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Grell's Wish (Kuroshitsuji Fanfiction) Part 23The two male reapers and the pregnant Grell followed the Undertaker as he led them to the part of the demon realm that the Demon Butler and his Young Master were last seen. As the three looked around, they saw dozens of Demon going about with whatever task they had. It was a good thing that Undertaker and William had gone with Ronald and Grell, because if they had gone on their own to the demon realm, then it would put them and the babies in serious danger.
Demon, as all Shinigami knew, devoured souls, while Shinigami retrieved them. This meant that a Shinigami held a lot more souls than a common human would, so some demon would easily decide to make a Reaper their next victim just so they could devour the souls said Reaper had collected. But since Undertaker and William was with them, that was very unlikely to happen. The Undertaker was one of the very first Shinigami, so he was very well respected and any self-respecting demon wouldn't dare touch him or his fellow Shinigami, otherwis
Grell's Wish (Kuroshitsuji Fanfiction) Part 22The two Shinigami and the Undertaker followed Grell down the streets of London as she searched for some clue as to who was framing her. For a woman In her condition, she walked surprisingly fast and the the three behimd her had to quicken their step in order to keep up with her.
"There's got to be some thing around here to give an idea of who this framing asshole is!" The red head growled, tapping her chin with her finger.
"May I suggest something, Miss Sutcliff?" Undertaker asked, stepping toward the red head who nodded.
"Ofcourse.." She replied. "What is it?"
"Well perhaps you should think of what you did to conceal yourself when you were the culprit?...What did you do to keep your actions hidden from everyone?" He explained. "Think in the same mind set as our murderer..."
"A good idea as always, Undertaker." William complimented the retired Shinigami as he nodded his head in agreement.
"Well when I was Jack..." Grell answered as she thought of those memories. "I was in a disguise mo
The reason I'm me....Robyn Blackmore's Story pt 2Blackmore stared at the walls for a little longer before finally turning away, refusing to remind herself of the days when she actually cried. She didn't need to cry anymore, nor was she allowed to according to Harrison. The raven half demon circled around, bringing a file to her attention. She knew exactly what the file was, how could she not? She has filled the file herself and kept it hidden from everyone, especially Spears. As she slumped down in her old desk chair, she rested her arms down on the desk, staring down at the file with the word 'Letters' written on the front of it, a red heart drawn next to it. Giving a small sigh, she lifted up hand up to open the file looking at its contents. Just as she had left it, the file was full of letters. Letters from a certain demon who up until a decade ago, held her heart in his hands. But he didn't at first, no Blackmore used to despise him, think of him as an annoying stalker who would not give her a minutes peace to do her job...
The Easter Surprise!
It was Easter for a young teen named Josh who was in the middle of his families annual "Easter Egg Hunt Extravaganza". He was bored naturally walking around the small forest near his home sighing looking for eggs which he loathed. Josh was an average teen, He had long pointy brown hair, fairly tall and pretty much thin as a boy his size and age could get. Josh stroked some of his hair from his face listening around to his other younger relatives happily hopping around looking for eggs.
"Pft, this is so boring. Darn it, I'm not a little kid anymore!" He protested. "Tch, told my parents not to let me freaking do this again! Ugh, I'll just wait around and take some eggs from a cousin and offer them candy later." He smirked with that idea in mind.
Josh continued further in the woods away from his cousins to find a little spot where he could hide or well wait it out.
"Heh, this plan is going to work out perfectly!" Josh said smiling coming to a small clearing in the forest being the perfect
How are you feeling? Chapter 1
I got up again and fixed my skirt, once again, I’m still not used to this thing, even worse because I was wearing a pretty long one.
I started fidgeting with my ill-fitting new school blouse and tapping the floor with my brown Mary-Janes with black knee-high socks, but with tapping it was more of a “trying to even reach the floor with the tip of my fingers” kind of thing.
It was not a nervous tic in a “bad” way, rather the opposite. After all, I shouldn’t let myself get too stressed otherwise it would be bad to transform in public like this.
“Hi!” A sudden voice made me jump on the seat. A pale, soft hand touched my shoulder.
I really didn’t want to find her here, not already at least.
“Are you new to the school? My name is Mariana, what’s yours?” Of course I know your name, you never learned mine though. I gulped Here goes nothing.
“M-mine n-name is Asuka” I said with a sweet, melodic voice.
Truth or DetachThis is the story of what teenage girls with magical powers do when they're bored:
Blake got home from school exhausted. Her long, blond hair was soaked in sweat, as was her blue tank top. Her legs were sweating horribly inside her jeans and her feet were blistered inside her Vans.
