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Daughter of the Sea: Chapter 20 Chapter 20: The Plan
I can’t say it felt good, leaving Kat behind, but I could see why it had to be done. I hated myself for thinking it, but it made sense.
As I was getting ready for the rescue mission, I went over my mental checklist. Quiet and light leather armor, check. My gladius, check. Wind powers working, check. The only thing I was wasn’t sure about, my state of mind.
As a child of a wind god, I usually had ADHD even worse than an average demigod. And now my mind was racing so fast I could barely even follow my own thoughts. They were somewhere along the lines of, “Need to get Marcy back. Maybe get pizza later. Kat is trusting you with this. Maybe some mozzarella bread, too. Shut up me. No. We have bigger fish to fry here! Fish and chips works too.”
Daughter of the Sea: Chapter 19 Chapter 19: News
One of the worst things you can do is keep me cooped up when I’m already feeling jumpy. I’m a daughter of Fortuna, and with a mom like that, I tend to influence the luck of people around me. Sometime when I had control over my emotions, I could control the influence and direct it. When my emotions were running amuck, I was doing well if I could steer any misfortune away from my friends. I was not doing well tonight.
Dave tripped as he ducked into the third’s command tent, nearly face-planting into the lit lantern on the ground in the middle of the tent. He had to blow some cold air between him and the ground to redirect his fall.
“Not feeling too well tonight?” He asked, picking himself up. I really loved this dude. My stupid bad-luck mojo had nearly gott
Daughter of the Sea: Chapter 18 Chapter 18: Visiting my Asshole Relatives
I’d passed out right after my captors dissolved us into the shadows. I woke up now lying in a tent with another one of the other prisoners they’d taken and my hands tied behind my back.
“Uuuuuuuuugggghhhhhhh,” was about all the sound I could get out at first.
“Oh,” my new friend said, “You’re awake.”
It took some doing, but I sat up. I
Snaibsel: Wake Up Snaibsel: Wake Up
The view from The Watchtower was always amazing. Tonight they were looking down on the US, the eastern half of which was growing dark. It was something to see, the web of lights slowly extending as more and more of the country grew dark.
Zatanna leaned back into Artemis’s chest a little further, Artemis tightened her arms just a little more around Zee as they stared down at the world they tried to help protect, and just for a moment, both girls felt safe and content.
That, however, wouldn’t last long.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Batman’s voice came from behind the
Character Profile: Mare Baird/Shadow BatShadow Bat:
Real Name: Marian “Mare” Baird
Specialty: Hacking and infiltration.
Combat Style: Fast and acrobatic.
Signature Gadgets: Barbs on her gloves can be electrically charged in a fight.
Costume: A totally black suit of flexible, lightweight body armor, white outline of the standard Bat symbol on her chest, black cape, light gray utility belt, three barbs on each glove in the same style as Batman, mask covering face bellow nose and simple black boots.
Physical Appearance: Five foot five, reddish-brown hair, hazel eyes, solid build, slightly dark Caucasian skin and smooth facial features.
Personality: A very caring person with a firm hand, Mare is a flexible person but sticks to her gut when she’s sure of something. She tends to be quite sarcastic while still knowing where to draw the line.
Civilian Clothing Style: Modest dresser; usually in jeans and a simple T-shirt of various colors.
Quirks: Mare tends to accidently switch words when she’s nervou
Character Profile: Andy King/Dark BatDark Bat:
Real Name: Andrew “Andy” King
Specialty: Hand-to-hand combat and parkour style movement.
Combat Style: Heavy handed and quick footed.
Signature Gadgets: Retractable wrist mounted grappling hooks which pop up from the top of his of gauntlets and batarangs that slide into his palm from the bottom of his gauntlets which may be used as daggers or batarangs.
Costume: Completely back suit of flexible light-weight body armor with a solid white bat symbol on the chest, simple eye mask (inspired by the style used by Batman’s protégés, the Robins), gauntlets with gadget storage, simple black boots and light gray utility belt. No cape.
Physical Appearance: Six feet tall, stocky build, dark brown eyes, black hair, lightly tanned Caucasian skin and smooth facial features.
Personality: Usually calm but easily angered. Aggressive when he is protecting anyone he cares about from verbal or physical abuse, kind and gentle when he can be.
Supermartian: The Language of Burnt Cookies Supermartian: The Language of Burnt Cookies
“Come on,” Wally nagged, “Just do it!”
“I don’t understand why you’re so fascinated by the fact that Cadmus loaded a few major languages in my head,” Conner said, “They’re there. Not much else to tell.”
“Then what’s the harm in speaking in one?” Wally persisted, “I just want to hear what it’d sound like.”
Conner groaned, “Fine, if you’ll just leave me alone about it.” Conner picked out French from his mental library and said, “Heureux maintenant?”
