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Betrayed BloodEvery morning, Bandersnatch escorted me to the fields and every evening, he would take me back to the camp of his pack. Every time, his pack mates would stop in their tracks to watch us leave and arrive again. Their eyes were red and were glimmering with arrogance, hatred and joy, like those of Bandersnatch. I ignored their insults and their snarls. Despite the fact I was their prisoner, I kept my head high. Despite the fact I was deeply ashamed, I didn't spare them a second glance. Despite the fact I had no chance of escaping, I walked with proud strides, imagining my enemies to grovel at my feet, bloodied and begging for mercy. Mercy they wouldn't get. I didn't expect my pack to save me. In my opinion, they should let me live in shame between the rotten spirits that we called our rivals. I knew they wouldn't give me up that easily, as I was their treasure. Their fighting beauty. They would save me like they would save anyone, just to prove their minds were clean from the cruel though
Boundless BandersnatchHer eyes were like the sky. An never-ending blue, tinted with sadness, sweet, sweet sadness. Her fur, silky and soft, carried the color of a starless night. Blacker and more beautiful than the shadow side of the moon. Even the three small scars on her muzzle, forming like a triangle, couldn't affect her beauty. And she was ours. We had snatched her away, right from under the noses of our rivals. The thought of the expressions that would lie on their faces when they realized we had stolen their treasure was enough to thrill me. I wanted to howl to celebrate our victory and to mock with our enemies. I didn't, however.
She was sitting in the grass, not far from me. Simply looking at the bugs flying from flower to flower. It was my task to watch her. She glanced at me with her gorgeous eyes, reminding me once again she was my prisoner. Her pack mates were endless paw steps away and I was known as the fastest runner around these parts. Every effort to escape would be in vain and she knew it
My Prince IX - JunichiEven the thick walls couldn't block the sounds coming from the living room. It sounded like Hanako was quarreling with someone, something that was extremely rare. Even though he spoke softly, I could hear Akihiko as well. He said something about a medium, or I thought he did. It scared me somewhat. A medium? Did he mean me? And why was Hanako yelling at him? Could she see him too?
I feverishly slapped Katashi's hands away from my stomach and jumped from his bed. He wouldn't listen if I told him to stop, I knew that much already.
"Something's going on," I said hastily. Even though I was a little relieved I didn't have to stay with him any longer, I didn't want him to misunderstand either. We were still housemates, friends. Or were we more?
The places where he touched me still burned. I shook my head while I closed my .
Katashi was at the door before me. He opened it and immediately went into the living room.
Ever since the four of us started living under one roof, he had taken res
My Sweet Prince III - KinThe sunrays slowly turned orange. It was already late in the afternoon. My tired feet went on, determined not to turn around. The pain had faded away, but I didn't feel like taking on anymore punishment. Droplets of sweat slid down my face and neck. My shirt was sticking at my back. The sun shone merciless down on my body. Dust flew in my eyes when a car passed me, without lowering its speed. I was about to shout an useless insult at the vehicle, when it stopped. The windows were turned open and three pair eyes looked at me. All boys, around the same age as me.
"Hey, Kin-chan!" one of them yelled. I suddenly recognized them and sighed. It were some of my classmates. I had transferred to their class not very long ago. Actually, they had only seen me once before, when I was introduced by my teacher. I had gotten ill the same day, and stayed away from school a few days.
"Wanna go for a ride, babe?"
Poorly, they were convinced I was a girl. I couldn't blame them, though. It happened awfull
My Sweet Prince II - DaikiSomething cold touched my foot. Now I also felt it on my leg. My eyes flew open when I realized someone was creeping on me. Hanako was probably playing one of her weird games again. I looked up, expecting to see a face. To my surprise, I didn't.
Katashi and Junichi were still in Katashi's room, and Hanako was not around either. But I could still feel the light pressure on my body, like someone with terrible underweight was lying on top of me.
The icy, invisible thing touched my stomach, making me shiver. All the stress of the last days must have caused me to lose my mind. Never thought Akihiko would make me this crazy.
"My sweet prince," I sighed. The hallucination responded, embracing me. I felt cold lips (or at least, I thought it were lips) press against mine. To my surprise, I noticed I kissed back. Or tried. It was like kissing with cool air.
