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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
Levi x Reader |To Make A Man Jealous|You let out an irritated noise, as you watched your boyfriend, Levi, who had a more irked expression than you. You were currently curled up on his couch, your bottom lip stuck out in a pout, not enjoying the fact you weren't getting the attention you craved from him. Levi made no effort to say anything, as he continued hurriedly writing with his quill.
You let out a sigh. Then another, and another. Levi's feline gaze went from his paperwork to you, his eyebrows furrowed together in annoyance.
"(Name), if you're just going to sigh like an idiot, I'd recommend to kindly move off your ass and do something productive." Levi half heartedly grumbled to you, and you took note of his thinning patience.
"Whatever," You replied, doing just that, as you got off his small office couch and went to the door. But before you could open it, you cautiously turned around. Levi's eyes were back on his paperwork, his face just as expressionless as always. An idea popped into your mind, as you slowly stroll
Human- (Boxer!Levi x Reader) [AU]
*A/N: Okay, I"m really excited about this fic man! It's another au obviously, but again, the song is what I got this idea from! So, please, listen to the song as you read ;v; and please leave a comment! Boxer Levi here we go!
( X )
He acts like he doesn’t care.
He walks with the air of a haughty mystery—in fact, the rumors surrounding him multiply by the thousands every hour. A vagabond, a sly hero, a pimp, a cheater, a lady’s man, a gentleman (you refused to believe that), and finally underground thug. But his sharp features were devoid of any emotion; steel hues often blank and uncaring, pressed lips sealing any utterance of words, pitch inky hair bold and rebellious against the sheen of his ivory skin. Just the simple normality of his countenance was dangerous, constantly stealing the oxygen from your lips.
And he struck like a viper, his hooks venomous and throws rearing back and aggres
Borrowing (Student!Levi x Shy!Reader) AU [Drabble]
There were some friends you knew well. Others were mere acquaintances. And some would just hit you up for nothing more than to borrow a pencil- Levi being one of them.
By then, the whole friendship structure just collapsed and practically laughed at you for having, well, a bit of a small crush on him. You barely knew each other; it was only during breaks that he would take you from whatever you were doing and asked for paper. Or a pencil. Or your two-page notes on hyperbolic equations. What it was didn’t matter.
You noticed he always came to you- and no one else. It made you feel, special, in a way. Especially after seeing Petra constantly offering him supplies and turning it down.
After taking what he needed he just went over to his own group of friends and you would instantly turn your head in his direction, watching him stride so perfectly away from you. As creepy as it sounded, you took in almost every deta
Dave X Reader
(Y/n) was just relaxing on her bathtub, humming to herself.
She finally was free of work and could relax, so why not take a long, calming bath?
But the peace was cut when she heard her phone vibrate, the girl grunting.
She reached for her phone, and saw that it was her friend and neighbor Dave.
‘hey (Y/n) im bored
where are you and what are you doing’
(Y/n) sighed and answered the male.
‘Home, taking a bath.’
(Y/n) patiently waited for his answer, but as he didn’t say anything, she simply shrugged and placed her phone safely back in its place.
(Y/n) and Dave had met when (Y/n) moved in, and eventually became really good friends, so good that (Y/n) trusted the male a key to her apartment.
Maybe that wasn’t the best idea.
(Y/n) raised an eyebrow as she heard her front door open, followed my loud steps coming closer to her bathroom.
‘Oh hell no-‘
Suddenly, her bathroom door opened do reveal Dave himself, liter
Dawn- (Actor!Levi x Reader) [AU]
*A/N: Listen to the song for sure~ The lyrics of the first part are according to that song!
How long has it been?
The question has an obvious and well tracked answer so Levi doesn’t have to think too hard. Four years and two months. Of course, if you ask anybody what Levi had done in these past four years, there would be no question that he had essentially evolved into an international sensation, propelling forward in his career, topping movie charts, and even exhaling music CDs when a small audience of fans learned he could sing. Singer, predominant actor, and whatever else he happened to be—they advanced to a frightening degree, all originating from one unforgettable decision that created an infinite series of toppling dominoes.
