, ushering for his concerned counterparts to move on ahead. “Aunt Hanji” tries to send words of encouragement from afar, but Levi’s glare was enough to sew her lips shut. His eyes trail over to Isabel, thousands of curses aiming at the sky when he saw his daughter’s tear laden eyes.
He used not care so much until he had a little girl to take care of. One who’s eyes held the wonders of the world, one who’s heart was as innocent as the bud of a rose. He crouches in front of her trembling body, concentrating on the way she picked at her nails.
Just like her mother.
Speaking of that, you were a little ways behind the two, your arms folded. Actually you were still quite bitter about Levi getting Erwin to forbid you from the expedition, so you were even more so
Parent AU: Actor!Levi x Singer!Reader II
"Papa, Papa look! Mama's on TV!"
Levi was currently coming from the kitchen when he over heard his son excitedly mention his mother on the large flat screen TV. He looked, noticing that you were presented on the TV show: Dancing with the Stars. Levi growled as you were dancing swing with the man who was presented as Reiner Braun who was famous for his appearances on dance movies and such. Levi continued to glare at the TV, watching as you had a smile on your face and Reiner was holding your body so freely. Eren looked away from the screen to look at his father, feeling the dark aura in the air.
"Horseface! Papa is getting angry again!"
"Young Master, I thought I told you to stop calling me that.."
"Hurry and get Papa some tea! I think he's going to blow!"
Jean sighed as scurried over to the kitchen, immediately making Levi's tea to help him calm down his nerves. Eren looked at the TV again, noticing that you and Reiner got a pretty high score for the dance per
Massage Envy - Massager!Levi x Reader
You groaned as you stopped your continuous typing, stopping to lay back in your chair and rub the back of your neck tiredly. You sighed as you looked at what you had so far and realized that you only had a few more left to finish for your transcript. There was knocking on your door and you looked up from your lap.
"Hey, [ f/n ]! How you doing so far on your work?"
Hanji came inside your office, looking at you with a bright smile. You smiled tiredly as you sat up straighter in your seat, looking at your brown haired friend. She sat on your couch and crossed her leg over the other as she sat there comfortably.
"I'm almost done with my work and then I'll b--"
"Don't go to where ever you were going! We will go out somewhere!"
You blinked at her sudden eagerness and tilted your head confused. Hanji suddenly got up from her seat to sit in front of your desk, her eyes filled with excitement. You continued to look at her, feeling a bit worried on what she's going to bring
Salty (Levi x Reader)
"This is it, huh," Levi mutters to himself, gaze fixated on the heavenly sight bestowed before him. Untouched golden sand covers the floor as far as his eyes can see, the sound of waves crashing against the shore soothing and calming. A gentle sea breeze rustles through his hair.
'Salty,' he realizes, taking in the scent. A loud yell snaps him out of his trance, and he turns around, glaring. Hanji comes running to the waves, letting out joyful laughter. They splash about in the water, something that Armin described as the 'ocean'. Eventually, the others near the shore, bright smiles on all their faces.
"Levi," a soft voice calls out. Your hand brushes his, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Don't just stand there, stupid," you snicker, "have some fun," and you walk towards your comrades, chuckling at the expressions on their faces. Levi takes off his boots and carefully steps onto the sand.
Ghastly (Yandere!Sebastian x Reader) 1
Rock a bye baby, in the tree top
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all
You opened your eyes in panic and stood up from your bed. You observed the dark room with raged breaths and gulped with difficulty when you realized you were still in your room. Tears cascaded down your cheeks and fell on your cover silently. You put a hand over your beating heart and took a respiration.
- " It's only a nightmare, (Y/N)...only a nightmare..." you kept telling yourself.
You lean back your head on the pillow but you couldn't bring yourself to sleep like a baby. At the thought, you shuddered and glanced at your right to see the other bed empty. Seems like another girl just disappeared. You weren't surp
Body swap? (Modern!AU) Levi x Reader x Eren (Pt 1)
Saying that I was frightened was an understatement. No, I was more terrified than anything. Hanji was backed into a corner and holding a broom to fend him off while he glowered- no glared at her. Boy, if looks could kill, Hanji would be a pile of ashes right now.
Am I confusing you? Sorry, I tend to get ahead of myself at times... here, let me start off at the beginning, before all this happened:
~Earlier that day~
I sighed as I was making coffee for my... boss. God, it was so weird calling the guy that; he's only a couple years older than me. Yet, he's one of the best working men in this entire business.
And then there's me, fresh out of college, and instead of going out and getting a kickass job somewhere, I am an assistant at Titan enterprises, working under Levi Ackerman. I can't complain though, as crappy as this job can be, doing all of Levi's orders, I get paid... a lot. Enough for my girlfriend, (f/n) and I to live in this amazing apartment. No, not any apa
2P!FACE x Child!Reader - Frere Jacques
"Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques,
Sonnez les matines, Sonnez les matines
Ding dang dong, ding dang dong~!" you sang.
You were at your room, jumping on your bed as you sang ones more.
"Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques,
Sonnez les matines, Sonnez les matines
Ding dang dong, ding dang dong~!"
"Poppet?" the door opened as you saw Oliver, Matthieu and Allen enter. Francois was behind them.
"Who taught you that song?" Allen asked.
"No one~! I heard uncle Francois sing this song while he's at shower~!" you replied.
Oliver ran towards you and hugged you, telling how you sang so cute.
Matthieu and Allen looked at Francois, waiting for his responds.
Japan x Reader - Stolen Kiss
“ And if I kiss you, darling
Please don't be alarmed” – New York, Ed Sheeran
[f/n] tried not sneezing again, rubbing the used tissue furiously over her nose before reaching out to scoop another one from the already empting box (it was amazing how she managed to finish those in record time, she would enter Guinness records one of these days with the right amount of bad luck and one of the nasty colds she always seemed to attract). The hard process of moving around while having the flu and the fact that she was buried by no less than three blankets made it very difficult to reach for the tissues that were calmly resting on the little table next to her bed.
Just one more inch…
It wasn’t surprising in any way when the girl felt herself losing the support offered by her mattress and rolling on the cold ground, becoming a mess of covers, pajamas, used socks and a tennis shoe that shouldn’t even be there (God, how she needed to clean up her ro
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.
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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