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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Iceland x Reader - MemoriesIceland x Reader - Memories by SwiftNinja91
You hadn't seen Emil in years. The last time you saw him, you were both small children ... after your house was infested with termites, Berwald offered to look after you ... and was taking you to one of the meetings that happened between the Nordic countries. You were excited, because that meant you could see Emil again ... only this time, as a grown man. You were standing on the doorstep with Berwald ... and you were becoming nervous
"Are you ready?" Berwald asked
"I want to see him again so badly ..." You said smiling
Berwald opened the door. He went in first and you ventured inside, closing the door behind you. You followed Berwald to the room furthest from the front door. He opened it and you heard shouting
"For the last time, I'm not saying it!"
Before you could even register what happened, you had been knocked down onto the floor and there was a pair of beautiful ice blue eyes inches away from your (eye colour) ones. It was a man with short white hair ... and fair skin
Hello BartimaeusBartimaeus and Faquarl first meeting.Hello Bartimaeus by silverwolfygirl2
A Bartimaeus trilogy fanfiction.
May contain OOC. Please don't flag. I tried my best.
It was painful! It always was.
Being pulled so violent from the Other Place to the human world was an experience I always hated and I will always hate. It's not only the pain, the way your essence is being gathered and separated from everyone else's, the worst is the humiliating part. How helpless you feel when you find yourself trapped in the cursed pentacle and have no other choice but to obey the weakling sitting on the other one.
I contemptuously looked at the small human in front of me as he gave me his orders. I had taken the form of a tall and muscular black-skinned human myself, wanting to demonstrate even further the difference in our power. I didn't want to look completely human though so I had also added two big horns and a serpent black tail.
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"So he's got a lay-off?" Tereza asked and moved a hat on her head on the side. She hated so much that awful red ribbon with white strip tied around its circuit, although the hat itself was one of her favourites. When Austria will not be nearby, she will undo it, burn it and throw ash into Vltava.
"Well, technically he was just abadoned to do a lectures, but when you say it like this... it's the same, I think." Milan had a hat too, but different, and without ribbon. He was wearing it very often last time, as with traditional clothes, so with urban clothes, like those he was wearing right now. Hungary discarded it so many times, and Slovak so many times saved it from huge pile of clothes of Serbia, Croatia, Romania and others.
Elizaveta was in the last time really relentless. More and more often she was showing to her roomates that they are inferiors, that they are outlanders, and in Milan's case, that they even are not. She didn't want to talk with them in other as Hu