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Fin Ronaan ahrk fin LahzeyThe silence of the swamp that night was almost deafening.
Of course, he could still hear the chirping of insects and the occasional chitter of a Mudcrab, but the second set of footsteps that had been leading him on for the last few months was absent. Marcurio tried his best to ignore it, focusing his thoughts instead on the fight he was storming away from. Seven months roaming Skyrim together, slaying undead and dangerous creatures, and now it was over? Just like that, the arrogant Altmer though he could just send Marcurio home when they were halfway across the province?! Marcurio swiped vindictively at an overhanging branch, snapping the dry thing from its parent and knocking it into the water as he marched past. The nerve….
The mage began to slow as his thoughts turned to the reason they had come out to these swamps in the first place…after Morthal's near destruction at the hands of a vampire coven, the people had become more and more wary of the bloodsuckers. They had
Aar do faal Diil - Pt. 3The sun had set by the time the trio began to approach the ruins of the High Gate nordic crypt. Their way remained lit by the torches they each carried, but beyond this meager circle of flickering light, the night remained as black as the inside of a troll's cave. Even the stars seemed dim that night, and barely a sound could be heard but for their footsteps and the lapping of the Sea of Ghosts along the shoreline. Insects, horkers, distant wolves…all were silent, as if aware of the terrible force the ruins now held.
Azaron walked at the head of the group, leading them with a stride that the others couldn't quite match. A knotted mass of unease and nervous excitement fueled his pace, because on the one hand, he wanted to tear Valundre to pieces…but on the other hand, he was not as eager to face Tarene in battle. Many disregarded the Altmer upon first impression - he was a decent warrior, and a fine archer, but not Dragonborn, to them - but having fought alongside Tarene f
Aar do faal Diil - Pt. 2"This is not a good idea." Vorstag stated for what felt like the thirtieth time that day. "Daedra are dangerous beings, and there's no guarantee that they'll help us." Azaron's ears remained pinned to his skill, as they had been almost since leaving Ivarstead for Solitude.
"I know," The Khajiit replied. "But I am already this one's champion, so she will at the least hear us out." As they had descended the seven-thousand steps, Azaron had explained to Vorstag and Marcurio how, at least two years earlier, he and Tarene had stumbled upon a crystal beacon, hidden in a bandit's fort. Meridia had spoken to them - summoned them to her shrine - and ordered them to cleanse her temple of a necromancer who had taken up residence. They had done so, and the Daedric Prince had named them as her Champions. A despiser of the undead, Meridia was a powerful being who would take no great liking to a long-dead mage seeking to return to life.
Two carriages and one long hike later, they were beginning to a
Aar do faal Diil - Pt. 1Whiterun was a nice enough city, though it wasn't one Marcurio would ever trade for Riften (Thieves Guild and all). He'd visited the central city of Skyrim once or twice before, following clients who had business there, or who were passing through. He'd never stayed longer than a day or two, before, but it had been at least three days since he'd walked through those main gates, this time. His latest visit was courtesy of his most recent employer, an Altmer by the name of Tarene, who had wanted to stop and pay a visit to a mutual friend of theirs.
A Khajiit who made a living hunting bounties, Azaron had been one of Marcurio's previous employers, and had recommended the mage to his partner, Tarene. He had recently returned to Jorvaskrr to rejoin the guild he'd left some years previously, and word of his success had prompted Tarene to plan a detour in between their usual dungeon-delving. They had hired a carriage from Solitude to Whiterun, and had arrived early on a chilly Sun's Dusk Tird
Egvir do Fo DinokArcwind Point was a very open place, with not a single building that had not been filled in by snow and ice at some point in its long history. The Draugr that populated the place had all been buried on the surface; Their deeper brethren were forever sealed beneath the ice sheet, and the survivors' own sarcophagi sat amongst large drifts of snow and sheets of ice. This meant that there was a finite amount of them, and an expedition to clear them out wouldn't have to worry about more Draugr spawning from the darkness as they fought.
Unfortunately, that also meant less treasure would be available upon success, but that wasn't the main reason they were there.
