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Glory's Side Story: Part 2As Glory regains consciousness, she finds herself in a room at odds with the cold stone of the underground hallway. The walls are smooth and finished, painted a soft alice blue. She lies on soft, new bedclothes in a darker blue, unmarred except for her presence there. Overhead a gauzy white canopy is supported by elegant white bedposts.
The room is tastefully appointed. To the left of the bed is a small study; a roll-top desk, a well-stocked bookcase, and an overstuffed grandfather chair. The door—presumably to freedom—is directly ahead of the bed, down a long stretch of blue carpet. To the right sits a pretty white armoire, touched with accents of gold, and beyond that is a tall window, stretching from floor to ceiling.
And in front of the window stands a boy, arms clasped behind his back as he gazes into the moonless night. From the back, Glory can make up a few details. He is a tall boy, 5'10" or so, and very lank with stilt-like legs, made longer still by the
Glory's Side Story: Part 1As Glory rounds the corner into another empty stone hallway, she hears a voice.
"Hey, you. Girl. Yeah, you—girl with the cloak." It's barely above a whisper, but can't be from a boy much older than she is. He has an accent she can't place. "Don't let the others know you can hear me, okay? Because they can't. For all they know, you're hearing voices in your head. Got it? Just mouth an answer back."
Glory paused, resisting the urge to look back toward the group. Silently, she mouthed back an "okay" and waited for further communication.
"What's your name?" says the voice. It sounds like it's coming behind her, but if she turns to investigate, there's no one there.
Glory smiled habitually at the concept of making introductions even if it was to an invisible person. "Glory," she mouthed, then added, "And you?"
"Glory..." the voice says, thoughtfully. "Like the flower. Morning Glory."
Glory can almost hear the smile in his voice; he gives a small, amused laugh. "You
QMC: Round 2There is so little time. Morpheas leaves her footprints in miles of black sand, boat long abandoned. Three of her ribs are broken; an illusion hides her ruined face. She carries her baby. Between pained breaths, she asks him what kind of person he is. He tells her tales of cowboys, rocket ships and finger paint.
Her body begins to fail. An explanation, an apology, a plea for forgivenessshe has practiced this goodbye many times. But faced with him, she only thinks of one thing:
"I love you."
She hopes it is enough.
Ambulance lights glitter on the jagged teeth of broken windows. A police cordon surrounds the diminishing husk of a primordial nightmare, buried in the remains of 33rd street.
It is a place she tries to forget but visits often in dreams.
"None of this is real, you know." Her husband slouches, hands in his pockets. They wait behind police tape. "You've been deluding yourself. I think it helps you cope."
Here he is neither devil nor a saint, just the truth. She hates it.
QMC: Round 1Even hell can be pretty, she reminds herself. Here, it is her garden re-imagined. Everything is hereher misplaced book, blue pinwheels and the swing her baby boy will grow intobut she can't leave. She walks for hours among delphinium, calling names she knows no one will answer to and looking for an exit that isn't there. Doesn't change the fact it's hell.
She sucks on sunflower seeds as she explores the facsimile of her memories, down to the family pond that's swelled into an ocean so large it touches the horizon. Half-eaten bodies are buried in the tall grassthe pair of swans she feeds on Sundays. Their eggs are smeared across the shoreline.
He has her eyes, her husband's mouth; it is their baby, now a little boy. A thousand leagues away, he waves to her, a make-believe pirate in a pretty white boat.
He is so beautiful.
Her joyful sobs twist into screams as black, horned legs grip the side of the boat.
It rises; naked, craggy body pulsing with e
QMC: Round 0She hopes for a place where he isn't dead. The times he never exists at all are better than when he has been and has been taken from her, his presence reduced to quiet nights with a man relieved to have his life back and two snaps of pine limbs made into a cross.
This in-between place is nice. She paints the walls in yellows and blues and writes "I love you" on the autumn-morning glass. A stray cheerio is helped into her baby boy's mouth. Her husband is the same man from the other worlds, with kinder eyes and a fondness for pillow forts. She adores him.
