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The Alchemist: Chp 1 (Death the Kid x Reader)
Plot: When a trip to a village goes horribly wrong and he falls into the hands of a madman, Kid's only hope is the man's darkest secret hidden in the attic upstairs. A reader x Death the Kid tale.
Outside, the sun began to rise in a burst of oranges, yellows, and reds that reminded you so much of a fire. You watched as the sun slowly crawled over the horizon like a little child, even though you had seen this every morning for the past how many years of your life?
Even though it was common, it reminded you that there still was hope. Though when you stick your hand through the bars of the window and pretend to weave your fingers through the sun's rays, you can't help but wonder what that hope really was.
The door to your dark room slammed open and you jerked your hand back inside and sprung to the nearest corner. In walked Abraham, and you sit there in a ball staring at him with wide eyes.
"Good morning, beautiful!"
You don't respond. In his hand is a plate and your mouth water
Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop (April x Reader)
Looking back, that little coffee shop on the corner of 8th and Macdougal Street had always been there through the good times and bad. It had been there when your father passed away when you were eight and the barista gave you a hot chocolate on the house when she saw you crying. It had been there when you started high school and needed a place to study, and there for you when you had broken up with past girlfriends and celebrated good times. But most importantly, it was there when you met HER.
I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you.
Yes, there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you.
Her name is April O'Neil, and it's weird how you were there at the right place at the right time when she waltzed out of the snow and into your life. You remember how she took down her hood and shook off the snow on her hair, the smile she flashed to no one in particular when the smell of coffee hit her nose, and how her nose crinkled at the heavenly scents of the coffee shop you h
AT-For the BetterMarshall gazed down at the small and chubby figure before him. The body was tucked all around with blankets and its fragile head laid peacefully against the mattress. It was weird for Marshall to think that he was a father to the thing in the crib he hovered in front of. To the creature who resembled and acted like a potato.
The vampire felt his feet touch the ground as he watched over the sleeping infant. Its dark blonde curls boarded his son's face and he was mixed between feeling repulsed and awestruck by the child. It was something he made. It was a piece of him. His and Fionna's legacy.
Beneath the closed eyelids were sparkling blue orbs that had red running through here and there. A reminder that he wasn't fully human nor was he fully a vampire. It was hard to fathom that he wasn't even in his life that time last year. That last year, he was just a man living life with the love of his life and then bam, this thing came along. This parasite that would one day call him 'daddy.'
Teen Titans-Step, Clack, Scuffle, DragStep, clack, scuffle, drag. Those were the noises Jinx got most familiar with in her life. Step, clack, scuffle, drag...
With each step she took, the sound went from disgusting to comforting to her. Before the Hive Five, and before she ever really learned first walk. It was always that particular sound to her.
Step, clack, scuffle, drag as she ran through life blindly, going from one extreme to the next. And not far behind, life seemed to call to her, yet she had always ignored the sing song voice that she felt mocked her on her life's journey.
Then again, Jinx never had been one to look back at past mistakes, thrills, and joys. It was all about the future. It didn't matter which road she took or how long it would take, she just needed to get somewhere. Anywhere.
Step, clack, scuffle, drag.
First it was pick pocketing in the streets as a starving young girl. Jinx recalled how her ribs peeked through her clothing and how frail she had been. The only food source was from stealing or mooc
Code Lyoko: CrumbleWhat once was barren wasteland was now nothing but a rotting, digital sea. With time, the ground would crack and crumble, falling to the mass pit of nothing below to be lost forever.
Staring out at the vast nothingness, Aelita looked in the direction that would have been the Mountain Sector, but knew it was gone. All gone. She could easily turn to look to where the Forest and Ice Sectors would be, but knew they had been disintegrated long ago.
The pink haired girl took a step back, her eyes dipping down to where she had stood and watched as the ground crumbled and fell into the digital sea, never to be seen again, just like the rest of Lyoko.
The girl continued to play that game of standing and stepping away in time for the ground to crumble away. She stared at the sky, her eyes roaming the air as though searching for an answer.