“Was that the freakin
The Daughter of the Sea: Chapter 17 Chapter 17: Panic
Night had fallen and everyone had ducked into their own barracks. Kat and I sat with Amy in a tent that had been set up for the leaders of the Third Cohort, a lantern casting light from the middle of our little circle.
Kat’s face was half lit and she was still in a state that I’d say placed her on the tipping point of a nervous breakdown.
“What happened to them?” Kat’s v
The Child of Wisdom and Battle Chapter 22: Final Chapter 22: Still Not Sure What’s Going On
I woke up, vaguely aware of the fact that I was slung over someone’s shoulder. I felt the extent of my injuries for the first time that day. My left shoulder felt like it had been ripped out of its socket then hastily put back at the wrong angle. The left side of my head throbbed where Ares had hit me. I noticed for the first time that my legs were covered in scratches and scrapes from grazing blows that must’ve just caught me while I was dodging in and out of Ares’s strikes.
In short, everything hurt at least a little. I didn’t even have time to look around or say anything before I dropped off again.
When I really woke up, the scene was all t
France X Sick! Reader - I'll Be There For You
Alright, let's see what I can do~. Hopefully I'll do good.
France X Sick!Reader - I'll Be There For You
You lay in your bed, stomach pains and a constant nauseated feeling. You've already puked twice today and you feel like you don't want to anymore. You sigh and hear a knock at the door. You got up and your head pounded, causing you to hold a hand to it. You walk to the door and open it to reveal your flirty, best friend Francis or better known as the personification of France.
"'Ello (Y/N)! 'Ow are you doing?" Francis asked with the accent that you found pretty cute. Okay you admit, you have a giant slight crush on the Frenchie. "Terrible." You simply replied. "Oh? What's wrong?" He asked. "I'm sick. That's what. I think I have a stomach virus." You replied, grumpily. Sickness messes with your emotions, makes you kind of grumpy.
"Do you 'ave a fever?" Francis asked as you moved aside to let him in and you closed the door. "I dunno to be honest." You replied. "Zhen you must ta
Tarzan [A Signless x Reader fanfic] Chapter 1How the hell did you get to this place? Heck you didn’t know…it was weird and dark and spooky and you swore you heard creatures somewhere.
All you remember was laying on your bed, enjoying a good book and sipping some lovely tea then BAM! You were falling from the sky and landed hard on the greyish ground, clenching your book as if it was going to save you. And on the floor you still laid, before regaining yourself and standing up, wiping off the dirt– or whatever it was off of your being.
“Bloody hell...” You cursed, a deep frown marring your face and your nose crinkling in slight displeasure. Still clenching your book, you took off towards…was it the south or the east? Whatever! You didn’t care about directions, as long as you could find a way out of this place.
You shivered at the night wind, and wrapped the bathrobe around you, since you had forgotten that you were still in a nightgown, and that was indecent for a lady to wear out in publ
Attack on Titan: Erwin x reader x Levi Pt.1There was a feeling of pity in sitting heavy in your stomach.. and your chest. You sat outside of the closed off door and leaned against the frame. The sight was burned into your memory. Erwin had been so covered in blood, no one could tell if it was from a wound of his own or from the comrades falling around him. It was disturbing when a shaky voice called out his name, and he didn't move, he didn't look like he was breathing. Your mind began to swim in hysteria again before you opened your eyes and took a breath. You were safe in the building, he was safe in the building.. He was alive. You honestly struggled to remember how Levi had found the both of you as quickly as he did, but.. Thank God for that little man. A sharp exhale pushed through your lips as you turned around and opened the door quietly, catching sight of Levi sitting on a stool next to a steel bathtub. Erwin still being unconscious, Levi took it upon himself to take care of the commander.
He wore his uniform, onl
Christmas Girlfriend - First Advent
Christmas Girlfriend – First Advent
It was that time of the year again. The Bells were ringing, the snow was falling and everybody was in a great mood.
Of course this accounted for Brian too.
He was humming softly to himself as he was walking down the pedestrian area in the city center. Even though it was still four weeks till Christmas, everybody was already out preparing for the great celebration.
Be it buying presents for their loved ones, enjoying a hot wine punch or taking part in many pre-Christmas activities. Everyone was busy.
Brian grinned to himself, thinking about his parents and his sister and how great it would be to see them again.
He was of medium height, had shoulder long, messy blonde hair and wore a tick leather coat to protect him against the snow. A thick green scarf was fastened around his neck and he wore a similar colored woolen cap.
He stopped at the center of the marketplace and turned for three hundred sixty degrees. The air smelled of hot chocolate, of
Tarzan [A Signless x Reader fanfic] Chapter 2You woke up to someone poking your side and murmuring something in your ear. You groan, swatting the hand away and trying to fall asleep again, only to be poked again much harder this time.