She feels the pull at the back of her mind constantly now, the dark fingers wrap themselves around her thoughts and beckon her. The first wave of denial comes as constant cups of coffee, and frenzied midnight housecleaning signals her growing fear. Caffeine pills are the last resort. He intervenes.
He takes her to bed. Thumb pressed to one of her dark rimmed eyes, he says, "We'll get those nightmares checked out first thing tomorrow, po
DnD: Sunday Afternoon PromptThe goddess Ehlonna is otherworldly. She sits on an ancient throne of alabaster adorned by years of creeping ivy. A crown of white roses rings her golden head. Between you lay a blanket made of a thousand wildflowers. She gives a gentle smile and beckonsthe loveliest of creatures.
"Do come closer," she says, and you are all too happy to oblige. The stretch of wallflowers, once eternally long, pass in an instant. When you kneel before her, she touches your chin with outstretched fingertips and brings you to meet eyes with her.
Her features are strange and beautiful; not quite elven, not quite human. More perfect than both. Her eyes shine with a soft, blue light, and in her presence you are but a small child in the woods again. She has not been seen for nearly a thousand years.
"I am afraid my time here is short. Without devotion, I have little power," she admits. "But I have come to ask your world of one more favor.
"The Zarans have grown in fearsome power and strength
DnD: Friday Night Session PromptThere is a common misconception that everyone in the Kingdom of Herethmier praises the name of Zarus. This is not true. Though few and far between, there are those that remember the ways before the influence of the God of Humans spread throughout the land.
Jane Steadfast and her husband were among them. The leaders of an underground resistance situated in Port Grimaigne, their operation was simple: Escorting any willing non-humans through the city walls at night and to the docks, providing them with the gold and supplies needed to survive the trip across the sea to Segovia. They were young, but in their short time they sacrificed everything to do what was right. Fortune. Prestige. Friendship. Family. Home. Finally, they gave their lives.
The bomb ripped through their secret meeting place like scissors through silk, killing every last of the 16 members of the underground resistance. Jane's remains were unrecognizable. Mr Steadfast left only a leg behind.
While Herethmier rejoiced at the
DAA - Chapter 1
"Medic!" Dorothy shouted as she kicked in the door to your room. Slinging the unconscious man onto your bed, Dorothy pointed to the victim, her voice incredulous and more than a little peeved. "Shot right in the ass with one of them brain-funnier blow darts, he was! Sort this out while I hunt down the guilty party and fix their flint!"
She's gone before you can speak, and it's up to you to save this man. Between your wits and what you have around, be the best medic you can and save Crewman Morris!
As Dr Petrovna examined the tranquilizer dart currently lodged in the man's posterior, she acknowledged for the tenth time that day that this was not what she had envisioned when she approached Boris about vacation.
His workshop always carried the faint scent of very pungent sandwiches. Tuna, egg salad, garlic, red onions, and the sharp, acidic smell of mustardthe smell permeated everything, like tobacco smoke, but at least the smell of pipe smoke had the decency of
spectator entry chapter 9CHAPTER NINE: ICHABOD
I ate quickly and left Slade in the dining area. I could tell by the rattle of his spoon against his bowl that his anger toward Pecos was still stewing just beneath his skin, waiting to bubble out at the slightest provocation. As you, dear reader, might have gatheredthis is a fight we've fought before, and despite my best attempts I am always found squarely in the middle, playing mother or mediator for two unruly children. That day, I wasn't in the mood for such endeavors. In fact, that day I wasn't in the mood for much of anything, casting worried glances into the reflection of our table's silver kettle, worrying that one time I might catch a glimpse of something truly twisted and broken in the mirror's surface: The black-bleeding headless stump of the hessian.
This game of worrywart continued through the long hallway connected to the dining area, past long and skinny mirrors gilded in shining gold and crystal, but each mirror's image was as it should be. I
Hitman - Assassin!Levi x Reader
“Levi, we’ve received some new information.”