A door flew open. Surprisingly, my illusion didn't end. It still rested on my body, as if it was waiting for me to continue.
"Oh my." Hanako
My Sweet Prince I - AkihikoA soft, everlasting breeze made my white hair sway. It had been white for as long as I could remember, but it had never been so long.
Outside, the moon glowed red. Daiki never closed the curtains. I turned away from the window to look at him. He seemed to sleep peacefully. His golden hair laid diffuse on his pillow. His chest calmly moved as he breathed. His perfect body looked more fragile than glass.
I slowly stepped on his bed. There was no need to be careful. My feet felt lighter than butterflies. I snuggled against him from behind and stroke his cheek. He moaned under the touch of my cold fingers, but didn't wake up. I shove the blanket away from his beautiful upper body and frowned. He was so much skinnier than I remembered him.
He sighed when I put my arms around his waist. "My sweet prince," he muttered, using my old nickname. Akihiko. Bright Prince.
I nibbled on Daiki's ear. He blinked sleepily and turned his head. Whether he didn't really see me or it just didn't penetrate to
Apostate Little GhostWe awoke early. The sun had just begun to rise. We left our cage and waited. The sun slowly rose into the sky. We hated the light.
After the Masters had woken up, the pups were trained. Every time a new one made a single noise, the Cutting Tentacles hit their backs, until we pitied them.
We walked to them. The Masters stepped back. The new ones yapped and whined. We tackled them. We scratched, pushed and crushed them, but never bit. Never barked. Never warned.
When they were too weak to speak, we brought our faces close. "Hush," we said. "Hush." The Masters gave us raisins. We removed our masks and harnesses. We ate, we danced, we sang. The Masters watched. They smacked with their Cutting Tentacles. We didn't listen. Not this time.
I perked my ears. Someone answered our song. But no one heard. I sneaked to the fence. No one saw. An outsider was standing there. No one smelled. She looked at me. No one saw.
Her pelt was white. Like the snow that made me shiver. Her eyes were
Ghosts of OmbraWe crept to the entrance. The windows were dark. The Masters kept sleeping while our nails ticked on the ground. We could hear the footsteps now. A cloud shove before the moon, engulfing us in the shadows.
The group split up behind me, one half going to the left and the other half going to the right. They hid behind the fences and waited. I sneaked up the boulder in the middle of the gate. My harness rattled softly in the wind.
Ten two-legs were approaching the camp. They looked a little like the Masters, but didn't have the same Cutting Tentacles. Their deaf ears didn't hear our paws. Their blind eyes didn't see our silhouettes. I stared at them.
The cloud disappeared and we bathed in the moonlight. The others came closer without making a noise. No growl, snarl or snort escaped our throats. The two-legs stared at our masks. I could see the fear in their eyes.
Ghosts. That's what we were called. The Ghosts of Ombra. We came and faded like the mist.
No sound was made. No face was shown.
Unwanted LoveI breathed heavily. My fingertips slipped a few inches. I helplessly struggled to cling at the ledge, the only thing that kept me from falling into the ravine beneath my feet.
"I don't want to die," I whispered softly. It was true. I still had to discover the meaning of the amulet dangling around my neck. But I couldn't call for help. Idris would be faster than my holy protector. Rabbit would never be there before him.
I cringed when I looked down. The endless depth gaped at me, inviting my sore body hanging above him to join the cool darkness. It was alluring to just let go, not having to worry about Idris or my necklace.
"It looks like you're in trouble."
I slowly looked up. My muscles screamed in silence. My fingers couldn't hold on any longer. They let go.
A strong hand closed around my arm before I could fall. Idris pulled me on the ledge, grinning.
I fell on my knees when Idris released my arm. I gasped, shocked.
"Are you okay?"
(Req) Methods of Communication (Canada x Reader)
"Ahh! Oh no!"
Pausing mid-sip of your drink, you glanced up.
Matthew Williams, probably one of the most discussed guys in your year at college, was standing a ways across from where you swear, beneath a large oak tree that had likely been planted there when the college was first built. Its great height and width stood as a testament to just how much both it and the college itself had grown since their beginning. From the distance you stood, it looked like Matthew had dropped a folding, sending a wad of papers scattered about his sneakered feet like giant, grounded butterflies. He hastily crouched, grabbing at the papers haphazardly, in a desperate attempt to stop them from being swept away by the breeze snaking its way between the buildings, but taking care not to crumple or rip the pages.