Crouching atop an icy rock formation, Tarene tapped his fingers against his knee in thought. The soft, rhythmic tapping of flesh upon metal served as a metronome to keep the elf's thoughts on track as he tried to figure out their best method for approach. Following the near-disaster in Valundre's Cairn, Tarene had traded his usual rob
Feyn do fin KonahrikThey had been hunting in the forests around Falkreath when they'd stumbled upon the cave entrance.
It had been a natural formation, but at some point in history, it had been smoothed and carved into a rough-hewn entryway. A decrepit pathway of stones led from the entrance away into the forest, and the path was lined with leaning stone pillars, which fell into ruin more and more the further they stretched from the cave. The entire area had long been overgrown by the forest, and the path had only recently been cut free. A bloodstain splattered across the ground by the cave entrance, and scraps of some bandit's fur armor lent clues to the identity of the path-cutter…though the stain was long dried, and there were no bodies in sight.
"Looks like there's a cave here…" Marcurio muttered dryly as he stood before the entrance with his curious employer. It was a statement of the obvious, but it lead nicely into his next suggestion. "..think we should check it out?" He asked with a
Faal Aaz EvgirWhen he'd joined the Companions, he'd been promised combat, glory, and companionship. No-one had said anything about isolation and torture.
Tarene sat slumped against the rough-hewn wall of his makeshift cell, staring out through the rusted bar at the laboratory of the twisted warlock, and his decomposing corpse against the far wall. A word wall and the allure of treasure from an ornate chest had tricked the Altmer into stepping onto a trapdoor, and the long fall had broken his leg, his ankles, and knocked him unconscious. He'd woken up in a small cell, stripped of his gear and weapons, and captured by the very warlock he'd been sent out to kill.
It had taken but a few short minutes for the warlock to discover Tarene's fear of fire, and the vile man had gleefully used it to torment the captured Altmer. Hours and hours of torches, destruction spells, and begging that fell on deaf ears finally led to Tarene shouting in his own defense. Why he hadn't done so before, he couldn't remember,
Toor VolHe was roused back to consciousness by a splash of warm wine to the face. Coughing and sputtering, the Altmer tried to wipe the liquid away, and was surprised when his arms barely moved. Then the pain started to register - a burning ache in his torso, arms, and calves - and soon after that came the heat. His skin was already drenched with sweat, and he could still feel the sting of the cuts and gashes that littered his body. His robes were in tatters from some attack - they were only simple monk's robes, worn for disguise, not protection - and the familiar weight of his weapons and most of his gear were missing.
"Well, good morning~" A smug voice greeted him from the doorway. Tarene lifted his head and gritted his teeth at the Altmer standing there, fighting the haze that plagued his mind. He knew where it came from, now - the torches along the walls, and the large pit of burning coals that took up most of the floor built up quite a lot of heat. "It's about time you woke up. This would
APH - Cold EncounterIt was a cold, clear February day in Stockholm, Sweden. Not unusually cold, for that time of year; the temperature high was around -1℃, and though it had snowed a fair few millimeters the previous day, the weather broke no records. It was about 8pm, and though the workday crowd had long since returned home, the city streets were still fairly populated with shoppers and people being out and about, and enjoying what remained of the slowly fading daylight. It was still early in the month, so the daylight hours were still short, but they would steadily return as the days wore on.
Not that darkness would cause a real slow down in activity. This was the 21st century, after all.
Sweden stood on a corner of the street, shopping bags in hand, and free hand tucked into the pocket of his coat as he waited for the crosswalk light to change. As he did about this time every year, the nation was beginning to dream of a quiet cabin up in the mountains, with thick wooden walls, a warm fireplace,
Yes, Sir (Drunk!Levi x Reader)
A night in New York City. Supposedly the proud parent of romantic encounters around the numerous landmarks, gigantic blow out parties in the hottest night clubs, and the ritziest people found on every high end block.
Now, if someone could explain how that translated to you dragging a drunken Mr. Ackerman home, that would be just lovely.
