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The Bronze LadyThe inventor was lonely. Usually she felt a healthy sense of care and wonder around her cogs and gears, but for some reason, lately, they weren't enough for her. She had to come up with something wonderful. She felt an intense need to make something that would be looked upon with adoration and praise. Or perhaps, she simply needed to kill her loneliness. So, try she did. Her first attempt was somewhat off. The gears didn't turn quite right and the strings kept popping. The piece kept falling apart before it took its first steps. She had to find something better. Lock and pin hinges made the next attempt better, but far from perfect. Any jarring in the steps of the piece and yet again, it would fall apart.
Her third and fourth attempts blew up in her face. Literally. She would not stop trying until something went right with the piece she was fashioning. And then, after a few more failed attempts and singed eyebrows, she finally got a finished product that had very few flaws. She cleaned
Sonja I don't generally like loud places.It's been that way since I was born. My mom said I'd even hush the cat when she'd cry, because I just had to have my peace. As I grew older, I started to loosen up a little. Let's just say that I wasn't rushing to heavy metal concerts. When I got to be old enough to do anything legally, I started to bar wander. It's like bar hopping without the hangover, because I don't drink. I'd pick a place that I liked the music flowing out of and I'd sit in for a few hours until the noise rose above the music. Then I'd leave. And so on, and so forth. I'd go back to my apartment and take a bath, relaxing as I'd listen closely to the sound of popping bubbles and running water. At work, I'd daydream about what it would be like if I was just like everybody else, and I have to tell you something. If the truth is anything like those daydreams, I'm proud to be different.
Thankfully, my parents loved me enough to allow me a pass on major holid
Repayment for Sis Vaia The dancing girl was resting on the pillows. It wasn't time to regale the king yet. Though she had an idea of what he would want, she didn't want to be presumptuous and spoil her performance. Nor did she wish to lose her pretty head from where it sat upon her shoulders. The monarch always seemed keen to behead beautiful women if they ceased to impress him the way they once did. That was why this particular lady had kept her best talents hidden. Whether it was in the king's bed or in her regular performance space, she kept her abilities meted out so that he saw her body's beauty and became entranced before she threw in a bit of talent to throw him off the trail of there being more to her than her lovely shape and face. At that point in time, she needed the king to think she was a simple dancing girl. At least her escape plans were coming along nicely enough. She didn't want to hang around forever, after all. She was quite content to do wha
Missing: One White Female Her eyes felt like they were on fire. Who knew that being this lonely would make her eyes react? She'd been watching television all day and now she understood just how bad lonely was supposed to feel. She guessed she'd really done it this time, what with how the woman she loved just dropped everything and left her sitting there on her couch. What had she said? 'When Hell gets a make-over and freezes over?' That sounded about right. Frannie always was a bit on the dramatic side. But that's what she got for being with someone who wrote dramas for a living. She knew Frannie'd be back. She always came back. Every time she left, she used that same line. That apocalyptic line that rang in her ears when her Frannie would shout it at her and slam the door She'd come back. She always did.
So, here she'd sit and wait on Frannie to change her mind like she always did. But after a few d
+ Kiss Me, Baby + I've never really gotten the hang of telling anyone my personal business except my sister and, by this point, she's been dead and buried for ten years at least. I don't know why I did what I did, but looking back on it I don't think I can bring myself to regret the decision. What I can say though is that, without this one action I don't know if I'd even understand half of what my life's been really and truly been about. So, now I'm here, this tape recorder is running, and I get the distinct impression that I should be recounting my experience and I should be making it interesting. Unfortunately that was Diana's forte, not mine. My sister was actually the one person who could have helped me entertain you while pouring out my guts, but I suppose you'll just have to grin and bear it while listening to me.
When I was sixteen year
Slither Happy Soul The slow chill of the music made her body smooth itself out as it danced. She almost felt as though her heart was all in for this dance, as if her heart had decided that its home was no more in her chest than it was beating on the street. As the music hummed within and through her, it seemed as though every fiber of her was singing. Her hands were sighs, her legs whispers, and her head a breeze that none could follow unless they understood it themselves. And if they didn't understand after watching her masterful taking of the whole thing, they never would.