One paper, however, missed his frantic fingers and zoomed off, carried away by the air current. You glanced down, jolting slightly in surprise at the paper slapped into the leg of your jeans. Bending
AlliesXDead!Reader: I didn't notice , I love you~At The Allies Meeting..........
Here we are at the Allies' Meeting well it wasn't much of a meeting all of them were just sulking. Why? Its because a girl named (y/n) had died they had accused her of killing Kyra Vaski the personification of Pangea .
Russia smelled like Vodka and the sunflowers he has have all wilted he had spent most of his days at a bar drinking until he passed out.
France had stopped flirting and smelled like vomit like Russia he drank much to his heart Content.
America had stopped calling himself a hero , he didn't even dare to eat a burger like the two he hasn't eaten anything except for beer.
England the man who claimed he was a gentleman and hated it when his brothers came home drunk but now he was drunk himself , he even burned all of his books.
And lastly China the most cheerful and self proclaimed big brother of the Asians was sad but at least he wasn't the worst the only thing he drank was water.......
The Allies were having a m
Reader x Trickster!Nepeta: Egg Coloring"EY YO BITCHIE-"
"Oh my god she's still alive are you kidding me?"
Your name is ___ ___ and your... matesprit, Nepeta Leijon, Tac as you call her, is frantically pounding on your door.
"BITCHIE LEMME IN I REALLY NEED TO MAKE PLANS WITH MEW AND YOUR CUTE BUTT."
"Do we have to?" you groaned. You were literally laying on the floor of your cute little one-story apartment. Your Siamese cat, Simi, licked your nose. Simi was fond of the troll and in return, the troll was fond of Simi.
"Uh. Well not really but I'd sure as hell purrefur mew did." you heard her make a face. "And befur mew ask, no I didn't kill anyone this time. Da po-po let me furreeeeee~" the Trickster chirped.
"Fine." you simply said, wiggling over to the door and sitting up, staring at the oversized wood plank. "What's the password?"
"THERE'S A PASSWORD?!"
You stifled a laugh, merely smirking and standing up, stepping back to dodge the olive blood's attempted tackle-pounce as you opened the door. "Hello t
AmericaxReader - Letting Go Is Never Easy
“Hey, can I talk to you?”
Right there. Definitely. That was the moment I wish I could take back.
We had just gone on our first date two days before. He treated me to a movie with extra buttery popcorn and a sugar cookie from Great American Cookie Company. It was fun, now that I look back on it. We made smart-aleck comments and tried to subdue our laughter throughout the whole movie, and we just talked in his car when we pulled into the driveway in front of my house. We talked about funny stuff we did in grade school, and his cousin was brought up at some point. And at the end of the date, I did something neither one of us expected: I kissed him.
As we were getting out of his car at my house, I leaned over and planted a light kiss on the corner of his mouth. I didn’t know if it was right, considering I had never kissed someone in my entire life. It made me a little apprehensive and shaky when I was stepping inside my house, and for a while I even reprimanded mys
Levi x Reader: After All This Time? (10) It was an early morning. A girl no less than 10 woke up. She yawned in her bed, the early morning rays breaching her small window. She was very beautiful and mature for the early age of 10. But she was sick. Not the sickness which attaches itself to the body though. It was a sickness of the mind. And where sickness thrives, bad things will follow (A/N: Any fans of 'The Hobbit' reading this?'). Under that sweet, adorable exterior; was a dangerous creature.
She went down her bed, quietly as to not wake up her sleeping brother in the other room. She was going to check if her mother was home. Due to her job at the local hospital, she would come home late at times. She approached her parents' room when she heard noises. They were quite familiar to her ears by the time, but she wanted to see if the story was any different. She opened the door slightly, allowing her eyes to take in the scene before her. It was her father, Lewis in bed w
Easter Sexy - TGMy mother buttoned up my shirt, shaking her head because I kept pulling away. I hated having my shirt buttoned up, so I would always undo the buttons. Before I could undo them, my mother handed me a little green weaved basket with my name on the side. Immediately, I knew what time it was and I jumped in place. “Easter eggs, Easter eggs, Easter eggs!”
