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Okay, I was bored and didn’t feel like sleeping, so I wrote this. This is dedicated to all the couples out there, which is why I don’t actually use names, instead using a generic “he” and “she”. Warning: may have some slightly graphic content (by that I mean blood, death, et cetera) and extreme sob factor (if ya know what I mean). :P
This world will never be what I expected
And if I don't belong who would have guessed it...

The darkness weighed down on her shoulders, all in itself a tangible thing that pressed its massive self upon her. She strained her eyes, struggling to make out the subtle outlines in the gloom, as fear and panic made her cœur, coeur leap out of her chest. She groped around, hoping something soft would touch her fingertips, even knowing that nothing would. She felt liquid, warm and sticky, manteau her hands, and she choked down the tears that were rising in her throat. Where was he?

No one will ever see this side reflected
And if there's something wrong who would have guessed it?

He struggled to keep his eyes open; the resounding pain as his body clung to its last breath of life was excruciating. He wanted plus than anything to give up, to release the hold and let life slip away, but he still struggled. For her. He let out a weak moan, hopelessly clinging to the thought that if she found him, she could make it stop. No, he knew how to make it stop, he just wasn’t ready to accept that. He needed to see her one last time, before his mind would be swayed. But dammit, could she just find him already? He was already beginning to grow cold, his body weakening as it slowly Lost the battle for life. He shuddered, wrenching his eyes open, as his vision blurred, and the blood still oozed out of the broken shell of his body.

I will not leave alone everything that I own
To make toi feel like it's not too late, it's never too late...

Her breath came in short gasps, as she stumbled onto something soft. She lifted her hands out of the deep puddles of liquid--blood, it had to be blood, but she didn’t want to believe that. She groped around in the darkness, feeling for his outline. Finally her fingers grazed his divisé, split side, his slowly rattling chest, throat, chin, face. She felt him shudder, and she bent down, resting her head on his chest, ignoring the blood and grime accumulated there. She felt his torn shirt, and he gave a soft murmur. Gently, she kissed his cheek, then his lips, as the tears streamed down her face.

Even if I say it'll be alright
Still I hear toi say toi want to end your life...

She was shaking with sobs, and she squeezed her eyes shut, her head still in his lap. Her forehead and shoulder throbbed from her wounds, but she knew her casualties were nothing compared to his. Her mind refused to accept that he, the spark in her life, her greatest joy, was dying, could already be dead. Maybe it was sheer l’amour for him, maybe it was her head injury, but she could see, through her closed eyelids, him there beside her. When she looked up, his gentle face was there, his eyes glimmering like they always did, his hair ruffled, his mouth twitched in a playful smirk. A smile slowly slid across her face, even as she choked on the tears that were pouring down her cheeks and dripping off her chin. It would be alright, he was there. She pictured him stroking her hair, and she almost felt his warm fingers, twirling the strands and brushing against her scalp.

Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late

As the flow of tears began to ebb, the sorrow in her cœur, coeur replaced with a sort of numb happiness, her eyes slowly opened. He was there, she reminded herself. He would always be there. But even as she thought those words, repeated them in her mind, her fantaisie began to slip away, replaced with reality, as cold as the body under her head. She sat up, wailing in agony as she saw his eyes glassed over, their imagined glimmer gone, faded forever. Screaming, she pressed her lips to his, vowing never to wrench them away. Vowing to never let him go.

Even if I say it'll be alright
Still I hear toi say toi want to end your life
Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late...


So, whaddya think? It even made me cry, and I never cry at this kind of stuff. Btws the song is “Never Too Late” par Three Days Grace (my current favori song).
posted by SilverWings13
The endless halls of the immense cathedral were quiet, but not silent. Wind whispered through cracks in the ancient walls and wooden floors, like ghosts seeping in and out of the hallways. Tall stained glass windows allowed in colorful light during the day. The infirmary’s windows, however, were plain glass, and the moonlight filtered into the room as soft white light between shadows. The only color came from a single, small rose stain-glass window high above the door. Nestled in the center of the purple and or petals was a tiny angel. The Angel had its eyes closed and head bowed over the...
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posted by XxKFforeverXx
Fletcher stepped out onto the docking, his hands immediately unbuttoning the dark buttons on his peacoat to get away from the sweltering heat. "Christ.." he mumbled and paused at the black sport car that awaited for him. He opened the tronc and tossed in the suitcase, his bag following afterwards. He hesitated to get into the car but slid into the backseat, side-eyeing the girl that sat across from him. "They send toi to fetch after their rogue son?" He chuckled and crossed his arms. "Your father is very sick, Fletch, a lot has changed in the three years you've been gone." She leaned back in...
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posted by SilverWings13
This totally messes with the ToF timeline, sowwz KFf~