The blue sky is beautiful
but why am I becoming so insignificant and shabby.
As in…you…sacrificed the purity of your
Guardian Angel [Levi x Reader]
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3lWwMHFhnA Please listen to this while you read!)
A throbbing in your head. Heated blood coursing through broken vessels in attempt to revitalize your body. Muscles pinned to the rough surface on which you lay. And pain, an indescribable pain the inflamed upon every breath.
Each sensation your mind detected, and yet, it was still too pinned into the realm of unconsciousness to even fathom your surroundings.
Then, something soft caressed your wounded cheek, light as a feather. It tickled but it was far more desirable than this torture.
Your weakened mind struggled to pull away, but the gravity of your memories succumbed you further into that terrifying darkness. Memories of your final battle at humanity's side sieved through your mind's eye in broken particles; the plastered grins of your foes, screams of your comrades as they faced their deaths, bones crushed by rubble and giant hands, swords digging into thick skin, and red, so much red, so much blood
Demon!Denmark x Angel!Chibi!Reader Prologue
The devil smirked as the woman in front of him screamed in fear. There was nothing anyone can do, no angels could stop him, he was the king of (Europe) demons. He raised his hand to kill the woman, but a flash of light blinded him. He rubbed his eyes and saw that the woman was gone. He growled in frustration.
" How the blazing fires did she get away?" He growled. Then his little servant, Tino ((lol finland, what you doin'?)) stumbled into the ally to the king.
" K-King Matthias, sir..." Tino mumbled nervously. Matthias whipped around, his eyes glowing red with anger and his sharp wolf-like teeth starting to show.
" What is it, Tino?" He asked angrily. Tino shivered.
" Th-There seems to be an n-new angel t-that is young, b-but ve-very strong and cl-clever....." Tino said. Matthias scowled. So it was the little angel.
" Where is it?" Matthias growled. Tino took out his clipboard from his back somehow nervously and looked through the list.
" Th-there's no data, sir. She seems
Dave X Reader
(Y/n) was trying to pay attention to her teacher, but it was hard.
He was just too boring.
The girl yawned and laid her head down, closing her eyes to take a small nap. The teacher wouldn’t notice anyway.
As she was about to fall asleep, she felt something touch her fingertips.
(Y/n) opened her eyes and saw a small note with words written in red, and she knew who it was from.
(Y/n) looked to her side and raised an eyebrow at her friend Dave, who simply pointed to the paper and mouthed ‘for you’.
The girl sighed and picked the note up, reading it.
‘hey (Y/n), ive got a question for you’
(Y/n) sighed yet again and wrote in another small paper, throwing it carefully at Dave who caught it, reading it.
‘What is it? It better be not something about this class ‘cause I’m not paying attention.’
Dave silently chuckled and wrote another note, throwing it at (Y/n).
‘dont worry, its not about that
wanna be my girl
Insecurities-Romano x Reader
Those voices, he knew they didn't speak the truth. He knew you weren't planning on leaving anytime soon...or were you?
He didn't know anymore. Lovino walked over and sat at the table in the kitchen.
"B-Bella, you're not planning on leaving anytime soon, are you?"
You switched your attention from the oven to Lovino, a look of confusion and hurt splattered across your face. "No, why on earth would you ask that, Lovi? Do-Do you want me too?"
That was when he couldn't handle it anymore. Lovino walked over to you, bringing you into a bone crushing embrace, before sinking to the floor.
That was when you heard the sniffling and you felt something wet dripping onto your shoulder blade.
"L-Lovi? H-Hey, what's wrong?" You asked, shocked because you'd never seen your lover so weak.
Then he pulled his head up from your shoulder blade, looking you in the eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm not as good as my brother or that idiota, Antonio. J-just please, don't leave? Ti amo, bella!"
You brought his head b
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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