A New Beginning - Chapter 18XVIIIA New Beginning - Chapter 182 years ago in Romance More Like This
My eyelids flew open, and all I saw was a bright light in my face, temporarily blinding me. I groaned quietly and I could only hear a low buzzing from somewhere near me. I felt something poking into my arm and when I tried to pull it out, someone gripped my arm. “Oh no you don’t.” I recognized the demanding voice of Dr. Klaus.
My vision focused, and I saw the doctor frowning at me, while fiddling with an IV machine that was connected to my arm. “Klaus,” I said, my voice groggy. I felt some kind of sticky pad pressing against my chest, and I realized that my heart rate was being monitored.
“Welcome back Hayley,” he replied.
“What happened?” I wondered.
He sighed. “From the account I got, it seems that the mine had a little cave-in. You were hit on the head enough to knock you out.”
“Oh.” I remembered trying to mine for some ore and then beating the shit out of the walls. I was the one who caused the cave
Remember~Dick + Babs~Remember4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When the night is long and her bed is bare, she will often search for the past.
She keeps the totems hidden in the closet, concealed by a sheath of drawers and shielded with lock and key. There is no particular reason for her to veil them, as they are merely memories. But it is a ritual of sorts for her, and it helps her keep them close. It helps her remember.
Turning the small copper key as her wrist twists, the drawer pops open, revealing flashes of color and old, nearly forgotten images.
She picks up one such artifact, turning it over in her hands, and holds it in front of her, studying it with the eye of a detective. Here we have a young boy, certainly no more than 9 years old. His thick, black hair is tousled upon his head, and his eyes gleam a bright turquoise blue of youth and enthusiasm. She smiles. This is how she will always remember him, when they first locked eyes. All optimism and childlike wonder at the world. Even after all that had happened to him.
In MemoryThe Flash stood in the fake greenery of the Watchtower. Three holographic statues surrounded him. Three dead heroes. There was one pillar at his feet, yet to be activated. It was for the first Kid Flash, and the only Wally West he ever wanted to know. The speedster pulled down his cowl, he couldn’t turn on the platform as a hero, he had to do it as a loving family member.In Memory2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Batman ghosted into the room, effectively scaring the bejezus out of Barry. The big bat put a hand on his colleague’s shoulder. “Turn it on, Barry.”
The blonde shook his head, “I can’t. It just doesn’t feel right.”
“How so?” Batman pondered.
“We’ve had death scares before. Artemis was just undercover. I was just stuck in the Speed Force. Clark was just in another dimension. How do we know he isn’t dead?” Barry was about ready to pull his hair out.
“Barry, we saw him disappear before our eyes. He’s gone,” Batman tried
Wally and Artemis :: The First TimeThe door creaked open and with another giant sob and the sound of a long breath being exhaled, she made her way through her apartment with slow, shaky steps. Almost as soon as her bed was in sight, the blonde woman launched herself at it and collapsed on top of it, her shoulders shuddering as she gripped the velvety soft, violet blanket that she was sprawled out upon. Even its warm caress wasn't enough to ease her pain. Heck, nothing would be. More tears streamed down her face, running over the same place they had been going over for the last hour. A small whine escaped from her parted lips, the sound smooth and uninterrupted until she ran out of breath. A sharp intake and she was at it again, sobbing once more. She gathered the blanket beneath her in a small bundle where her head was and readjusted her position so that her face was now hidden in the depths of the lovely fabric.Wally and Artemis :: The First Time3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Her drenched, gorgeously golden hair began to leave its ties as she tugged at the band she had used to keep
Blindness is a Strength~Dick + Babs~Blindness is a Strength4 years ago in Romance More Like This
In my dreams, I fly again.
I close my eyes and, once more, I've got that line tight in my grip. My fingers are gloved, my face is masked. I can breathe again. I can breathe the air of the night, can breathe in every sound and every sight as the city does its dance of darkness. I can feel the sirens blaring in the distance, their pulsating lights creating a vibration against my skin.
I'm free again.
I can race forward, running on my own two feet, my legs long and lean, my heart pounding against my chest, shooting me with adrenaline like a drug. Fresh, alive, healthy. Not a single thought of doubt crosses my mind as I take that leap, as I dive headlong off another rooftop. I cast my line and it reels me back in and I fly like a spider, like a bird through the open air. I laugh. I cry. I feel something and that's what matters.