Hailey paused in the doorway, her message dying on her lips. It was rude to spy on someone, but the way his shoulders slumped vers l'avant, vers l’avant with the weight of the world, face hidden in his hand, rigid and still as stone, made her hesitate. "It's not your fault," she stated finally. As expected, he straightened with the emotions wiped from his face. He wouldn't let her see him weak, not now. Even with his shoulder in a sling, his leg mutilated, his neck heavily bandaged, discipline brought a sternest to his posture that made her hesitate to even...
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posted by SilverWings13
 Octavia
Octavia
“Ana, are toi ready?”
The teenager was deaf to her name. Octavia sighed and went to the bedroom where the younger had gone to get dressed. “If you’re getting cold feet, it’s a little late for that—”
She paused in the doorway. Ana stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at her reflection. Her curls bleached coppery blonde from years in the dessert sun, Octavia had referred to Ana’s dark roots to dye her hair its natural dark auburn. The soft waives were tamed into a bun, circled par an elegant braid like a mock crown. A few ringlets escaped to frame Ana’s face, where...
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posted by XxKFforeverXx
Nudge paused as she entered the room, her chattering with the brunette beside her slowing. She rose an eyebrow in confusion at the three siblings laughing and hugging. "There's more of you?" Jaime looked up at the sound and let go, running over and hugging onto her tightly. She blinked before slowly hugging him. 'I'm so confused." Nudge grabbed his shoulder, pushing him back to stare at him, lowering a few inches to get eye level with the boy. "You look just like him, wow." She leaned back up, patting her head as Jack held up the polaroid, snapping a picture of him. "What's your name, kiddo?"...
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posted by SilverWings13
For weeks, the siblings had gone over their plan again and again. Now, as Ana stood in the château bibliothèque leaning against her grandfather’s desk, staring at a geode emitting a holographic model of the room they were invading, she could have recited the plan herself. So she did.
“When I arrive, they’ll check me for weapons at the door, so—“
“You’ll have your Glock on toi since the guards expect it, but you’re prepared to be weaponless anyway,” Ana interrupted. The hologram zoomed in to focus on the front door. Aleksander nodded and continued.
“I’ll go into the room alone,...
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"Noëlle, come inside! Dinner's almost ready!
Michael returned to the pot filling the quant house with the aroma of beef and caramelize onions. He ladled soupe into the ceramic bowls, sprinkled in croutons, and smothered them both in Comté before setting the bowls in the oven. When a pair of bare feet was still absent from the kitchen, the man turned off the four and went back to the cuisine door.
"Noëlle?" he called again. "Mon ange!" No answer came from the flowered front yard ou the marsh lakeland at the bottom of the hill. Instinctively, Michael grabbed his fourreau ceinture and darted out...
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posted by SilverWings13
Aleksander was already awake when his sister knocked on his door. A blue messenger papillon had flown through the cracked window half an heure il y a with an urgent message from the Red Army: the White Army’s leader, Wilhelm Magnus, was expected to attend the neutral Circle’s spring solstice celebration. Aleksander had already received the same news from Magnus’ own daughter and was attempting to explain to the Reds that he had the situation under control--without revealing his communications with the other side.
Even if he had been raised a strategist, playing both sides when he only wanted...
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posted by Robin_Love
WARNING: This is violent. There isn't a happy ending. If toi choose to read, be prepared.




“How long has it been?”
“Almost a month.”
“How is she still alive?! toi a dit she'd be ours within the week!”
“Calm down; we underestimated her. But we won't do that again. She has to break soon. Then we can mold her again.”
“You better or-”
“Or what?! toi don't have any power without us!”
“Don't kill her. toi need her as much as I do.”
“For now. If she proves to be a problem-”
A knock sounded against the heavy metal door. It scratched the door as it was opened. A man walked in, dressed...
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Ana stretched her arms as she sat back in her seat, sighing as she slouched in the tall chair and surveyed the crowded bar. Between the time she had arrived with Callaghan and the time she finished her food, the relaxed dîner crowd had been replaced par rowdy evening drinkers.

There were mostly young adults, couples and friend groups. A teenager in a flowered sun dress cuddled up to a young man in a jean veste and beanie. There was even a band consisting of a violinist, drummer, and guitarist setting up their equipment in the back corner.

Ana returned her attention to her own dîner partner....
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posted by Robin_Love
 Reyna Jackson
Reyna Jackson
Name: Reyna (Ray-na) Jackson
Alias: Hyde
Occupation: Translator; vigilante; student
Powers: Siren Song, Levitation, Abnormal strength, Wings, Mermaid
Weaknesses If she expels too much power, she will pass out. She is not invulnerable to weapons. She can only levitate herself for short periods of time.
Skills/talents: She is fluent in sign language, English, and understands animals.
History: Reyna was born the daughter of a human man and a mermaid. Her parents met young and married. As time went on, her father, in his chercher for scientific recognition, started to go mad. He used his daughter as a...
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posted by SilverWings13
 Cal wished to comfort the torn soul and shield its dying light from further darkness...
Cal wished to comfort the torn soul and shield its dying light from further darkness...
Demon in the Garden

Grey snowflakes danced in the wind. The air stank of burning hair and flesh. In the dark crimson tint of the dessert planet's infamous scarlet moon, pools of blood became inky black puddles reflecting the remains of the courtyard.
Callaghan Rurik could feel the feu at his back as it raged through the army barracks. Screams were whipped to and fro par the ghastly wind, making it impossible to tell if the wails came from behind ou ahead. For ahead the auteur of this macabre scene continued her vengeful tirade. Callaghan's eyes drifted over the dark shapes littering the once...
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posted by SilverWings13
I'm pretty sure no one's actually lire this, but college stuff is stressful af and écriture about murder is much plus reasonable therapy than actually committing murder, so...