The renowned assassin waited obediently for his orders that were to come. After all, an assassin was nothing more than a tool, and no one wanted a tool that talked freely. If he overstepped his boundaries he was certain another of his kind would be sent to wipe him out – or several, if they were smart.
He looked toward the shadowed figure folding his arms over the desk. “There’s a woman currently hiding out in Japan. [First] [Last] her name is. We’ve gotten word that she’s… got her hands on some government level intelligence.” He interlaced his meaty fingers together and leaned into them. “I need you to take her out, remove the information wherever she’s stored it.”
Levi stared blankly at the pudgy man before him. “How do you know she’s got information?”
“Ah, she told us. Directly. She thought she was being smart, but we managed to track her
2P!USA x Reader x USA: Deadly Attraction [C1]
(Cover art is not mine. Credits go to the original artist. If anyone knows who drew it, please tell me.)
A thousand times, we die in one life.
We crumble, break and tear apart until the layers of illusion are burned away and all that is left,
Is the truth of who and what we really are.
XxXx Prologue xXxX
Why did things have to come to this?
At this point, you don’t even know who you are. Who had you been? Who will you be? And when they release him, will you still be the same person?
You shuddered. You didn’t even want to think about him. You had someone else now. Someone… that you belonged with.
A few months ago, your life took a turn for the worst—in the sharpest way possible. You had never felt more betrayed, lied to, or ignored. It was only natural for you to turn to someone like him.
Someone rebellious. Someone strong. Someone who would protect y
Where I Sit - (Levi x Reader)
( X )
This is the place where I sit,
this is the part where I love you too much.
Levi lets the feathery evening air slip between his raven locks, eyes lazily scanning the surface of the landscape. The professional façade of peace blanketing the land was easily persuasive, but Levi forces a scoff. He can almost see the ghosts of fallen comrades and the shrieks from bouts of terror radiating off the trees. He can feel the ominous aura like burning flames between the foliage. With a grimace, he turns to leave before a flash of glossy short locks catches his eye.
You trot towards the stables, a few horses neighing at your reassuring presence. A ghost of a smile lingers on your lips as you nudge hay under their noses. Levi was slightly confused why at this hour you were tending to the animals. But with a twitch of his mouth he notices the quivering of your shoulders. When you shakily find your way to a tree
Levi x Reader Mornings Drabble"Levi, get up." You murmur to the male next to you. He doesn't reply, just holds you closer to him. Taking in a deep breath of your scent, he mumbles incoherent words.
"Please." You continue to beg on, but to no avail. The stubborn ebony haired man shakes his head.
"Do you not want to stay in bed with me?" He asks, and you sigh.
"You know that's not the case - we have things to do today." You state firmly. As much as you'd love to be here with him, there was just so much to do.
"And you wouldn't want Hanji to barge in on us, and make fun of you, hm?" You press on, and Levi grunts.
"Four eyes won't both us. Just stay." Levi argues. You let out a defeated smile, snuggling up against him. Levi smirks in approval, pulling you closer yet again.
"I thought you hated sappy things?" You questioned as he began kissing your jawline, and he pulled back.
"I thought you loved sappy things?" Levi retorts. You give him a half hearted glare, before closing your eyes, and enjoying the sensation of his
Levi x Alcoholic!Reader - Chandelier
Levi x Alcoholic!Reader
A/N: YAY! In celebration of the return of Dance Moms, here's a songfic! ((If you don't know what I'm talking about read the description))
Warning: Alcohol abuse. Obviously.
Sun is up, I'm a mess
Gotta get out now, gotta run from this
Here comes the shame, here comes the shame
You woke up, head foggy and throbbing. Shit. This was just one day after another. It's hard to believe that you, a squad leader, have lowered yourself as far as partying with fresh-out-of-training cadets. You caved in though because all those sneaky kids had mountains of liqueur. You were suppose to be a leader and keep order, but a few shots into the night and you're out of it. You opened your eyes to see your surroundings. You felt a cold breeze on your body, and noticed you had passed out outside behind the stables. How did you even end up here? You hoped no one had found out you were there, you're rep
Avengers x Bullied!Reader [ONE SHOT]WARNING: This fanfic contains some swearing and the topic of cyber-bullying. You have been warned!