And then I'm falling, tumbling, and I remember reality.
My eyes flash open as I wake with a start. I stare ahead of me for a moment, recovering
Young Justice - Part 6: BatgirlFor a moment, there was absolute quiet. I don't think anybody really knew what to say as Nightwing hastily returned the small shard of kryptonite to a pouch on his belt. He knelt by Conner's side and felt for his pulse with surprisingly gentle fingers. Without a word, he draped Conner's arm over his shoulder and helped him to his feet.Young Justice - Part 6: Batgirl3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Conner was already coming around, shaking his head as if to clear it. He was still weak from that brief exposure to the kryptonite, so his legs shook and he would have fallen again if Nightwing hadn't been there to hold him up.
"She'll come around again soon," Nightwing spoke then, breaking the silence. It was hard not to jump at the sudden noise. Everybody had gone so still. "Get her back to sick bay, and use restraints this time. Soft cuffs, two milligrams Ativan, five of Haldol,"
For half a heartbeat, nobody moved. Then a small chunk of concrete clattered to the floor, and our temporary paralysis was broken. I moved first, grabbing a spare blanket fro
Siblings"Artie! Artie!"Siblings3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The blond girl sighed from her place on the couch while cleaning off her bow. Her jean jacket riding up when she stretched her arms showing the stomach that her cammie didn't cover. "Shouldn't you be annoying someone else?"
The speedster shook his head as he plopped onto the couch with an arm over Artemis's shoulder. "Miss M threw me out of the kitchen. Said she was making me a surprise with Conner." Artemis shook her head at his cluelessness while choosing a rather sharp arrow form the quiver next to her. "I hope its brownies. With chocolate chips. A lot of chocolate chips. A really big tub of chocolate chips." He paused as if in a trance, but was out of it pretty fast. "So I have nothing to do, and now you got me all to your- OW! What the heck?"
The ginger quickly retracted his hand and held the bleeding wound to his chest as he stood. "First, don't touch me, Baywatch, and second are you really that stupid?"
The idiot in question didn't seem to be listening, however.
The Beginnings of WarAmerica took a small sip of his coffee, it was a beautiful Sunday morning. He crossed from his kitchen to the living room, sitting down on the couch. He put his coffee down and picked up the newspaper. The front page rambled on about the war. He sighed, it hurt to leave England alone, but after what happened during the last war..... he shook his head. Not wanting to think about it. So many lives had been lost, and his country was thrown into The Great Depression soon after. He supported the Allied countries by sending them money, weapons, everything he could do to help. Except troops. Looking through the rest of the pages, he picked up his coffee to take a sip again. It fell out of his hand a moment later though. Half of it spilled onto his legs and chest, while the other half on the floor. The hot liquid burned, but it was mere pricks compared to the clawing inside his head. Alfred had never felt such a pain before. His ears rung, to the point where it seemed they were going to burst.The Beginnings of War2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Most MorningsMost nights, I can't sleepMost Mornings5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not unless I arrange the blankets
Somehow I manage to mimic
The shape of her body
But I can't recreate
Or the way her chest
Moved softly against my back
With every measured
Most nights, I wake up
And she's not here
Maybe she got up
To get a drink of water
And I don't even know
How long she's been gone
But somehow I know
That she's never
Going to come back to bed
And if I would just reach over
And touch her side of the bed
I would know it was cold
But I'm afraid
I don't want to know she's gone
I don't want to know I can't have her back
And I'll fall asleep again
But most mornings,
I'll wake up thinking
She's still here
And I'll lie there
For just a moment
Wondering where she's gone
And then I begin to wonder
How long I've been alone
RedYoung Justice one shot.Red2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wide blue eyes stared up at the clear night sky, a deep, dark shade of blue almost, but not quite, black and lit up by the flickering light of thousands upon thousands of stars, all of them different sizes, colours and of different brightness and all of them equally beautiful. It was strange to think that he'd never fully appreciated these stars before now, but now he had all the time in the world to admire their overwhelming beauty.
