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In The End: Chapter 1
In The End
A BVB Fanfic
"Here, let me help you." I color the tips of my fingers black and help Andy put his war paint on his face. I don't know how many times I've dreamed of doing this, and now here I am. I take the black ink and draw around his eyes and across his cheek and do a touch up here and here. "Thanks, doll." He smiles back at me and I do all I can to not blush the color of a tomato.
"You're welcome." I murmur before turning him around to face the mirror so he can inspect his makeup himself. With a nod of approval he turns back around and smiles while giving me the thumbs up. I look down to hide the blush on my face and smile. Before I know it, I feel a finger drawing my chin up and I'm looking up at him. "Don't look down, Raven. It looks perfect, really. Just like you." He gives me that heartbreaking smile and leans into kiss me.
I shoot straight up out of my bed and look around, glancing at the numbers on the alarm clock. I groan as the time r
Name Pronunciation: "May-Son"
Name Meaning: "Popularity"
Birthday: July 13
Weight: 120 lbs
Blood Type: O-
Blood Color: Red
Eye Color: Black
Body Type: Skinny looking, built, muscular
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Skater/Emo Style
Abilities: Super human strength, aggressive healing, keen hearing, perfect eye-sight, speed
Skin Tone: White/Pale
Birthmark or Scars: Scars - No birthmarks or scars, but he has a small black celtic cross on the left backside of his neck
Personality: Incredible sweet to girls, easy to get along with, outgoing, but can turn into an emotionless asshole when upset.
Alignment: Almost perfect after becoming a vampire
Emotional Trauma: None that I can think of right now.
Quote/Motto: "I love the night. It's the only time I feel really alive."
Current Life dream: To do everything the world has
Reader x Karkat: WhateverThe date is December 3rd, 2013.
The time: 5:45 a.m.
Everyone is sleeping, save a human named ___ ___ and a troll named Karkat Vantas.
You happened to be the human mentioned.
And, in fact, Karkat is your best friend!
He's also your crush, not that'd you tell him.
At least, that's what it USED to be. You think you've finally gathered the courage to admit it.
Emphasis on think.
You see, Karkat's been acting odd lately.
His usual 'fuck you' attitude was replaced more with a 'go the fuck away; I don't want to talk to anyone' attitude instead.
And, quite literally, it seemed the only word in his vocabulary lately was 'whatever'.
In all seriousness, no matter what you told him, he either did nothing, let out an artificial grunt, or responded with 'whatever'.
You were beginning to question what that word even meant.
"Karkat?" you poked the sleepy troll's shoulder, and he grunted. "I love you..." you said uncertainly.
He grunted again.
"You know I'm serious, right?"
"Karkat. I lov
Air Vents Clint x ReaderAKA Five times you met Clint in the air vents and one time you didn’t
1 When you first moved into the tower
It was hard to believe it had been almost a week since your cousin Tony called to invite you to stay at his tower. It was even harder to believe that it also housed the Avengers for the time being. Of course you had only met Bruce and Steve, seeing as Thor was back in Asgard and everyone’s favorite assassins were on a mission.
“I wonder why Tony made this air vents so large.” You mused aloud as you easily crawled through them. It was like he was asking for you to sneak into his lab and re-paint his Iron Man glittery pink and glittery purple. You were so deep in thought that you never even noticed that somebody was in front of you until they cleared your throat.
“You must be (y/n).”
“That’s me and I’m guessing that you’re Clint.” You replied smiling at him after blowing a stray
France x Male!Reader [Commission for zoe-chan7][Male Name] [Last Name] was the prince of [Kingdom Name]. He was a rather handsome young man, complete with silky [hair colour] locks and dazzling [eye colour] eyes. He was the son of king Roderich Edelstein and Elizaveta Héderváry. Truth be told, he was adopted by the king and queen of [Kingdom Name]. [Male Name] was adopted when he was roughly ten years of age. Just a young, abandoned child. Roderich and Elizaveta had brought him their family, and brought him of them up as a respectable young man. [Male Name] was now eighteen, and was set to marry.
He was engaged to a princess from the neighbouring kingdom. He had never net her before, but he knew her name. She was Alice Kirkland, a Brit. From what [Male Name] was told, she had blonde hair and dazzling green eyes. He had tried to picture her in his mind for quite some time, but he was unable to conjure up a decent image.
He had never wanted this arranged marriage. As soppy as it sounds, he had wanted to marry out o
Loki x (Deaf)Reader One-Shot
Loki x (Deaf)Reader One-Shot
A Fan-Fiction by ketzle
It took all of your willpower not to scream out in agony. The pain was excruciating. All you knew was something knocked you in the head, hard. Now all you felt was the infliction that was brought upon you. You had never felt anything like it. The pain was like a searing fire that pushed its way through your skull. You knew that you were crying, sobbing even, but you couldn’t hear that. You couldn’t even hear your own voice as you comforted yourself.
