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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
Sentiment (Loki X Reader)
~5 years old~
“All hail king Loki!” You cried as you knelt before him on the grass.
He smiled. “Thank you my loyal subject! You may rise!”
You giggled and stood up before laying on your back on the grassy hill. Staring at the sky. Loki did the same. You looked over at him and held his hand.
“One day you’re gonna be king. I know it.” You said as you stared in his eyes.
“And when I am you’re gonna be my queen.”
You smiled and looked up at the sky. “We’re gonna be together forever right Loki?”
“Forever and always (Y/n)....Oh and by the way I made you something! With magic my mom taught me!”
You sat up. “You did?”
“Yeah! Here!” He said handing you a small gold ring, surrounded by emeralds.
You grinned and put it on your right hand. Loki then teleported it on your left ring finger.
“So people know you’re mine” He s
Misunderstood!France X Reader: I'm Not A Rapist 8
“So based on what I have been told, you punched a girl in her stomach because you deemed her to be aggressive and a threat to yourself when she made a statement to you that you disagreed with,” said one of your school deans, subconsciously tapping a pen against his desk. “You had been called in to his office not long after you arrived at school and were currently sitting in the somewhat small chair in front of him, staring directly into his eyes with a blank, emotionless stare. “As a result of your aggressive behavior she had fallen on the ground and received injuries to her elbows as well as her legs. Care to explain why you thought it was right to punch her in the stomach?”
“I did not punch her in the stomach!” you blurted out, your blank gaze immediately filling with shock and anger. “Most of what you said to me is a bunch of lies. Who told you this?”
“The girl you injured as well as two of her friends,” the dean answ
South Korea x Reader - Pray For
A tribute to the Sewol victims and their friends and families in South Korea.
Links and information can be found in the description.
"Yong Soo... Yong Soo, please, you have to eat..."
The words that left your mouth coated in the desperate sound of your voice seemed to have no effect on the Korean man, for instead it seemed to mingle together with the hundreds of unheard screams and grief-stricken wails that lingered and echoed in the confines of his mind. Your voice was nothing but another bruise to his already battered state, tearing open the still fresh wound.
You eyed him for a response, for anything – maybe a small movement, such as a slight perk of his ears or a subtle twitch – anything to let you know that he'd acknowledged your words, but there he remained, hunched over on the couch like a statue with his face buried in his palms.
"Yong Soo..." His name was constantly uttered by you, more often than not being said in every sentence as you approac
Bunny!England x Reader- Easter from the Heart
This is the second part of the Easter story I made from 2013- if you wish to read the first part before getting to this, part one can be found in the description. Thank you, and Happy Easter!
"Happy Easter, _________!"
Indeed, today had been April nineteenth, the day where children all around the world would hop out of bed to go in search of the baskets the well known rabbit had hid for them the night before- their little hands dunking hardboiled eggs that had been prepared that morning into cups of colored water, instantly drawing little faces on them afterwards to give the appearance that they had been alive. Today was the candy filled, egg hunting day known as Easter, a national holiday that had been a tad more refreshing than that of Valentines, where everyone showed their love for others by buying stuffed animals and chocolates that would be neglected and eaten, or St. Pactricks day, everything you can possibly think of being decked out in shades of green,
Rogue (WinterSoldierxChild!Reader) One-ShotViolin music along with the gentle sound of a piano’s melody was heard over the video of the girl that was on the large, plasma screen before them. The Winter Soldier looked at the child with a quizzical expression on his face. His eyes squinted down on your closed ones, that hid the blank (e/c) eyes that he had seen once before they dragged you in here.
“What’s with the music?” Alexander asked baffled as he strolled into the room.
“She asked for classical music to played, sir,” one of the agents responded. “It apparently calms her.”
“Well that makes sense. We do want her calm,” he said.
You were supposedly an experiment gone wrong. Created by mad Russian scientists, you eventually rose up against them and went rogue. Judging by the many scars and needle marks along your arms, the Winter Soldier could see that they had tried their best to keep you under control. That didn’t stop you however.