Or at least it felt that way, but if he looked properly then he could see that they were slowly but surely getting farther and farther away, or maybe it was him who was moving away from them, he saddened at the thought, soon they'd be gone forever and he would never see them again, soon everything would be over.
He stared up, taking in every little detail and engraving it all into his memory so that he would never forgot this wondrous sight, the dimmest stars began to fade out altogether making it so that he could no longer see them
Germany x Babysitter!ReaderAAWWWWWWWWW YEAAAHH!!Germany x Babysitter!Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
KEY *C/N* means country name
Of course time isn't a friend. Time can be generous sometimes, but never your friend. Time seemed to be generous to you. Your country, *C/N*, grew. You had gotten stronger, but only just enough. You were seemingly equal in everything. But you weren't overly strong. It seemed as if countries around you grew larger quicker. Especially one in particular.
You walked to the meeting room slowly. Not in a bug rush to get there. You had matured, grown, gotten smarter, and all of the goods of growing up. You weren't the little sixteen year old country anymore, you were the *age* year old *C/N*. You were an eyecatcher! Your (H/L)(H/C) hair seemed to shine wherever you were. Your (E/C) eyes sparkled with kindness and love. You had an amazing *body type*.
But, that beauty came with lots of pain. Your country had just got over another depression with the help of Italy. The small country helped
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 10 Sherlock was on the verge of identifying the shooter. He knew for a fact it wasn't Moriarty, but someone he had hired. All he needed was a name and hacking into the police records gave him just that. Of course, he could ask Lestrade who would let him look into the records, but that would require that he change into some real clothes.Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 102 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Dmitri Braginski*," Sherlock reported, pulling the army doctor out of his book. John raised his eyebrows as he set the book down, "What?"
"The shooter. Dmitri Braginski was the shooter," he clarified as he ran to his room to get out of the inside out t-shirt and robe he wore. When he came back, he donned a tight, white shirt and black pants, but his hair was still messy. John was a little lost. Sherlock pulled on his coat and scarf and left the apartment swiftly. John quickly followed, although he was unsure where he was going.
He soon found himself tailing Sherlock down a hall in the hospital where y
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 12 John, who came back to the apartment late in the morning, was not the least bit surprised to see you drag yourself out of Sherlock's room in one of his shirts and pair of boxers. You had made a small attempt at fixing your hair, but it still stood out. It didn't matter to you, because by the looks of the rainy weather, you weren't going out today.Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 122 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Case?" You asked. When you woke up, Sherlock was nowhere to be seen, so you assumed he was working a case. You weren't that angry that he wasn't there, knowing that he is more dedicated to his job than anything else. It was a bit confusing at first, but the note on the table by his bed that read "I'll be back shortly -SH" cleared it up. John pulled his eyes away from the book he had been reading and confirmed your assumptions.
"Something to do with that man," he said as you poured a cup of coffee.
"Yeah thanks for being specific, John." He sighed and continued reading that damn bo
Nekotalia! Germouser X.Stray Neko Reader Pt. 1 "Meow, worry not mother, brothers and sisters! I'll be back with food!" you meowed as you left the box you, your mother, and six newly 2-week-old younger brothers and sisters in search of food. " (F/N), be careful out there! Some of the housepets can be nasty, and the strays that are most desperate are the more dangerous!!" your mother, Ginger, called from behind, you turned and nodded before heading off. You were born the previous litter of 4 kittens about two years ago. Ginger had an owner then, and you were the only girl in the litter, so the owner decided to keep you with Ginger as company for her. Sadly, the owner died, and you and Ginger had run off and become strays, surviving and helping another on the streets. A few months ago, it was cat mating season for Ginger, and well... she got lucky enough to find Lucky, a tom cat who also was your father (he was happy to see you by the way) and they stayed alone together for awhile, then a week later you mother deliveredNekotalia! Germouser X.Stray Neko Reader Pt. 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
GermanyXSuicidal! Dead! readerAuthors note: warning this contains sad feels (also suicide as in the title). This content may be sensitive to some people. If you don’t like it, then don’t read it.GermanyXSuicidal! Dead! reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Also as a clarifier this “_ _ - - _ _“means flashback begin/end
‘Today’s the day” you thought to yourself. You had finally decided that today was going to be the day that you killed yourself. You were fed up with all of the crap that life put you through, Fed up with all of the bullies throughout school, fed up with all of the people who treated you poorly. Nobody you knew treated you the least bit kindly. ‘Nobody except for Ludwig…’ you thought. Ludwig was your best friend and had been beside you through everything. You though t of him as more than a friend, but he didn’t feel the same way about you. At least that is how you felt.