“Okay, okay I’m up!” You groaned, pulling yourself up in a sitting position, eyes droopy and hair bundled up in knots. The creature, you really needed to stop calling him that…it sounded quite rude, stood up and walked over to your book.
You watched him with weary eyes, that was your favorite book and you swore if he caused any harm to it, you were going to hurt him…a lot. He examined the cover, before looking at the contents inside with curious eyes. It was cute…in a way. You sat on the leaf-bed for a few more minutes, watching him as he leafed through the book before a brilliant plan came to mind. You could teach him your language, and then he could teach you…his?
Yes such a brilliant plan! But first you needed to give him a name, just so you wouldn
Husband!Norway X Pregnant!wife!ReaderHusband!Norway x Pregnant!wife!Reader
you sat in the living room with the T/V. on in the background he you weren't watching it, why you may ask, you were focused on your 7 1/2 month pregnant belly with a motherly smile as you ran you hand gently over you large belly,
you were startled out of your trance by the sound of the front door being opened and Lukas you husband walking in out of the snow, being as it was the middle of December and it had sowed at least 6 inches in the past five hours, he took his coat off and hung it up and called "(y/n)?" from the entryway "in the living room" you called back being unable to get up on your own any more, at that moment he walked into the living room "how was work?" you asked looking up at him "busy..." he said looking down at you,
"how are you doing?" he asked "I doing just fine, Tino has been a huge help, I almost got stuck in bed this morning" you said looking up at him, a smile just barely noticeable on his face, "we it's good you're ok" he s
Since the day he hatchedIt was late at night, and the room was completely dark, save for a small flickering candle on a desk beside the nearby window. For many pones, such light wouldn't have been enough to do any real reading, but for Twilight, she'd grown used to it. This was not the first late-night study session she'd done, and it wouldn't be the last. She was occupying herself with her latest book, a tome on all the knowledge ponies had about dragons, the most ferocious creatures known to their kind.
Recent events had made her realise just how little she knew about them. For it was only a few short hours ago that she and her friends, Rarity and Rainbow Dash, had been given a first-hand experience with a few dangerous specimens. But the experience had all been worth it, because now, they'd managed to save one who was very dear to her. Spike, her "number one assistant", who had gone to the dragon migration to find out more about what it meant to be a dragon, as well as to perhaps find others of his family.
The Guardian of the Narford Vale(vore-non fatal-)
The melancholy full moon hung over the night sky like an ever watching god. It cascaded its reflective rays down upon the land that fell silent under its gaze. Tree tops swayed back and forth in a ballet of movement with the rustling of leaves acting as its symphonic instrument. Forest animals slept under the darkened shadows of the towering trees; while avian creatures dreamed peacefully among their high perches.
Deep within The Narford Vale, east of the Verillon Highlands, the once quiet and tranquil night was disrupted by the disturbing sounds of crunching leaves and rasped breathing. Vyncent tiredly pulled himself from the still burning battleground; constantly fighting the never ending fight of survival. His left hand tightly grasped his bladed staff. The amethyst jewel implanted at the end of his weapon glowed like a divine hand that caringly guided him through stressful tribulation.
His right hand and arm cradled the sole reason for his elongated travel a
Romano x Reader Need You Now Romano x Reader Need You Now
Picture perfect memories
scattered all around the floor
you sat in your hotel room on the bed with a box of pictures of you and Lovino, your Italian lover, as tears roll down your cheeks,
reaching for the phone
cause I can't fight it
you look over at the phone on the bed-side table and raise your hand to pick it up and put it to your ear,
and I wonder if I ever cross
your mind for me it happens all
you put it back where it was, and wonder if he's thinking of you...
it's a quarter after one
I'm all alone
and I need you now
you lay on your side looking at the wall as you sobbed, you pulled your knees up to your chest and sobbed in to them,
said I wouldn't call but I
lost all control and I need
you now and I don't know how
I can do with out... I just need
Another shot of whisky
can't stop looking at the door
wishing you'd come sweeping in the
way you did before
he sat in his hotel r
The Mark of Athena, Chapter 2 II
After the ordeal with Terminus was over the four demigods began their descent into Camp Jupiter by rope ladder. Or at least Annabeth, Piper and Leo did, Jason was out of patience (which was saying a lot) so he just jumped and let the wind carry him down to his home. Annabeth got off the ladder, scanned the crowd from the new angle and found Percy again.
He was still with his new friends and she now noticed that he had a Roman tattoo on his forearm; it looked exactly like Jason's except it only featured one line and a trident where Jason's eagle was. He looked over and they locked eyes, she could see it, the look he a
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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