She walked home because she was too tired to teleport herself. Teleporting takes lots of effort, and is even more tiring than walking. For teleporting seems like it takes years when it's really only a couple of seconds. Teleporting involves an infinite improbability drive, except the teleporting individual thinks of the destination first, but when one teleports, every known possible location in the Universe is visited in a time frame of 10 to the power of 2,466,457,320,451,678,002,118th of a second spent in each location. But enough of that. Blake wasn't concerned about the rest of the Universe. She was only concerned about sleep. She dropped her bag and slowly made her way to her bedroom. She sat on h
Bucky x ShyReader (part two)A month after that little incident and you had met up with the guy five times already. And it didn't matter what you did, you felt at ease when you were with him. You couldn't explain it you didn't even feel at ease like that with your own family for Pete’s sake! You decided to ask if you could hang out more than once a week. It was having a good influence on you. You had started to worry less about going out in public. You got better at your editing job finding you could talk through things easier without worrying about offending anyone. Above all you really liked being around him. So this time it was you who called him.
“Hello? (y/n)” he said through the phone.
“Hey Bucky! I was just wondering if you were free again this week. And if you wanted to go for a walk in the park or something?”
“It would be my pleasure. How does Saturday sound?”
“Sounds great. Do you want me to meet you there or?”
“You know what You should meet me
Russia x reader (fallen in)Russia x reader (fallen in)
before you read please go down to the link down below and read the first part of this before reading this one a thank you
You yelled as you went down watching as the door disappeared from your sight as you flew through the clouds short hair whipping around and the wind whistling in your ears like a high pinched song.
You felt your eyes swell up with tears....
This isn't..how you wanted to go out being a crushed bloody being on the road or the side walk..or where ever you landed.
And the fact that it could hurt didn't help you at all and the feeling of falling your muscles clenching tightly hoping to protect you from the impact.
You started too shiver as the air around you started to get colder..and colder, great another thing to add onto all this being cold as you would die.
Then everything went black.
When you awoke everything was cold your hands leg feet arms ears and so forth, sitting up you took in your surrounding....
Snow some ic
Elennya - still under construction
About the World
Explanation Of Commonly Used Terms
Elennyas InhabitantsThe Tales
The 'Tales Of Elennya' are telling the stories of many lifes, of destinies tied to one another.
Happiness and Tragedy, Love and War - everything comes together.
Elennyas environment and climate resembles our earth's. The Flora and Fauna consists of a lot of our living organisms as well. In general, Elennya is practically an alternate Earth, but with huge geographical differences. *world map coming soon*
The most important difference has to be another, though - humans are by far not the only intelligent species... and by no means the dominating one.
*Just a quick overview for now*
Anima and Elder races go by dragon law, executed by the Sentinel Dragons. Some of the Immortal races have in
Blue Exorcist FF: Two Breath's Walking - Chapter 5
For the rest of the day, Rin had been asking you so many questions about your life. You told him as much as you could remember, and that seemed to fascinate him.
Due to complications at the school, Mephisto didn't allow you to enter until the following week. You let out a sigh of slight relief, but then you looked over at Rin, who had looked like he just witnessed a murder. He had been waiting so patiently for you to go to school with him, only to wait even longer.
For that extra week, you were left at home while everyone else went to work and school. It was finally Friday. You decided to clean up the house a bit before Rin came home, so you tidied up the place before he walked in.
You were right in the middle of cleaning his room when he came home 2 hours early. You heard the door open so you walked to the room where the front door was, seeing Rin taking off his shoes.
"I'm home", he said loud enough for anyone to hear.
You smiled as he walked in.
"Welcome home, Rin", you greete
Vanilla and the Serperior (Vore)Vanilla and the Serperior (Vore)
NOTES: While it has been a shitty time for me at the moment, I decided to write something to give myself a clear head. Again, I’m having myself a break from work as if I wanted to quit. But I realized my crew is very dependable on me and they want me to stay. They do care about me. Anyways, enough of my rants over life, this is officially the first time I’m writing something for the Serperior community. I haven’t done it before, but will do my best. If you randomly clicked here, please look at the title very carefully that this contains vore. If this bothers you and you attempted a negative comment, you will be blocked without warning. Thank you and I hope you enjoy. By the way, Happy Easter.
We begin the story at nightfall. It is 10 PM and it is dark outside, and the moon is full like gold. We hear the wind howling across the scene, the grass is rustling, and crickets chirping loudly. The weather condition may be windy, but it&
Joan and her indigestionJoan and her indigestion
Joan Minipocket was having one of the worse days of her life. She was starving to death and to make matters worse, she was working at a company that advertised food products. She had missed her breakfast as she went home early the other night and had to make up the time- which made her miss her lunch break. That day, she was advertising Mexican food, which was something she had never eaten before. The more she talked about it, the more she wanted to try it.
Her small stomach barked loudly. Her face turned red as she saw her colleagues looking at her. Her boss started whispering to some one and Joan started feeling nervous. "What are they talking about?" Joan thought as her stomach was still roaring. *GRRRRRROOOOOOOAAAAANNNN*
Joan hated suspension. Her boss came over to her desk and told her to take a 2 hour break and go some where to eat. Jo
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mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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