Chihiro (BrucexReader) One-ShotRed lanterns with golden symbols on them floated above in the night sky. Loud music as well as laughter and cheering could be heard all throughout China Town. People sporting the traditional golden and red colors zipped past you, dancing as you ran by them. It was a beautiful Chinese New Year Festival indeed. The smell of food filled the air making your stomach grumble. You couldn't stop by for a snack though. No, you needed to find someone now. While walking through the crowd, you managed to lose your boyfriend of two years—Dr. Bruce Banner.Chihiro (BrucexReader) One-Shot1 year ago in Romance More Like This
The two of you had been enjoying the sights that the town had to offer. What better time to visit than Chinese New Year? Now you were beginning to regret it. There was just so many people littering the streets. The sound of drums matched the rhythm of your heart as you ran faster down the street. He couldn't have gotten too far off. The reason why you were so concerned was that simply, Bruce did not do well in a crowd. He tended
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 2 "A brain?" John asked, holding the jar up to his eyes. He examined it closely, twisting the jar to see every angle. You leaned in on the other side, seeing John's distorted face through the corners. "It's unique." You were proud of your gift idea; you knew Sherlock would like it.Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
He gave it to you carefully and you set it on a table. "Thanks, Molly. Here." You took a stack of money tied with a rubber band out of your pocket and laid it on the table, then after giving Molly a tight hug and a "Thank you," you took the jar and skipped away. John jogged after you.
"____, I got a text from Sherlock. He's at the apartment." He shoved his phone into his pocket. "Shoot. He'll know what I've got even if I hid it." You thought about your options. "Why don't you distract him, like bring him outside or something, while I sneak in."
"What am I supposed to say?" He asked as the both of you got in a cab. "
Why torture me? 2 ~SwedenXTrans-GenderReader~(F/b/n/)= Favorite Boy nameWhy torture me? 2 ~SwedenXTrans-GenderReader~2 years ago in Romance More Like This
(G/n)= Girl name
Chapter two: My very simple nightmare
After dinner, I finish getting settled in. Setting my music, on my sleeping playlist, I let my music over take my mind. Sinking into the oh-so comfortable bed, I sigh in content. Rolling to my side, I close my glowing (e/c) eyes, within minutes I fall into the unconscious state of sleep.
In my dream, I am standing on the edge of cliff that raises over the sea. My hair, flowing behind me due to the strong winds. A long ivory dress that is similar to a wedding dress but it wasn't one at the same time, it didn't have the feeling of it being one. Taking small steps closer and closer to the edge, a sudden thought comes to me, 'Stop, you can't do this. As much as you want to, you have to live for Aina.' Though for some reason I don't stop, nor does that name mean much to me. Taking larger strides, my foot hovers over the edge. My second fo
Germany and Reader: prisoner 4"ah come on Ludwig! you know you want to"Germany and Reader: prisoner 44 years ago in Settings More Like This
"but you get to know one of their plans if you do"
"im not going to kiss you"
"thats not a good answer"
"I bet your just intimidated because of how good i look as a almost helpless tied up girl! I make the tied up look, look sexy
am i right?"
"thats not it at all" he said with a tomateo red face.
"its against the rules, yeah thats it. i can't kiss the prisoner"
"i highly doubt that. i thought you wanted the plans ludwig yet you wont even give me a short kiss for just one if the plans"
"well you would kick me if i even got near you"
"i promised i wont"
"i told you ludwig i dont lie!"
"so you really will give me one of their plans if i kiss you?"
