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Nordics x Reader Our Happy Little Fami- WAIT WHAT?Nordics x Child!Reader Our Happy Little Fami- WAIT WHAT?
Note*= This is a Prologue.

        You were walking with excitement in every step, you were skipping a little with how much excitement was filling through your small 5 year old body. Your older brother, Emil was taking you to the park for a special surprise that he had promised would  be there. Through, you wouldn't say that you were 5 anymore, today was your birthday and Emil declared he was taking you to the park, considering he was the youngest male out of the 5 Nordics.

        Just the park was in sight you ran over there, but slow enough to were Emil could keep an eye on you,
PorcelainDiane’s hand crashed hard into the porcelain as her knees hit the ground in front of her perfectly white toilet. She had over done it, she realised. She retched again and vomited into the bowl trying not to let the acrid smell fill her lungs because that smell often made her vomit again. She had been feeling rough for a couple of days but had decided to distract herself by cleaning, the kitchen was done but when it came to bleaching the bathroom the enclosed space made the cloying scent had seemed magnified somehow and it had stuck to the back of her throat until she had coughed it out. She was sick.
She was sick and she hated to be sick. She pulled the plastic toilet seat down and rested her arm on it so she could lay her cheek against her wrist. She felt the tears streaking over her hand and it tickled unpleasantly, but she was exhausted from the exertion of being so drastically unwell, so she did not move.
Eventually she knew she would have to get up. Warren would be home soon
Dance I'm a kitty cat~ Denmark x Reader
 (Name) Pulled her keys out of her bag and unlocked her best friend’s home, as she entered she heard several thumps and assumed it was Mathias and a certain Norwegian man fighting.

Correction; it was probably Lukas choking Mathias with his own tie. With a sigh she set down the cake she had brought over for Emil’s birthday.

Just then (Name) heard her name called and heard a small thump coming from the stairs. Walking over she spotted something that immediately made her cry out in surprise.

“M-mathias!?” She stared at the male climbing down the stairs one by one like they were a cliff. He was now about 2 ½ in
Reader x Sollux: Hanging in: part one-- defenselessHackie [ dH ] began pestering  twinArmageddons [ tA ] at 07 : 56 P.M --
dH: guESS WHO GOT AN A ON THEIR REPORT~!
tA: you?
dH: biNGO!
tA: 2houldnt you be, ii dunno, not wiith that 2creen name anymore?
dH: yeAH...
tA: and drop the quiirk?
dH: i lIKE IT
tA: youre a very uniique human, ___.
dH: i'vE BEEN TOLD. *DH chuckles at Sollux, grinning sheepishly*
tA: you talk two nepeta  lot, dont you?
dH: ...yeAH.
tA: ii'm not complaiiniing, ju2t a 2iimple 2ugge2tiion that you 2hould hang out wiith other people.
dH: arE YOU SUGGESTING SOMETHING?
You popped homemade deep-fried chocolate coated sugar doughnut holes into your mouth, watching the screen as the little flashy text thing blinked. Your mouth quivered and you yawned, glancing over to your electronic clock. Make that NEW HOLOGRAPHIC clock, thanks to Aradia. Best moirail? Certainly!
8:12 P.M, March 12th, 2013. School out for spring break, go back on next Tuesday, one week from now. Sl
Blame It On September. [Male!Ukraine x Reader]I can still see you standing there
Summer tangled in your hair
First week of July
First day of my life

It’s been a day since I’ve landed here in Kiev. Today is July 1 and I’m sure I need to do something because my parents kicked me out of the house today. They wanted me to tour the countryside that was a few minute trip from my place.

All I have is my iPod, a cellphone, my camera and some money in my backpack. I leaned by the window and took a light nap.

My voice shook when I said hello
And from that word, we couldn't take it slow
I still can't believe
The way you looked at me

I opened my eyes and I was near to my destin
ImmortalWarnings: None
Rating: All Ages

OMG, I LOVE YOUR VOICE U SOUND SO HOT! ;)

Why don’t you just fess up and show us what you look like?