Beginnings are the best place to start things, so let's roll back a few hours. The annual company bash was in full swing, the windows of the office's lobby reverberating with the noise. You weren't sure if a single coworker was sober outside yourself. Even the sullen Mikasa had a pink tint to her cheeks, and the company's President, Erwin, looked a bit tipsy.
The law-firm of Rose, Sina, and Maria were celebrating their fifth year of being an economic empire. The money couldn't be stopped from rolling in, and said circumstances meant bonuses. Everyone had a reason to celebrate the extra change in their pockets. You had planned for the event for an extens
Levi x Reader x Rivaille |Host Club| AUYou felt your eyebrow twitch as Levi and Rivaille both stare at you, arms crossed. They both sighed at the same time.
"(Name), we would like..." Levi began.
"...That stuff you commoners call instant coffee." Rivaille finished, and you frowned.
"Why can't you get it yourself?" You grumble. Levi and Rivaille both smirked.
"Well, someone broke an expensive vase." Levi teased, making you glare daggers at him.
"In all honesty it didn't even look that expensive." You defensively say.
"Hm, well, too bad isn't it?" Rivaille says, making you sigh.
"Do I really have to? This couch is really comfy," You say, motioning to the leather couch you were plopped on. They both shake their heads. You look away frowning.
"Either that, or you can yell." Levi suggests, making you look back at him confused.
"What?" You deadpan.
"You seem like the kind of person that hides their actual rage, besides you blatant sarcasm. If you yell, it'd be quite entertaining, don't you think Levi?" Rivaille asks, as Levi nods
Please Take Me Home - Sebastian x Neko! Reader
Living on the streets was not easy.
There was murderers, rapists, and not to mention the God-awful drunks that threw glass bottles at you.
But one could guess such was the life of a cat. A cat in Victoria England.
You gazed at your surroundings in disgust. Being in the alley of a bar was gross. You couldn't believe this actually happened to you.
One day you were taking a stroll in the park and lightly bumped into a man in a cloak. In surprise he yelled "Abracadabra" and poof! Your life as a human was over.
You growled bitterly recalling that awful memory. 'That stupid man! If only I scratched him with my claws maybe he would have turned me back...'
Sadly that wasn't the case because you ran away in disbelief to what just happened. You ran and and ran. You ran until your paws were bleeding. Until your breaths became diminished to hurried pants. Until exhaustion overtook your tiny body and made you succumb to a nightmarish sleep.
Coming out of that
2P!England x Child!Reader - Tell Me A Story 4
"Yes poppet?" Oliver smiled as he place the tray of cupcakes on the counter.
"Tell me a story."
"Sure thing poppet~! You can take a seat if you like."
"I'll just sit on the floor~" you sat down and looked up at your father, waiting for him to start.
"Once upon a time, there lived a five family rabbits. One rabbit is the father named OllieBunny, the uncle named FranBunny, the oldest son named MatBunny, the other son named AlBunny and the cute daughter named [Nickname]Bunny."
"Wait, why am I called AlBunny?" Allen asked, who was sitting beside you.
"Shut up, AlBunny!" Oliver smiled, "Now where was I? Oh! Right! One day, they went out to get carrots to eat but EvilBunny came and took all of the carrots. The family became sad because they're so hungry. Then the next day, they went to the EvilBunny's house and killed him so they can eat the carrots and live their lifes. The end!"
You, Allen and Matthieu clapped.
Bucky x Reader Don't Play
“Ohhh how long has it been since we’ve been to the beach??” (Name) cried, stretching her tired limbs with every emphasis. Finally, they were all at the beach. The most magical, relaxing and vacation perfect place they could think of, and it was all thanks to (Name).
Clad in only a bikini and a long shirt as a cover-up, (Name) had then convinced Fury to give all the Avengers a decent vacation. And Bucky Barnes had been included because 1) She had a massive crush on the man and 2) Because she knew he needed the break more than anyone else.
Since joining SHIELD, he’d had it rough. All the other agents and personnel were wary of him thanks to his past as the Winter Soldier, which basically meant no one really trusted or liked him aside from Steve and (Name), and the Avengers more or less since she’d convinced them that he was a decent guy, for the most part.