(Y/N) - Your name.
(Y/LN) - Your last name.
(N/N) - Nickname.
(S/T) - Skin tone/colour.
(L/C) - Lip colour.
(H/C) - Hair colour.
'Why is (Y/N) such a whore?'
'Why is she even on this fucking planet?'
'Why doesn't she just top herself off?!!!'
Tears began to well up inside (Y/N)'s eyes as she read the hateful comments she found on a Facebook page which had been put up; the purpose of the page was for (Y/N)'s so called friends to post hateful pictures and messages about her. (Y/N) snapped when she saw a post by someone she was calling a best friend, but now... they were a bully, just like the rest of her classmates.
(Y/N) lowered the top of her laptop, not closing it fully, but the screen had
Yandere!Levi x Reader - Virus of Life
Virus of Life
Yandere!Levi x Reader
Warning: This is some fucked up shit man. Like really fucked up. I don't wanna spoil it, but if you don't like fucked up shit then don't read this.
I can see you but you can't see me
I could touch you and you wouldn't even feel me
Wait a second and you'll settle down
I'm just waiting, 'til you really let your guard down
You were giggling sweetly at the commander, him cracking a joke on how the new cadets look like a bunch of headless chickens running around. Little did you know, you were being watched in the shadows. Jealousy. Such and awful and sick emotion. Anytime you were around another guy, pure jealous would take over. Even though you weren't officially his, he knew you still belong to him, and him alone. Ah, and that feeling. That virus inside of him. He was far past infected at this point. No, this virus was a part of him now. This was part of his identity.
Foreseer (Loki x Reader) Oneshot!Both Princes since a young age had one very important friend they spent all their time with – you. You all grew up together, close to the palace walls. You were not of Royal Blood - though your importance became clear from a very young age. The two brothers remember it very well – even to this day....
The sun was high in Asgard, the warmth was welcoming and the feeling felt – great! Nothing could bring this day down.
You were all young - aged thirteen. Your beauty was already blooming and both Princes had their eyes on you. With your long (h/c) and stunning (e/c) eyes.
The Princes sat down in the Hanging garden, worn out form running and laughing. Thor brushed his growing blo
Oikawa x Reader x Kageyama - What I need [CONTEST]
You saw it with your own eyes. Oikawa Tooru, your boyfriend of three years had cheated on you once again. His flirting ways were getting too much for you lately, every few days the male would flirt with another woman or go out and meet with one.
This time was different.
”Tooru-kun! Where are you?” Walking through the empty halls of Aobajousai, you called out Oikawa’s name to tell him you were not able to make it to his game tomorrow.
Upon walking by a room, you heard female laughter and then a males. Being curious you walked closer to the door to place your ear on it. The females laughter turned into giggles and then slight moans. Feeling slightly more curious to who and what was going on, you slid the door open slightly and moved your eyesight through the small opening.
You saw one of them sitting on a desk while another was standing in between the others legs. Trying to focus on the people you gasped out loud making them back away from each other and look towards
QMC: Round 3Beyond the threshold of the door the world still churns from the attack. The blur of passing trollies and urgent voices signal more arrivals. She wonders how many she didn't save.
But inside Room 108, it is quiet, and the night has painted everything in shades of blue. A bouquet of delphiniums sits on a nearby table. He waits for her.
"Hi, poppy." His voice cracks in the whisper. "I didn't know if you were ever gonna wake up again."
"I wish I hadn't."
The silence between them spans an oceanone large enough that he could fill it with every word he'd never said to her.
"The boys at work pitched in," he tries again, "We bought a headstone for the baby. It's in a real pretty spot, too. I'll take you as soon as you're better."
"Any more reports? Nobody saw me change, did they?" she asked. It was a constant fear.
"No. Doctor Loera took the 'monster' in for an autopsy," he explains. "We've got to send that man a thank-you card."
She looks away from him and to the w
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