Can I make love to your voice?
Hetalia X Reader Todays MenuHetalia X Reader Today’s Menu

You wheel yourself calmly down the street. As you are moving your mind starts to think about your situation. Your name is (name). You live alone in your parents’ old house. Sometimes you find it hard to believe you were living an ordinary life. But then something happened and later your doctor told you, you had a genetic disease. It would slowly destroy your body. At this point you were alone. Your parents both passed away all your friends were busy with their lives. All you had was large inheritance your parent left you. It was more than enough for you to live happily but you didn’t want that.
ImmortalTitle: Immortal
Rating: I don't know..
 But I know there's not really any violence...
And I don't think there's swearing in it..
There's no smut in it either.. so..
Words:  936
 
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
 
Have you ever thought about immortality? 
Well then I can't blame you.  People been thinking about it, how that they could never grow old, never worry about death. 
But that's the bright part about it.  But when there's an up.. There's a down. 
 
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
---Years ago---
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
 
Turning a page with only a few fingers, the 10 year old masked boy known as Cry was under a tree, scanning each and every word. 
"What are you reading about?" 
Cry looked up to see his friend, Pewdie.
"Immortality."  Cry simply replied. 
"Cool."  Pewdie said.  "But I got something to show you!"
Pewdie grabbed Cry's hand as he dragged Cry away from the tree.
England X ReaderYou wander down the hall of the conference hall. You mind is a jumble, the main thing on you mind is that England is here. You’ve had a crush on him for a while. You look up and see America standing in the hall. Maybe he can help you sort out your feelings.

“America” you shout waving

America looks at you and waves back. As you make your way toward him it occurs to you that America also has feelings for England. When you stand in front of America you mind is blank.

“Is there something you wanted to talk to me about” asks America

“Ah oh it’s nothing” you stutter as you start to walk away

&ldq
Reader x Sollux: Hanging in: Part two"HURRY UUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!" Collin practically shouted at you and you groaned, flinging a dollar coin at him from under your bed.
"I AM hurrying!" you spat back at him, digging through more stuff.
"Well get more money. One dollar won't bu churros for four people!"
"Try two humans, a troll, and a half-robot, half-human." Melody said, petting your brother on the back.
"I found twenty bucks." you said, popping back out and waving the bill in the air.
"Perfect!" Melody chimed, taking it and putting it into her jeans pocket, swiping the coin from Collin. "Also, new message."
-- twinArmageddons [ tA ] began pestering defenselessHackie[ dH ] at 12 : 07 P.M --
tA: ii've been 2tandiing at your door for liike ten miinute2. what are you doiing?
dH: noTHING IMPORtANT. WE'LL BE OUT THERE IN A MINUTE.
tA: 'we'?
dH: i'lL EXPLAIN LATER.
tA: 2ure, whatever.
-- twinArmageddons [ tA ] ceased pestering defenselessHackie[ dH ] at 12 : 10 P.M --
"Shall
Eric's Mom Eric was walking with Bird Bones down the sidewalk and around the street corner to his house. At lunch time, Bird Bones invited herself over, as usual, because she didn't want her parents knowing that she had spilled spaghetti on her shirt during lunch time. She told Eric she would just blame it on him if her parents asked her about it later. To this, he rolled his eyes, but deep down enjoyed the idea of future company that day.

Always lonely. So lonely. He was always home alone in his dark, two-story house. Left to do housework and survive on microwave meals and yogurt. His parents owned a business and were constantly gone to meetings in d
Rebecca's Ransom“mmmppphhh…” Rebecca groaned into her gag. The 19-year old girl sat on a hard wooden chair…somewhere. In all honesty, she had no idea where she was. A thick scarf was tied across her eyes, keeping her in the darkness. She’s had it on when she was brought here, and she’d had it on in the two days since then. Another scarf was pulled between her teeth, muffling her whimpers. It was only removed when they fed her, twice a day, one of her captors feeding the helpless girl.  
Rebecca’s arms were lashed to the arms of the chair with rope. Her feet were similarly tied to the chair legs. Each coil of rope,
MuteThere's nothing too horrible in here in my opinion, but some things don't bother me as much as they do others so... I'll just go with 12+ rating-wise. No pairings.

~~

The light on the computer screen slowly petered out for the night as Cry took his headphones off his head and rested them on the desk. The last recording session wasn't very exciting... or... it was, he just didn't find himself talking all that much, like he usually did.

He didn't want to.

Letting out a long sigh, Cry stepped away from the desk and plopped down onto his bed. He closed his eyes and was asleep before he could stop himself.