"yes" he hesitated a moment before walking over to you and kissed you briefly on the cheek. your face turned slightly red at his action because
you didnt think he would really do it...and
America x Shy!Reader: His Best Friend (Part 1) The movie being played on the (TV/projector screen) of your classroom did nothing to gain the attention of your fellow classmates. Lazily scanning the room with your (e/c) eyes, you could see most students were too occupied with their own mindless chatter. There were a few tables tightly packed with groups of close friends, while other students were either using their phones, doodling, or talking with the few remaining people around them. These were the good days of the last week of school, having nothing to worry about except for any upcoming plans for summer vacation. You were sitting calmly with your friend(s) while doing what you guys usually did during free time in class.America x Shy!Reader: His Best Friend (Part 1)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“So (Name), are you and Alfred going to be seeing each other a lot over the summer?” your friend/one of your friends asked you nonchalantly. They had their chin resting in their hand as the same arm propped their head off the wooden table.
A small smile appeared on your face as you answere
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 3 Sherlock tried to focus on the mission at hand - getting ___ a present, but Detective Inspector Lestrade had just called announcing there was a case they needed him for. "What do you mean you can't come?" Lestrade asked over the phone. "I'm busy."Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What could possibly be more important, Holmes?" Sherlock smiled, on the inside of course. He continued walking, to no where in particular. "Christmas shopping."
Lestrade sighed in disbelief, "Real-" Sherlock pushed 'end' and shoved the phone back into his pocket. "I prefer texting," he mumbled to himself. After several minutes of walking, his phone rang.
'Where'd you go? (First/last initial)'
He sighed and typed in, 'Out. SH' then hit send. After shoving it back into his pocket, he continued searching for a place to find something for you.
Sherlock finally came across a store filled with antique-looking jewelry and other small items. He quickly tur
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 5Sherlock checked his phone for the seventh time in five minutes. He was counting.Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 52 years ago in Romance More Like This
5 new messages from John Watson
He chose to ignore those, knowing he was likely drunk or Mary had put him up to it.
Currently, he was sitting lazily in one of the chairs, trying to strike up a conversation with you. Although Sherlock didn't like talking, he needed to get rid of the awkwardness. Plus, he liked hearing you speak, but he would never admit that. Another ding came from Sherlock's phone; it was from Lestrade this time.
'Another murder. Victim found in an alley. -L'
He instantly felt excited, another murder, obviously from a different killer than the last case. You looked up from your book that you weren't paying attention to when Sherlock's voice was heard talking on the phone. "We'll be there in ten minutes," he said before closing the phone. You slammed the book shut and looked at him, waiting for an explanation.
You knew what that meant. He already had his coat on by the ti
RescueTitle: RescueRescue3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey, Gordon. Heard you and Grayson hooked up. Looks like you're going for the cash, huh?"
Barbara suppressed a groan as she slammed her locker shut. Although she was tempted to give them a comment that would send them home crying, she used the infamous Batclan Calming Methods to face her tormentors. She turned around and awaited their insults for the day.
The three were the typical high school girl posse. The Queen Bee (Jane Lee), the Wannabe (Lindsay Shaw), and the Tag-along (Gina Lumiere).
These girls had been bothering her since she started going to the Gotham prep schools. And she had been since the second grade. Being a scholarship kid was like signing a death warrant for your social life at these schools no matter how old you were.
"Come on, Lindsay. Who can blame her? I mean, her dad has to live off a Police salary," Jane sneered, flipping her long black hair.
Babs rolled her eyes. "Shove off, Lee."
The girls giggled sickeningly.
"Really, though," Gina
Police!Germany x Reader! Proving Redemption!Part1Hey everyone! So this is my first...thingy...oh you know what i mean. Please forgive me for any mistakes i made! I would love to hear what you guys thought and would love even more so to hear advice or some tips! P.S mild language. Rated PG for the most part. Part one out of several!Police!Germany x Reader! Proving Redemption!Part12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well here it goes, hope you like it!
Your breath was cut short as something took you hard across the jaw sending you flying into the wall. Your head made a ‘smack!’ sound as it rammed into the wall, leaving you to fall disoriented on your hands and knees.
The smell of the beer carried in your breath and the only thing you could hear was your head thumping loudly as adrenaline shot through your veins. You had been on duty less than an hour and managed to hide that in fact you were completely wasted. You barely ever got drunk, now that you thought about it, you barely ever drank at all. Though the last few weeks had been a complete mess!
You had been demoted from captain all the way back