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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
Teo TorriatteTeo Torriatte
Warnings: Light T-cest.
Characters(Main): Michelangelo, Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael.
Let us cling together as the years go by,
Oh my love, my love.
“Don’t go, Leo,” Michelangelo whispered as he wrapped his arms around Leonardo’s neck, pulling the larger turtle down closer to him. Mikey hid his face in his mate’s neck. Leo closed his eyes and returned the strong embrace, nuzzling the side of Mikey’s head with his beak.
“I have no choice, Mikey. I can’t dishonor Master Splinter, I must go train as he orders. It’s only for a couple of months, Mikey. I’ll be back soon, I promise,” Leo tried to explain, but he knew it would not stop the young turtle’s tears. Leo kissed the top of Mikey’s head, causing Mikey to whimper and his arms tightened around Leo’s neck. Leo gently patted Mikey’s back, trying to sooth him
Back in action pt 1One slow, excruciating step. Then another. Each one taking all her concentration. FireBrandi was moving forward on sheer willpower alone. But her goal was finally in sight. The struggle had seemed endless. It has taken everything she had. She couldn't quit, she could never give up! In the end she had won. It was almost over now.
Another step... Another.. She has arrived. What strength remained disappeared. Brandi fell forward, she thought she could hear the wind whistling past her ears as she fell. With a muffled thud FireBrandi flopped down on the couch in the Guardians lounge. Curling up in a corner she began to snore softly.
A short time later Cedric walked in, "Hey, anybody home?"
A cushion struck him in the face. Cedric blinked in surprise. Peeking over the back of the couch he found Brandi curling up again, an annoyed look on her face.
Poly Girl walked in, "Cedric? Good timing. We just
Evil Stepmother(Redux)Evil Stepmother(Redux)
As Sara stood there in the hot shower lathering soap all over her body, she felt every inch of her massive weight gain. Her large breasts, her thick thighs that touched almost all the way to her knees, her bloated flabby belly hanging down heavily, and her widened butt all felt so soft and equally engorged with her unintended gluttony. She stood there toweling off from her shower when she realized she forgot her clothes in her room. Embarrassed of her weight and fearing more humiliation from Evelyn she sat in the bathroom and thought of what lead her to this grief.
It was not more than a year ago Sara was out of a job and dropped out of college due to lack of money, she moved in with her father(Jim) and stepmother(Evelyn). Sara was always a perky and happy person in school, but after living with Evelyn and her strict rules her happiness was replaced with sadness and her perky nature with a somber reflection of her past life. Sara had to do what Evelyn said if she
Onyx's Choice: Start
Part 1 (Start)
Work has become increasingly hard to come by. Most cities and city-states have enough willing bodies and readily turn away individuals like yourself; but Stonebridge has proven itself to be different, to be ready and able to take on new artisans to fuel its booming economy.
Unfortunately, “artisan” implies some form of skilled labor. Untrained and inexperienced, you have only one career path available to you – one that those of your disposition have inherited generation after generation: mercenary work. It doesn’t take much to lob a sword at someone; and by the same logic, it takes an equally low about of training to lob a sword at something.
Kelly, the Lord of Stonebridge, singled you out personally with an assignment the moment you passed through the gates. The details were unquestionably vague: there was a creature that lived a few miles west of the city that was causing problems for the populace. For all he told you it could be a rabid
Tainted Love: Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Opening Up
Warnings: Light T-cest.
Universe: AU - Angels and Demons.
Characters(Main): Demon Leonardo, Angel Michelangelo, Demon Usagi.
Very little was said between the two turtles. Neither one of them knew what to say or do. They shared small smiles and gestures, letting each other know that they were comfortable but still a little unsure. Leonardo wanted nothing more than to apologize for his actions last night, while Michelangelo thought of every question he wanted to ask Leo.
They hadn’t moved since Mikey woke up. Leo was still sitting on the bed next to Mikey, leaning back against the headboard of the bed, his legs stretched out in front of him in a relaxing manner. Mikey was also leaning up against the headboard, his lower half still hiding under the covers and Leo’s shirt wrapped around him, keeping him nice and warm.
Mikey’s eyes widened as he heard Leo inhale d
Toon link x Reader Would you, maybe, like me?
Would you, maybe, like me?
Link belongs to Nintendo. You belong to you.
"Hoooyyy!! (Your name)-chan! Wait up!" A higher, chirpy sort of voice met your ears. Turning, you looked down to see none other than Toon Link, or Linkie as you internally called him, face plant into your thigh and stumble backwards. "Oof!" He mumbled, falling onto his butt. "H-hey, kid." You mumbled, glancing to the side a little. Standing up, the boy, who was surprisingly your age, grinned. "What're you doing today? I thought we could go watch Kargoraks or something -- Oh wait, never mind, I forgot I got rid of all of them! They can't steal your lunch money anymore!" He chirped once more, blushing a little. Driving a species, no matter it's intent, to extinction wasn't exactly… alluring. "G-Gee, thanks I guess. Sorry, I'm busy today. See ya, kid." You said, turning and walking away
Summary of EncephalonWAYWARD CITY-
sky: the darkest of red with jet black clouds. night and day are no different. the only weather change is when it rains... if it rains, you better stay in your house, especially if you're an Other.
rain: appears to be blood, which isn't uncommon in the city, but the rain is a sign of danger. if it starts to rain, get inside a building and lock AND block all entrances and windows, especially if you're an Other (as mentioned above). the reason is, when it rains, it summons a swarm of very strange and frightening spirits unlike anyone has ever seen. they're called collectors, and are said to come from hell itself. they wear black cloaks, resembling dementors from harry potter, except they can only hover a few inches off the ground. their hoods never come down, and you never see their faces. however, when close to its prey, incredibly long silver hair snakes out from beneath the hood and slowly flows toward the victim. if touched, the victim will be tangled in the hair, and t
The Sixth Clan Chapt.8 Blue-grey clouds rolled over the full moon, still not preventing it to shine brightly into the hollow. Firepaw raised his muzzle towards the dark sky as he prepared anxiously for the Gathering.
"I wonder what's keeping everyone", protested Dewpaw, the smell of skunk still slightly lingering from his dark pelt. "I don't want ThunderClan to be the last to arrive".
Lilypaw sat beside the smaller apprentice. "We've still got plenty of time", she reassured. "It's hardly even dark".
Firepaw gave his shoulder a nervous lick, timid about facing different apprentices from different Clans. At the time of the Gathering, he was going to meet cats from different Clans. He would bond, chat, boast about his first catch and compare moves, knowing that one day he would met them face-to-face in battle with unsheathed claws. Will I even make an enemy tonight?
The bramble tendrils of the apprentices den rustled, an
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Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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