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It is dark. So dark, you aren't even sure your eyes are open. You stumble blindly in the shadow, head reeling as you try to gain a sense of your surroundings. As you hear something behind you, your head whips around, your brain still convinced you will be able to see. But your eyes met nothing but blackness. Your head turns back ahead and you scramble into a run. Not knowing where you were running to, or what you were running from, or even how fast you were going. You stumble, and your foot lodges into something and you come crashing to the floor. You wheeze trying to catch your breath as pain lances up your foot. How did you even get here? W

(NOTE JASMIN IS IN FACT A MASCULINE VERSION OF JASMINE, I CHECKED, IT'S REAL GUYS ACTUALLY HAVE THE NAME JASMIN, SO NO I'M NOT BEING LAY ABOUT IT XP) *(Y/N)'s P.O.V* My father Jafar (yes he's not genderbent) was a very cruel, very crazy man, i learnt that first hand. He's not kind, he's not a good father and you have no idea how long i've waited for this chance. He was marrying me off, trying to get me to marry a prince to benefit him. I wouldn't care anything to get me away from him, and now he was trying to arrange me a marriage with the prince of Agrabah. He hasn't told me his name, nor his personality. I was meeting up with him today,

Chapter 22 It was your mother floating right there in front of you. You almost choked and by the look of your dad behind her he almost did to. She looks exactly the same as the last time you saw her. But a large roar pulled you back into reality. You turned to find the giant monster in your face. He raised his hand getting ready to strike. “(y/n)!” Jack yelled again reaching out to you but your father beat him to the punch. He pulled you out of the way managing to get hit himself. Falling to the ground his stomach ripped open as bugs began to crawl out everywhere. “Dad!” You rushed to his side as the bird and your moth

It was a lovely day at the Phatomhive Manor, no yells or explosions were heard. A young (h/c) girl sat beside the garden, letting her (s/c) skin soak in the sunlight. You enjoyed moments like these, when there is just you and your thoughts; no responsibilities or jobs. You've worked here for years and you can still only recall a few moments like these. You remember when you were first recruited, you were known to be the most deadly assassin around. You chuckled at the title awarded to you. All too soon your peace was broken by loud wails, which strongly resembled a certain gardener. You snapped your head around in search of the desperate cr

Your POV It was so generic that one of your acquaintances insisted that you go to some set of coordinates. You shouldn't have to go with them but even if you tried to refuse it wouldn't happen. S:"Are we there yet , i'm tired!" Y/n:"Be quiet , we don't want to scare anyone off or attract anyone." P:"We can take em'. Or at least I can." L:"Why shouldn't we attract anyone?" Letting out a sigh you kept walking , the sooner you got there the sooner you could go home. You wish there was some way to get out of this arrogant situation , it was no help that it was indeed in a forested area. According to the coordinates the place was in the middle of

★Salvatore -A Kuroshitsuji Fanfiction - Pairing: Sebastian Michaelis x Reader -----☆Work text It had been awhile now. My parents would constantly scold me for brushing my teeth and preparing myself to bed. They would scowl and mock, taunt me by singing things like maybe I'd kiss my boyfriend in my sleep and the like. I don't have a boyfriend. At least one that's present in the day anyways. I'm alone, an introvert, a helpless wallflower. I was never the social butterfly. I'm not pretty, talented or anything. I'm not lively, I doubt I'm even alive in the first place. I don't have a heart, or maybe I do, I just don't know how to

    The edges of your feather duster lightly dragged across the fine crystal decorations, ridding them of dirt and smudges. First, the dog, then the rabbit, next, the dove, and the raven...    A cool, gloved finger ran across your waist, lighting a smug smile upon your lips.    "Look who is back." You spoke nonchalantly, turning to the next shelf of figurines.    "It still startles me how unafraid you are of me, m'lady." Sebastian noted with a hint of humor in his rich voice.    He was a striking figure in the lone light of the sunset, its beams streaming through the uniform line of bay windows. One could have marked him as an albino,

 “Hush,” he whispers, “Come, there there… we have ever so much time to destroy things.” As my tears dry, I look up to determined, darkened eyes. Destruction, of course, would be my companion’s main course, with fire as dessert, and revenge at his feet, lapping at the leftover crimson. He’s been drunk on vengeance since I’d met him. “Not destruction we search for,” I say, my touch soft on his hard look, my hand carefully remolding the pain that had lingered in his expression. “It’s rebirth.” A shake of the head, a glint in his eye. He doesn’t know why I c

The bots move with such speed that you are almost left behind. Gosh, it annoyed you when that happened. Made you feel so insignificant... and confused. Luckily, Bee was there to safely drive you away along with the group. The Autobots were moving, Optimus wanted them to get away from where the cons inevitably knew they were. He didn't want anyone trying to take on another indestructible decepticon, and for once you didn't blame him. It almost killed your sweetspark, and that scared you. It was a strange feeling, really. You hadn't been really scared of anything until that hammer clipped the black-and-yellow mech. As you sped away, comfortab

Soulmate AU, Matching Tattoos. Your tattoo was disappointing. You had expected some cute, hipster thing like a tiger or a flower to go along with the musical notes that inevitably would be in the design, but no, there was a katana stabbing the life out of a bleeding treble clef imprinted on your forearm. Lets back up, shall we? Tattoos were the maps, so to speak, to finding your soulmate. The mates had the same tattoos, and to make it special, the tattoo would have something out of both personalities. Turns out your soulmate was a katana loving-weirdo. Oh well. You just happened to meet him in a bar, out of all places. You were preformin