You screwed open your eyes to see bodies lying motionlessly around you. Cars were turned over on roads and night lamps were bent in places that were not normal. You tried to pick yourself up, but your body refused to move. So, you just lied there and took in the crystal blue sky.
i am alpha and omegaShe stands up, dizzy and drunk. Wonders when her heels came unstrapped, and grips the glass she's got in her hand tighter than she holds her rosary on sleepless nights. Her vision hazy, she trips over her own twisted ankles trying to stand up and pulls the bottom hem of her dress down because her mother taught her two things: One, a lady never shows her ass in public. Two, a lady only drinks the strongest of whiskeys. That was before she had skipped town to pal around with her new boyfriend that had pockets deeper than Lake Baikal, if you know what I'm saying.
The silence is heavy as she slowly makes her way out of whatever hallway she had found herself in, stepping over someone else's body that's marinated in liquor for only god knows how long. It takes an effort not to tumble down the stairs in her shit-faced state, and she barely makes it out alive. There's a door. Opens it. There's a city outside cast in the glow of a purple sunrise,
You're Special (Egypt x Disabled!Reader)
"H-hello?" you asked when you heard a small knock on the door.
"Yes, room service," a quiet voice said behind the door.
"Come in," you said, getting up and trying to find your crutches. Your leg stump began throbbing as you hopped over to the door, opening it. You smiled as a tanned face made its way into your hotel room, pushing a cart in front of him.
You sighed silently as his eyes slowly crept over to your leg stump, bandaged up.
You got that by a boat accident, where a bratty 14-year-old boy crashed into your tiny boat, also causing slight mental retardness.
And you hated it when people questioned or tried to look at your stump.
You were still human, right?
"Thanks for the room service," you grumbled, now grumpy because his eyes were still on your leg. You hopped over to the bed, sitting on it.
"What happened?" the man asked suddenly.
Your eyes widened at the sudden question. Everybody who questioned your stump would either come up to you and have a slight conversation before slow
All I wanted was toast Thor x Reader It was an early windy Monday morning and you were standing in your kitchen with a large grin plastered on your face. You cradled the reason for your happiness in your hands before placing it on the counter. It was Asgardian toast spread and it was awesome. Thor had gotten you hooked to the stuff about a month ago and ever since then you had to have it every morning. With your smile still present on your face as you placed some bread into the toaster and pushed the handle down. Your smile dimmed though when the bread popped back up.
You pushed down once again but the result was the same. Your lips formed into a mini pout while you grabbed the handle for the third time. You slammed it down with as much force as you could muster and smiled in triumph when the bread stayed down, but that quickly turned into a full pout when you heard the dreaded ‘boing’ only a few seconds later.
“Aw, my toaster
Japan x Fem Reader So Long Part 2“I’m so late,” you yelled as you sprinted across the street, “Mr. Kiku, please still be there!” you bumped into a countless number of people and was almost hit by 3 cars before finally reaching the sakura forest, “Hello, is anyone here?!” you called, “Mr. Kiku please, if you’re there answer me! Kiku, no. This is all my fault.” You fell to your knees and started to cry. You cried for a long time before a hand gently lay on your shoulder.
“_____-san?” you opened your eyes, looked up and there he was, at least you thought it was, it was hard to see through your tears.
“K-Kiku?” he gave a small smile and nodded. You were so overjoyed to see him that you that you hugged him and cried tears of joy “Oh Kiku, I was so scared I’d never see you again. I missed you.” Kiku blushed.
You’re in my personar space again.” You laughed as you slowly
Japan X Fem Reader So Long Part 1You woke up in the middle of a sakura tree forest. ‘Where am I,’ you thought. Apart from the teddy bear you had, you were all alone. “Hello,” you asked with your little voice, “is anyone here?” You suddenly heard a rustle in the bush and out popped a little Japanese boy with raven black hair and chocolate brown hair. He looked at you as if he’s never seen a girl before. “Kon’nichiwa,” the boy said “my name is Honda Kiku. What is yours?”
“Oh hello,” you squeaked, “my name is ________.”
“Hajimemshite (nice to meet you) _______-san.” He came out of the bush and bowed away, “My aporogies but I must be going.”
“Wait Mr. Kiku” you came to him and gave him your toy, “I want you to have this.”
“You do? But we just met.”
“Can we meet again here in a few centuries, I really want to be your friend.”
Kimber BioFull name: Kimber Raye Desmond
Hair: Kimber has long black hair that is naturally curly. She keeps it up out of her face and always tied back.
Eye color: Amythest purple
Other physical features: Kimber is short but she can run fast and jump high. Her muscles are extremely toned and she is always in shape. Her small frame makes it easy for her to be flexible and to fit into tight spaces.
Regular wardrobe: Kimber wears short blue jean shorts that are cut off at the bottoms. Her white belt fits over the top of her shorts and she uses it as an accessory. Her shirt is a tank top underneath and her over shirt hangs off of her shoulder on both sides. She doesn't always wear a head band, but when she dances or trains she has a head band she wears.
Weapons: Kimber doesn't use weapons, it's all hand to hand combat for her and it's all up close and personal.
A basic description of who the character is NOW
Kimber is a young girl who is slowly learning the ways of t
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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