My mother laughed and my shirt into my jeans, kissing my forehead and standing up, taking my tiny hand. “Yes, it’s time for the Easter egg hunt, and this year we hid more eggs than we have ever done before. So hopefully you get lots and lots of candy.” Her comment just made me pull on her arm harder, wanting her to start moving. “Alright, calm down Jacob.”
Finally, my mother started moving out of the room and where all of my cousins were waiting. I broke away from my mom and ran to my favorite cousin, Elise. We hugged each other and started telling stories while we waited for our aunts and uncles t
A Southern Story: Chelsea at the supermarketHey! How you doing, I haven’t seen you since before the reception!
Aww, that’s good to hear, glad everything’s going okay for you! Me? Oh, I’m just bracing myself for this coming football season. I got stuck in charge of the cheerleaders again, and you know how that turned out LAST year. Put all that effort into getting skinny, ah, well, you know, not quite so hugely fat, and they all looked at me doing that and went back to stuffing their faces.
I’ve already made up my mind, I’m not even going to try this year to make these girls lose any weight. It's down to them, if they want to look good, they can stop stuffing their greedy little faces. If they want to make terrible messes out of themselves, then go ahead, have that fourth plate of nachos. I’m just gonna sit back and let them do it.
We had our first meeting last week and guess who just waltzed in ten minutes late, shoving a Hershey’s bar in her face? Kaitlyn O’Leary, reme
A Southern Story: Tori's RealizationOh, hey.
Ah, nothing much, I just figured, you know. It's a nice day to do some sunbathing, better not waste it. What's up with you? How you been?
Ah, good for you, glad to see SOMEBODY'S been having a good time recently. . .
Ah, no, no, it's nothing big, I've just been having a rough time the past few months.
You probably heard by now, right? Well. . . It's true, I broke 200 pounds. That's old news, though.
You want to know about the most RECENT kick in my super-sized ass? Well. . . Eh, screw it, it's not like you won't hear it from someone else anyway.
I went to the doctor the other day, already knowing I was over 200, I'd weighed myself a few weeks before, and I was something like 202. That was bad, you know, I had a whole “OH MY GOD I BROKE 200!' thing. Elizabeth being Elizabeth, she had to mess with me, throw me a party to celebrate my being fat, but honestly, I kind of chalked it up to, I dunno, natural weight fluctuations or something, but what that doctor was tellin
The Shrine Maiden
It was a cold December night. At an old shrine by a river, drummers beat an ancient rhythm. Lanterns burned brightly, illuminating the paths between the many stalls hastily assembled around it. Children flocked from game to game, an old priest sold protective amulets, and local artists displayed their work. Schoolgirls trilled like songbirds. A young couple shared an order of takoyaki. My stomach rumbled, reminding me I hadn't eaten that day.
At the time, I was a young freeter, drifting from job to job with the seasons. My previous employer had let me go two weeks before the festival, and my savings were running low. Even the internet cafe where I usually slept would become too expensive before long. Needless to say, I hadn't stopped by the festival to sample its overpriced food and souvenirs. I had a different objective in mind.
On most nights, the shrine grounds had no cover to hide a 174-cm man with a backpack. On mos
The First One to Die
"I won't let you go any further."
His words cut through the silence. I looked at him with suspicion.
"What do you think?" I asked a nearby subordinate.
"Judging from the tail, head and stripes, this is a Collkubi, believed to be an extinct specie. Probably the last one of it's kind. Body is made for jumping and fighting. Can't run very fast due it's short legs and long neck. Hunts by jumping from high places and surprising it's prey. Kills by biting in the neck of it's victim while pinning it's nails in the back. Has an incredible stamina and stubbornness. Doesn't give up before it or it's opponent dies," he quickly analyzed.
I nodded and thought for a second.
"What are you doing here? Our business doesn't concern you," I said.
"I'm just protecting what I have to protect."
"And that might be?"
It was clear he wasn't going to retreat, whatever I would say.
"In that case, you'll be the first one to die."
"We shall see," he answered.
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