Happens right after link

Città dei Canali

Ana kept a firm hand on her brother's arm as they walked away from their escort. Every time she glanced sideways at the blood covered man, he returned her gaze calmly. His composure was meant to be reassuring, but it chilled her to the bone to see such a relaxed reaction after the macabre scene he had created. Eight bodies, cut to pieces par bullets, stabbed to death par daggers....
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posted by XxKFforeverXx
AU for Ciel and Jaime, my friend originally gave me the idea when she mentioned she mentioned a manga and thus, this was born.

Hi! My name is Jaime Adams, and I'm currently sitting in a blood donation center about to have my arm poked and prodded. Quite comical, really.. I hate needles, but I have a disease that causes my bone marrow to produce plus blood cells, called polycythemia vera. I hate coming here, but today is different. Very different. I typically have blood drawn from this cranky old lady who gets annoyed about the fact that I don't like needles. Today, there's this tall, white-haired...
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posted by SilverWings13
précédant parts (I finally named the series to keep it organized because duh):
pt 1: link
pt 1.5: link

Deals After Midnight

Only pools of moonlight streaming down from the clerestory windows offered guidance down the long hallway. Callaghan's boots clicked loudly against the polished floors, making him tense at every step. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the whisper of air that signaled movement to his right.
"Fancy meetin' toi here," purred the feral cat that had materialized par his aide.
"What do toi want, Casey?"
"I just wanted to ensure my favori big brother returned with his prize...which...
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posted by Robin_Love
He resisted the urge to look back. His usual unwavering demeanor was not with him as he walked away. She was on her own from here. It wasn't fair; but neither was what awaited them. He wanted to protect her from it, shelter her from the pain that was to come. But that wasn't his role to play anymore. He grit his teeth and took the last few steps into the one place everything left. No plus voices. No plus fear. Nothing but him and his demons. They hissed and mumbled amongst themselves. He shut his eyes and concentrated. From here on, he'd be tested to his very limit. Everything would be lost....
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posted by XxKFforeverXx
"How did you?" Alex ran her fingers through her hair, shaking her head in disbelief. Her brother looked up, peeling away the plastic off the back of the monitors. Blake chuckled before he began to explain. Blake slid down the snowy bank, looking at the body that was slowly being covered with snow. "Jeez.. Why am I doing this?" The male grumbled, brushing the snow off before lifting the corpse with a grunt. Throwing Fang over his shoulder, he made his way back up the mountain side. "After examining, the nerve endings were so severed that there was no way he'd be able to use his wing, even a...
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salut guys so, I realized that I never continued the story on the Aries Army so, I figured this would be a good way to start off the New year. I also remembered the boss' name which is Akito (smh Khanna. toi had one job.) Well Enjoy and Happy New an to everyone.

4:00am Mount Justice
Khanna just woke up and walks around the place until, she notices Garfield sleeping on the couch. His mouth is wide open and drool is falling out.
"Omg." she snickers and pokes the back of his head.
"It's not a school day. I don't have to wake up yet." he says still sleeping and turns to the other side of the couch....
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posted by XxKFforeverXx
Scott kicked up some sand, looking out over the desert terrain. He slid a châle around him and covered the bottom half of his head, the capuche, hotte covering his usual snowy hair. Goggles were suivant and he looked at the map on his watch, eyes moving back between the electronic and the terrain. "Let's do this.." He mumbled and took a deep breath before the wind began to pick up, scattering sand in every direction. He started off in a slow sprint before picking up the pace, arm holding the face mask in place. Within a few minutes Scotty reached the mur of the School, feeling around before latching his...
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posted by Eclipse-YJ
It should only be 2 parts left after this one so stay tuned :3

TRAITS

-Optimist ou pessimist? Strangle she is an optimist just in a very pessimist way (if that makes sense XD)
-Introvert ou extrovert? Introvert but not in a shy way, in plus of a distant way

-Talents (hidden ou not)? Plays the piano, good story teller and if toi can get her to she not half bad at singing. She helps Zero dance too as she's good at remembering dance steps and her gymnastics helps.

(Things like her fighting styles and knowledge over weapons is what I class as a skill not a talent)

-Extremely skilled at: The piano...
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