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Each sea has at least one lonely rock that pokes out from the dark blue waters. The one that you claimed your own had it as well. It was a gray, small rock, quietly withstanding storms and waves. You found it one day, while sailing with your best ship. Your crew wasn’t so sure if you should be near it. There were a legends, a lot of them actually. Most said about mermaids, beautiful creatures of the depths, that killed sailors by dragging them under the sea. But when you sailed near it – nothing has happened. At first you were disappointed, then you noticed something on the right side. You would swear that you saw reddish tail th

“What’s a girl like you doing in an apocalypse like this?” The silence was deafening. You had to remind yourself that the stillness was a good thing. No scrapes of limping, fleshless feet against the sidewalk; no groans of the undead; no snarls of a cannibalistic freak of nature within radius of your earshot. The streets were nearly empty, you were alone, and you heard nothing but the wind. This was all good. Except, it didn’t feel that way. Even with your back against the wall of an alley, a handgun in your palm, and a sword strapped to your hip, you still didn’t feel safe. You never did. You were in the mi

Chapter 9: Magical Lessons-Truths masked behind Delusions? Author’s note!~ Hello everyone~ I thought I should let you know as a reminder that {friend’s name} is now Lilith~ For-friend’s-name’s-safety!! So, till next time, a’right? Ba-bye~ Recap-------- “SantoRita-MeitoMeida-RingoJonnaTito-Marlen-…” You spun your head over to look at Arthur, his eyes closed in concentration as he continued to mutter the incantation, “Jacklatoya-JanetteMichael-DumbleDora-TheExplora…..” The little mint air ball was slowly starting to slow down as it hovered high in the air, [e/c] eyes wid

(Germany x Reader) She was strong, but she was alone. She stood tall, but never felt so low. Her people were bold, but separate. It was centuries ago when she was born-no-created. If there had not been a name, the others would simply call her by the most obvious trait she held. Innocence. Years had worn her and the others betrayed her. Trust was not an ability she had anymore. A past of pain wrecked her memory and heart. It was a war that changed the innocence of a child into the cold ruthless adult she was now. Countless countries had tried to claim her for their own and use her for a way to overcome the others. When she rejected any a

Angels in Disguise "Be not inhospitable to strangers, lest they be angels in disguise."                                                                  -Shakespeare & Co. motto --- “C’mon, ya slug bug! Hurry up!” Sage tosses a pair of irked eyes over her shoulder. You’d stoop to retrieve them, but she’d probably only yell at you for wasting time. “Honestly, I don’t understand how you manage it, walking so slow.” In response, you shrug. She huffs and picks up her own pace. You watch her flouncing back as it dances farther and farther ahead of you. You pause to wonder how the two

Bullies!HetaliaXBullied!Reader Chapter 10 Taking a Stand (Name) clutched her books close to her as she and Tino made their way out of the school building. The Finnish teen had called his friends telling them that he would be stopping by the library and wouldn't meet them after school. And after checking to make sure the coast was clear, the two exited the building and made it down the street. "So, you want to stop by a café? I heard there's one with some really good cake." Tino spoke, breaking the silence. "How can you think about cake when your life as you know it is on the line?" Questioned the girl, looking up at the blond as the

Old Doll Doll!Russia x Reader "An old doll contains memories, and these memories will remain."     She had been warned, many times, to stay away from the attic. Her brothers had told her that nothing was there, that it was dangerous to step around, that there were whispers to drive her insane. In the beginning, she had chosen to believe them, not wanting to be cursed by whispers or killed from falling wood.     Being scared of the attic, however, did not cause her to stop thinking about it. Often, she would lay in bed, staring up at the roof above her, wondering what laid between the drywall and the attic. ___ dreamed of mystical things

. :\|~A Hetalian Road-trip~|/: . {Romano\LovinoXReader} I woke up that morning, thankful I had gone to sleep early. Next to me slept my best friend, Mei, while my other best friends, Elizabeta and Victoria, were on my daybed across the room. I sat up and stretched, trying to get the sleep out of my muscles. This morning was the first day of summer, and the first day of our road trip with all our friends. I looked over at my alarm clock. It read seven thirty. I stretched again and gently shook Mei awake. "Mei? Wake up, it's time for breakfast," I called out to her as I carefully crawled out of my bed, thankful that it was already nice and wa