'They'll come for me,' she thought. But she knew they wouldn't. Odd, Yumi and Ulrich had been defeated in battle and dropped to the digital sea. She waited for
Each step felt like there was lead in Donatello's feet. Of course that wasn't the case, but despite what people expected of him, Donatello had a hard time waking up in the morning.
The bathroom he and his brothers shared came into view and the mutant smiled and yawned. He could already hear his brothers in the bathroom as they did their daily morning routine.
The tallest of the ninjas stepped in, feeling the cold tile on his bare feet. Raphael was busy applying an Avon product onto his arm as Michelangelo finished brushing his teeth and reached for some floss. Leonardo grabbed a green towel and prepared to take a shower.
Donatello sighed. Perhaps it was his OCD, but he enjoyed the routine. Waking up, greeting his brothers, getting ready for the day...it was a soothing process that eased Donatello's nerves and stresses that might come up throughout the day.
Soft pitter patter of feet could be heard heading towards the bathroom. A petite figure walked in and stood in front of the sink. D
TMNT-NamelessLush trees flew by as the old family van drove up a bumpy dirt road on the outskirts of New York City. Reed Daniel watched the green blur by, resting his cheek on his hand and his elbow against the window.
He didn't understand why he had to come along with his mother to this old house. Sure his grandmother's death was important to him, but he didn't really know the woman personally. He used to when he was younger, but after getting sucked into school and other activities, he didn't have much time to visit. And frankly, he didn't have much interest. What did an old lady have for him to be entertained by?
The old farmhouse came into view and his mother parked the car under the shade of a tree. She looked over at him. Her curly red hair had been tied neatly into a loose bun and her red brown eyes smiled down on him.
He turned from her, opened the door and stepped out, letting the door shut with a loud 'thud!' Reed had forgotten how nice it was up in the country side. He was always cooped
The ABCs of Leon: L is for LighthouseL is for the lighthouses she had seen in photographs, magazines, and books she often looked at in bookstores when she grew up. There had always been something haunting about them, something beautiful people often overlooked.
Mathilda recalled how the lighthouses could be built in the 1800s and still stand today just as strong as they had before. It didn't matter the weather, didn't matter what nature threw at it, and time meant nothing to the never aging stone. It was incredible, she never could understand how structures like a simple lighthouse could withstand time and nature when buildings down the street were being destroyed every day.
When she met Léon, he resembled a lighthouse to her the more she got to know him. His eyes were always far away, gazing upon some horizon that Mathilda wished she could see but knew she'd never be able to, like sleeping with one eye open, she supposed. It was always to stay focused, to get the job done. No questions, no thoughts, just work.
TMNT-Raph Meets His Match: 1. What Could Go Wrong?
Most days the whispering didn't bother April at all, but there was something about that day that just...got to her. She tried tuning out the hushed voices of prom, dates, other social stuff April honestly couldn't care less about...and then there was Mona Lisa.
April rolled her eyes and slammed her locker shut, wincing at the loud noise it created. Lisa Addams was probably the most popular girl in school, and even though her popularity didn't necessarily bug April, it was the fact that Lisa was such a snob about the art she created and how she STILL managed to maintain not just good grades but to ALSO beat April in the science fair back in middle school.
The bell rang and April nearly jumped out of her skin. She hissed in air and grabbed her book bag from the ground and turned to walk to class. Before she could, April skidded to a stop and nearly gave herself whiplash from turning around so fast.
Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear, April supposed. Lisa had been walking down
Hello. I am Caledonia but you may call me Nikki or Scotty.
When I'm not busy singing you the song of my people, you can find me at any coffee shop in CA, writing in my bat cave of a room, unicycling, or working as a freelance writer. I'm a proud author of a handful of books and short stories and work for a good handful of film studios as a screenwriter and sometimes editor, sound designer, and rarely a director. If you ever want to check out my films, let me know! I'd be gladly to point you in the direction of my films and other talented filmmakers I work for.
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