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Masterpiece of MeatballsDer Frühling war gekommen. Die Blumen erblühten und die Bäume schlugen aus. Gleiches galt auch für die jungen Frauen. Und weil sie eben erblühten und ausschlugen, liefen viele junge Männer mit einem blauen Auge oder anderen sichtbaren Hautverfärbungen herum. Wer im neuen Jahr das erste blaue Auge herumtrug, läutete quasi den Frühling ein.
Auch ich hatte einige blaue und braune Flecken vorzuweisen, doch hingen diese nicht mit den Händen und Fäusten hübscher Frauen zusammen, sondern vielmehr mit der Sturzgefahr im zunehmenden Alter. Die Glaubwürdigkeit nahm hingegen ab und ich konnte kaum noch jemanden davon überzeugen, dass ich eben doch von einer jungen Magd gezeichnet worden war statt von den Pflastersteinen.
Das nächste untrügliche Zeichen für den Frühlingsbeginn waren die Vorbereitungen für die Festspiele, die bald stattfinden würden. Und unser kleines Städtchen war dazu auserkor
Brokkoli zum FruehstueckWie jedes Mal, wenn der Vollmond kurz bevor stand, bekam Simon Angst vor dem, was zur selben Zeit mit ihm passierte.
Er war eigentlich recht durchschnittlich behaart, aber zu Vollmondzeiten wuchs ein regelrechter Dschungel aus dichten schwarzen Haaren auf seinem Körper. Und der Haarwuchs beschränkte sich nicht nur auf die üblichen Stellen. Nein, er wagte sich auch in Regionen vor, die noch nie zuvor ein Haar bewachsen hatte – zumindest nicht bei ihm.
Sein Körperbau veränderte sich, er brauchte auf einmal vier Beine zum Laufen, und da ein normaler Menschenkörper nur zwei dieser Sorte besaß, wandelten sich die Hände ebenfalls zu Beinen. Wobei Beine nicht ganz das passende Wort war. Natürlich waren es Beine, aber nicht die, die man an einem Menschen vermuten würde. Sie waren sehniger und muskulöser, bargen eine ungeheure Kraft in sich und anstatt der Füße mit fünf Zehen endeten sie in riesigen Pranken mit vier Z
Crushing Flowers (Male! Hungary x Reader)
(Male! Hungary x Reader)
(Male! Hungary x Reader)
Song(s) ‘Smile’ by telepopmusik
Trust me, it fits the theme PERFECTLY
A girl in her early twenties thrust open the doors of her office job.
“I can’t believe this!” How could something like this happen to me!?
What the hell did I do wrong!
I got strange looks from other people around me as they counted their blessings hoping that I wouldn’t lash out at them.
“Oh, shut up!” I yelled, and their accusing eyes turned away.
I felt the heel of my shoe crack by the sheer force in my strides down the streets of New York City.
Can't Swim (America x Reader x Prussia)
"Wanna go swimming, _______?"
"Nah, I'll pass."
"Why not? You look so good in the swimsuit."
"Shut up, Prussia!"
You covered up your two-piece with your (color) towel. Your cheeks began to turn the same shade as Prussia's eyes as you looked away, over to the sparkling blue ocean. The tan and yellow sand squished under your foot as you stood up with your towel wrapped tightly around your body, showing off your womanly curves.
"Come on, ____! The ocean's really warm! Just ask Australia," America encouraged you, stopping you as he pointed to Australia in the ocean, playing and diving like he was having the time of his life.
"I didn't come all the way from Germany's house just to watch you mope in a hot bathing suit," Prussia said, and then chuckled. "Not like I'm going back, either."
You laughed along with him, but then gained back your confidence and walked past America, pride in your steps.
"Why won't you swim with us?" America asked, grabbing your bare arm. You swat away his hand, not
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
Magical: Before the Magic - Carmen's Story
“Before the Magic - Carmen’s Story”
by Jocelyn Samara D.
I awake from a strange dream. I can’t seem to remember what happened, but I think it involved a rabbit at one point. With big, glowing butterfly wings! A “bunnerfly” if you will. That’s happening a lot lately, actually. I haven’t been keeping track, but I’m pretty sure I’ve woken up with the same vague “I think there was a winged bunny” feeling for the last couple weeks. Not really sure what that’s supposed to mean.
But whatever. Who cares? It’s just a dream, and I’ve got a big day ahead of me. I’m basically starting a brand new life at school today.
I should say that I’ve always hated school. I mean, I’ve got no problem with doing the work or anything. My problem is more about the other people. And I mean everyone.
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
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
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.
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
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
...:::Sepia:::... by :devamorpheusart:
Kleine Spuren im Schnee. Winzige Pfotenabdrücke, sanft in den Schnee gedrückt, zeigen den Weg, den ich gehe. Bald wird der frische Schnee sie unter sich verstecken und keiner wird sehen, wohin mein Weg mich trägt. Es riecht nach mehr. Ich folge. Es riecht nach Freundschaft, Vertrauen. Und es riecht nach Geborgenheit.
Neugier zog mich hinaus. Der Duft nach etwas Neuem, Unbekannten. Doch meine Sehnsucht nach dem Bekannten und der Wärme führt mich immer wieder zu dir zurück. Aufregung dauert nur einen Augenschlag. Das Gefühl von deinem Geruch in meiner Nähe hält jedoch für immer an.
Ich halte nicht an. Kalter Schnee auf meiner Nasenspitze. Schmeckt nach der richtigen Spur, und so folge ich weiterhin meinem Instinkt, von dem ich weiß, dass er mich zu dir führt. Noch ein wenig schneller, damit ich bald bei dir bin und dir zeigen kann „Ich vergesse dich nicht“.
All die Geräusche um mich herum locken mich, zum Spielen, zum Jagen, zum Erforschen. Aber jetzt sehne ich mich nur nach
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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