That night, Cry dreamed. It was earl
Half!Dragon!King!ChinaxReader - The piece of JadeOnce upon a time, there was a little girl named <y/n>. <y/n> lived a happy life with her mother and father in a little hut next to a tree where peach blossoms would bloom every spring. She would smile and laugh and have fun, and everything was well. 
But one day, <y/n>'s Mother got very sick. 
One day, <y/n>'s mother called <y/n> into her room, where she lay in her bed, looking very pale. 
"<y/n>, I have a special gift for you." Her mother reached under her pillow and pulled out a beautiful piece of green jade, a very important thing to nobles and wealthy people. 
"Promise me, you will keep this, and never, never let it go, no matter how hard things may seem to get." 
<y/n> Nodded and took the piece of jade, and fashioned it into a bracelet. 
"And remember, that I love you. And I always will." 
And then <y/n>'s mother died. 
Soon after that, <y/n>'s father remarried, a woman
No Conductor of LightJohn had finished packing and had set his bag by the door before turning to Sherlock. The detective was sulking in his black armchair, a hair away from yelling at the telly. John walked over, blocking Sherlock’s view. Cupping the other man’s jaw tenderly, John tilted his head up until their eyes met then smiled.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” John asked yet again. “It’s only a small conference. I’m sure you would find it interesting to talk with some of my colleagues.”

“Boring,” Sherlock replied, waving a hand at John. “Besides, I have work here to do. W
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The Last Winter Rose

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The air seems to sparkle with glimmering, unshed tears from above. The universe observes the world from it's pure position, encompassing the night sky and all beyond. The earth trembles, trying to coax warmth into its deepest reaches and highest peaks.

The rose, her petals coated in a glassy sheen, rejoices even as she shivers in the new coat the late December evening as given her. She glitters, her soft pink skin slowly relenting to the unending freeze that now covers her absolutely. The pale moonlight reflects off her body that now shrivels and surrenders to the beautiful onslaught of rain now frozen upon her breast. Even if such sub-zero wrapping is meant to stop the breath she does not breathe, the sheer, momentary glory of her icy wrap makes her death ever-so worth it; no snowflake would dare call themselves more glorious or gorgeous in their frigid fashions than her.

The silky cerise of her face gradually gives in to the harshness of the elements, rust staining her complexion as the cold crystal takes her over: mind, body and soul. But for one fleeting, solitary point in the vastness of time, her summer splendour is won over by the wonders of winter, and the world envies her spotlight, as the moon, glistening in it's own snowy shrug, watches her fall.
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This is my entry for :iconwritten-imagination:'s Prose contest, in which we must choose one of 4 given themes and write prose about them without flat-out telling the reader what it's about. We must do this is less then 300 words.

Then theme I chose for my piece is Ice. This piece is about a single, solitary rose who is revelling in the glamour a coat of ice gives her, even though she seems to know that the cold will kill her quickly. She still rejoices knowing that her beauty will be unrivalled if only for a brief glimpse of time.

This piece is not to be confused with my poem Last of the Winter Roses, though I certainly drew inspiration from it ^.^

Word count, for those interested, is 221...OMG 221BBAKERSTFANGIRLEXPLOSION!!!...erm...*ahem*

My work, please don't claim it as yours, and I love to hear what y'all be thinkin'!!
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*siyeh75 Sep 29, 2012
It came, a floweret bright,
amid the cold of winter,
when half spent was the night.

Lovely...

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*HeadmistressMercedes Sep 29, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Ummmmm I think that you need to publish that lil' poem yourself ^^^...that's really pretty :)
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*siyeh75 Sep 29, 2012
Well, thank you, but those are not my words. They come from a 15th century German Christmas song, "Es ist ein Ros entsprungen." [link] . Your beautiful story reminded me of it.

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*HeadmistressMercedes Sep 29, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
OOOOOH "Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming." I know that one! Ha, should have recognized it. I'm flattered my piece reminds you of it. I kinda actually drew inspiration not only from the poem I wrote a while back, but from this piccy I took about a year ago, here: [link] Taken with my old camera, so the quality is crap, but still.
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~Winged-Wolfie-Chibi Sep 29, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
I really like how you portrayed her as a person and a rose.
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*HeadmistressMercedes Sep 29, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I though it would give the reader a closeness to the character, if you will, that they wouldn't really feel if she were just an inanimate object.

Thanks sweetie :)
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