Her hips fluidly rolled, one side to the other, languid and reposed. She felt the movements before they happened and everything was working in tandem for her. Her life was melding with her dancing and, for once, there was something in her life she could handle happening to her. She
Contego (Levi x Abused!Reader) [AU]
You winced as you prodded your digits on your split lip, crimson staining the pad of your fingertips. With shaky hands, you pulled open the dresser's top drawer, reaching in for the pouch which stored your makeup.
This was a daily routine for you; caking your face in makeup to hide the red marks and purple bruises, your bleeding lip, the shadow around your eye.
You swiped the red lipstick across your bottom lip, and the sharp, throbbing pain blossoms. Looking at your reflection, a smile spreads on your face; a perfect, practiced smile across perfect, practiced lips that showed no pain, no suffering.
Before tears could brim up at the corner of your eyes, you stood up and walked to the front door, stepping outside to go through another day of work.
"Oi, what happened to your lip? Looks like someone had punched you," the raven speaks up, slight concern etched upon his visage. He stops arranging the
No Touching (France x Reader)
No Touching (France x Reader)
All Translations are in the description, hope you enjoy!~ :3
“Yes ma chérie?”
“Remove. Your. Hand. From. My. Ass!” you growled before glaring at the Frenchman,
“But it’s so beautiful~” he purred before sliding his other arm around your waist.
Francis, your boyfriend, was kind, loving and affectionate just a little too affectionate, in fact he was so affectionate that some would take it as far as to call him a pervert and you’re the one who had to put up with this so called ‘Pervert’.
Yeah sure at times he could be a little perverted but you wouldn't necessarily call him a pervert just a little… frisky at times and touchy, VERY TOUCHY! And to be honest it was starting to annoy you. You pinched his hand earn
Hotaru (Child!Levi x Teen!Thug!Reader)
(A/N: Mild violence.)
The raindrops made the same disgusting sounds you wanted to forget. Every drip made a sickening "plip", the tempo increasing the faster and faster you ran. You hated the rain- although it was pure in colour, it's existence threatened to throw you back to those times. In fact, it wasn't even raining. Just a bunch of moisture lingering at the top of the underground.
But even if you did get to see the rain, the clouds would forever cry crimson.
Coupled with the sound of gunfire, rain reminded you of death. The death of your only family. Those ear-piercing screams, sounds of torture, human flesh being torn to bits. The worst part of it all? It was a sacrifice to protect you.
Something that could hurt you more than a thousand bitter cuts on your arm.
But it would be something you had to endure anyway; you promised him that you would be home. (f/n) (l/n) was no longer that innocent girl who stood and watched. You made a promise- a glimmer of hope that you would survive.
"Hold still." You commanded, holding your boyfriend's arm with one hand and cleaning the wound on it with the other.
Luciano hissed when the cleaning rag hit his arm, trying to pull his arm away. "That hurts!"
"It's going to hurt a lot more when I smack you if you don't sit still." You snapped, tightening your grip on his arm. He huffed and kept still, wincing every time you touched his arm.
You see, your boyfriend had a tendency to get into fights, usually for stupid reasons, and usually with two of his friends, Kuro and Lutz. They also got quite carried away sometimes, and that usually resulted in one of them getting hurt. This time, however, the fight Luciano had gotten into had been with a guy named Allen, who was pretty tough. Luciano had come out of the fight with a black eye, a swollen cheek, a twisted ankle, a fractured wrist, and a knife wound on his right arm. Needless to say, he'd lost.
"What exactly did you do
Trapped In My Laptop ( Levi x Reader ) AU
(A/N : So this is a special, late birthday gift for :IconTalithestrange:! Happy birthday, Honeybun~~!!! <3)
You were sitting on the couch in your living room, your laptop resting itself on your lap as you typed and typed some comments on DeviantART. You fucking loved Attack on Titan and well your favorite character was Levi. Yes, he was grumpy, loved cleaning and short, but you couldn't help it! He was so perfect in your eyes...
You had to be honest, as much as you loved it, you were tired of reading 'Levi x Reader's. You tried doing the 'Lucid Dreaming' shit to go to the Titan world and fuck Levi, but ended up in a 'Sleep Paralysis'. Maybe it was a bad idea to not read of ways to get out of the fucked up state you were in.
So sleep paralysis basically is a thing when you see the things you are mostly afraid of and you saw a Yaoi pairing that you hated for a single reason, You being madly in love with Levi, Ereri. They basically had sex on top of you and you watched how they d
Human!Freddy X Reader - Barry Bear
"Give it back! Please give it back!"