The powers they had given you
We Fight Together (HiccupxReader) One-ShotThe sound of rocks crashing upon the island of Berk, mixed with the roars of dragons was heard. The black sky was covered in thick, grey smoke that made your lungs burn each time you inhaled. You tried to stay focused, tried to keep on running as your boots became covered with mud. The village houses had been set ablaze. Some were caused by the dragons who missed a target by accident, the others had been set on fire by the enemy.
Your eyes darted left and right, searching for your friends and most importantly, the one you loved with all your heart, Hiccup. Due to all your running, your (h/c) hair stuck to your forehead with sweat and your heart was threatening to burst out of your chest. But you couldn’t stop running. Not now when Berk was under attack.
The Outcasts had gathered up their strength and were now currently attacking with Alvin the Treacherous as their leader. You cursed underneath your breath and you dived to the ground in front of you in order to avoid being hit wit
Norway x Reader: Actions Speak Louder Than Words*Squeeze* "GAH! What the he-" *Poke* "Um, please sto-" *Squeeze*
______ glares at her friend from the coffee table, him on the couch and her on the floor. "Lukas.", ______ warns in a deadly tone. It was a normal day in the (l/n) household, well, except for an unexpected visit from a certain Norwegian. Lukas lets out a flicker of a smile, but it disappeared just as quickly as it came. "Yes?", he asks, with that same monotone voice. He mentally smirks, but kept up the infamous poker face.
"Stop poking meeeeee. I need to finish my book", she pouts as she held (f/b) up, him noting that she looked cute like that. Lukas ignores the command and squeezes her cheek again. "Hey, ______? Do you know the phrase, 'Actions speak louder than words'?" ________ looks at him strangely, but nods slowly.
"Well, what do you think this is telling you?", he asks, and gently pokes her on the arm. She scowls and swats his hand away. "I'm fun to annoy?", she tries, the annoyance clear
Winter Soldier x Reader: Oblivion (Prologue)The night was silent. Inky black clouds broiled in the sky, blotting out the moon and stars. The air around you was thick with a sort of tension that heated summer nights like this seemed to come with. In the distance, flames burned, casting a red haze across the sky. But why?
Your companion carried another on his back, the red head had not yet woken from her unconscious state. You carried the man's shield on your right hand, tired eyes trying to focus on the empty road ahead of you.
Your foot caught on a stray stone, sending you stumbling forward. You quickly righted yourself, glancing back at the blonde, who gave you a silent look of question. You gave a small nod in return, eyes looking forward down the road.
“We need to find somewhere to crash” He muttered loud enough to hear. “We won't get back to DC in this shape.”
You nodded, murmuring an agreement before continuing to walk down the deserted road. It was several minutes bef
HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug? - Canada
His room was only a few doors down from yours, room number 221. Matthew Williams or Canada was staying in that room. He wasn’t noticed much but you almost always talked to him, to make him feel included. You knew how he felt since you were once like that, an almost unnoticed country. So you were sure he wouldn’t mind you if you did pay him a visit this late at night and he’d be happy to help you out.
You reached his room and knocked three times on the door. Creaking and a muffled sigh could be heard from the room. You knocked again, this time slightly louder.
“If he doesn’t answer I’ll just go back and deal with this on my own,” you mumbled to yourself. “It couldn’t be that bad.”
Thankfully you heard a yawn followed by footsteps walking towards the door. The door opened to reveal a half asleep Canada. His blond hair was ruffled, glasses were askew and he was wear a white shirt with. . .
“Oh _____!” He squeaked and
Love's Not So... Ch 5
"A Muggle? Draco, I'd have never thought. . ."
" Of course you wouldn't have. That's what made Nadia so perfect! No one would ever suspect a Malfoy of being so perfectly matched with a Muggle, now would they? It was so easy to make excuses to see her. . .and be with her. I was free with her, Potter. Free. D'you know how wonderful that feels?" Draco's head was cocked to the side now and Harry could make out the remains of his crying.
"But then why did you - ?"
"Leave the baby on your front stoop? Oh, come off it Potter. You already know the answer to that. Think for once."
Harry sat back in the chair and confusion littered his face. He sat so long, he found absolutely no explanation for it. He turned back to Malfoy and said, "Honestly. I don't understand why."
"Oh fine. Be thick. It's because I knew you'd be able to take care of her,
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