The Forgotten Years (C1)“Emil!” A young girl with long silvery white hair and bright violet eyes called out. “Where are you?” She sounded annoyed as she walked around, looking for the boy she was yelling for. “I will take all of the coke and licorice for myself if you don't come and help me clean up!” She said a little louder than before as she walked into the living room. A small groan and rustle of moving cloth caught her attention and she moved her gaze to the couch facing away from her. “Got ya you idiot,” she said under her breath as she grabbed a pillow off of the reclining chair. She chucked it down on to the couch where the noise had come from and earned an annoyed groan.The Forgotten Years (C1) by Shattered-Darknesss
A boy with the same hair and eye color as her popped his head up, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “You could've hit my head Lára,” he complained lazily. He wasn't supposed to have anything hitting his head as the doctors had told him.
“Don't you milk the concussion n
The Forgotten Years (Prologue)A cold white room with one window; flowers littered around in vases, placed upon any and every smooth surface. All of the flower's were fake, no one wanting anything that could die in the room. The only exception was a pale boy resting in a bed. The sheets were white, same as the room, and machines were hooked up to him. They beeped in a steady tone as the boy looked like he was sleeping. It had been a full month since the last time the beeping grew in speed or slowed down, the doctors had declared the boy as stable; they said he was out of the danger zone, but he could easily slip right back into it if he didn't wake up soon.The Forgotten Years (Prologue) by Shattered-Darknesss
“We need to go,” A quiet voice said from the door to the boy's room. “You haven't slept in days,”
Another male, this one slightly less pale than the boy looked up from his position next to the bed. “I will stay right here until he wakes up... I don't want him to be confused..”
The person at the door, a man with fluffy blond hai
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If Walls could Speak- England x ReaderIf Walls could Speak- England x Reader by Naked-toes
I know that, even if this message does make it to you, it will seem very strange. You may not know who I am, where I am from or what my intentions are. But, I assure you, you have known me for much, much longer than you think. I saw everything you did when you lived under my roof and, ever so possibly, a little that you didn't. You might not understand why I'm telling this to you and, believe me, even I'm not sure. But I am. And I only hope that whatever my message intends to do, it manages to do so, whether that is to change the world, or just make you realise what you left behind. What you left behind with me.
You were fresh out of high school and desperately in love. Your parents tried to warn you, but you shook them off; they had never been in love, they had never felt the way you did. And he, this Arthur Kirkland, well, he was just too important to you, too good to ignore. You married the moment you graduated, bought a run down house that nobody else wanted and moved in.