You cried and begged but it had no effects on the boy in front of you. Tyler, the biggest neighborhood bully, laughed at your despair.
"Oooh, is your little bear friend so important to you?" He inspected the teddy bear in his hands. "How stupid!"
Your eyes watered. Barry was your favourite soft toy. It was your favourite because your beloved grandmother made it for you. You really loved your teddy bear.
The fur of your bear was a beautiful beige. It also had adorable black button eyes. But what you really liked, was the ribbon. A cute red ribbon tied around it's neck and your grandmother even embroidered your name on it.
But some humans tend to be cruel. And Tyler was one of them. He loves to bully the weak and you were an easy prey since you can't defend yourself.
Tyler grinned. "Listen, you little twerp. I'm going to "borrow" your bear." You gasped. "No, please! Don't take Barry away from me!"
"Shut up! You're so annoying!" And with those words, h
Storm [Daddy!Levi x Mommy!Reader]
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJha-_kaBe8 Please listen while you read!)
Underneath the veil of your curtains, you watched the billowing clouds, their hues of grey and black, conceal the solemn ascent of the sun. A sonorous rumble vibrated over the plains, signaling the oncoming storm. The wind quietly disturbed the trees, bending them gently, whisking crumbled leaves from trembling twigs. Once again, you concealed your home from the outside world behind your velvety drapes. Every tiny movement triggered a ghastly ache through your exhausted muscles, consequences of the expedition the day before. But, as you drew closer to the sofa resting at the middle of the room, you took notice of your daughter, Faith and youngest son, Matthias, sprawled over the cushions, faces relaxed, breathing steady. At the front of the fireplace, your eldest, Leon relaxed in his father’s favorite rocking chair, an unknown momentum still pushing it to and fro. Deep purple bruises embedded into each of
Invidia (Vampire!Erwin x Reader) [Victorian!AU]
The freezing rain pours down in droplets, pattering down onto the glass windows, the brick rooftops dancing with spray, and the cold seeping in through the cracks in the stone floor of the manor. The black clouds spat out their beads of water, the puddles on the streets plinking as the rainfall became heavier. Up until now, the once cocktail-blue sky turned into a gloomy gray.
You sulkily gaze outside, listening to the soft murmurs of the rain through the window, a pout finding its way to your lips. You let out a sigh of exasperation.
"I despise parties."
You hear a chuckle behind you, soft footsteps nearing.
"Do it for me, darling," a low voice whispers, causing your mouth to form a deep frown. You tear your gaze away from the windowpane, your eyes now affixed to the blond shuffling about the room.
He wears black trousers and a tailcoat with gleaming silver buttons, the inside lined with a midnig
Sousuke x Reader Through It All
It was starting to get a little late that night, but (Name) didn’t mind too much. Her husband, Sousuke, was usually a little on the late side whenever he had highway patrol, like today. Though for him, all that really meant was another long day.
But none of that really mattered, since none of it was what she was currently focusing on. Rather, it was the adorable little boy who was trying to toddle up to her with those clumsy, chubby baby whale legs she loved so much. And he was already halfway to her.
“Come on, sweetie! You’re almost there, you can do it!!” She cheered him from the stove, where a pot of pasta was currently being boiled. Her son cooed from behind his pacifier, stretching stubby arms out to his mommy. There was a twinkle in those teal eyes that looked just like his father’s.
“Just a little closer buddy, come on!” She cheered him on, crouching down in front of him. She held her arms out to catch him just as he stumbled towards her
Love's Not So... Ch 3
"Harry Potter, sir! Harry Potter, sir! Dobby's caught someone's head in the fireplace, sir!" The house-elf was almost silently squealing with excitement now as he sat on Harry's chest, poking him awake.
Harry had taken to sleeping in his armchair so that Lily could take the bed. She really is growing up so fast. . . Right now, however, he knew more sleep was an option he didn't have. He whispered, "Yes, yes Dobby. Whose head is it?"
"You'll see, sir! You'll see!" Dobby hopped off of Harry's chest and snapped his fingers. Harry's armchair turned completely around and he was staring at the back of Draco Malfoy's blonde coif. Harry was tiredly confused.
"It's all right, Draco. You've been caught. You can turn around."
As Draco turned, his eyes fell upon Lily. Harry couldn't believe his own eyes. There was a look o
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