And here they all were, ready to kick back at the beach in
Hitman - Assassin!Levi x Reader
“Levi, we’ve received some new information.”
The renowned assassin waited obediently for his orders that were to come. After all, an assassin was nothing more than a tool, and no one wanted a tool that talked freely. If he overstepped his boundaries he was certain another of his kind would be sent to wipe him out – or several, if they were smart.
He looked toward the shadowed figure folding his arms over the desk. “There’s a woman currently hiding out in Japan. [First] [Last] her name is. We’ve gotten word that she’s… got her hands on some government level intelligence.” He interlaced his meaty fingers together and leaned into them. “I need you to take her out, remove the information wherever she’s stored it.”
Levi stared blankly at the pudgy man before him. “How do you know she’s got information?”
“Ah, she told us. Directly. She thought she was being smart, but we managed to track her
Levi x Reader - Tea Talk - [AU]
Levi x Reader [AU]
A/N: this is a continuation of the "Eight Miles High" and "A Night in Paris" story line.
The night had ended, but today was a new day. Memories were destined to be made today, and surprises were probably right around the corner. Levi knew how to start the day off right and decided to take you to one of the little French cafés Paris was famous for. As you walked into the quaint little café, the warm aroma of tea, coffee, and pastries took over your senses. Levi seemed to be in a pretty good mood too since there weren't many people here, hoping that you two would have some time to talk. He took his hand in yours and walked up to the cashier at the counter.
"Bonjour monsieur, que puis-je faire pour vous? (Good morning sir, what can I get for you?)" the young cashier spoke, a small blush on her face. Not that you really cared if she thought your fiancé was cute. Most girls, even if they were frightened by him, thought he was handsome. You rarel
Sebastian x Child! Reader: Her Butler, Proud
Sebastian x Child! Reader
Her Butler, Proud
It was nearing twilight as the last fractals of light disappeared into the nighttime clouds of a periwinkle sky. Carriages clattered noisily through the streets of London chauffeuring the elite of society to the nearest theaters and other forms of entertainment.
From the depths of the large city a single stately house sat in mild splendor, with warm light wafting through large clear-cut windows. From within the home, a couple finished dressing to the nines and made their way down to the entryway where their Butler awaited to help them into their coats.
The Master of the house- a nearly twenty-five year old Ciel Phantomhive- regally shrugged into his overcoat, before holding out his arm to his wife. With an intelligent light blue eye the man gazed at her, before once more returning his attention to the statuesque figure dressed in black.
“We’ll return after the oper
Beautiful (Levi X Reader)Everyone has a goal in this world. Everyone has a purpose to live. To reach that goal. Me... Of course, I just want to see the light of tomorrow, just like everyone else. But we all have different goals besides that, right?
I guess I'm expected to be a boring guy. All I do is sit in my office and do paperwork. Or out in the field I'll be slaughtering our enemies. Not much more to me than that, right? That's what everyone thinks. Nothing behind Heichou's door.
They're wrong. I have a goal too, something I live for. This may sound... stupid, but...
Don't think of me like that, I'm not some desperate idiot like Kirstein. I hide my emotions pretty well. But, in town, I see all these young couples, aimlessly walking together while hand-in-hand, and I just think... I can't be the only one. I can't be the only one that's alone. There has to be someone like me.
Then I saw her.
I've seen lots of pretty faces around. The regular girls with the broad chest and wide hips and tiny waist. The
SDG - Kakuto's BioBLANC BASE FILE ID:
NAME: Kakuto, Knight of the Flames, and Junior Guardsman of the Kishavan Royal Guard
AGE: Unknown, appears to be, mentally, in his teens.
USUAL CLOTHING: Black armor with highlights that shift between red, orange, and yellow with changes in lighting, a black cape with a red inner lining, and a few accents of silver.
NOTABLE TATTOOS/SCARS/MARKINGS/ECT: None
KNOWN RELATIVES: None
PERSONALITY: Cold shouldered, in general. He believes in handling his own problems, and has no friends beyond his Guardsman partners and Raah. He grudgingly admits that he needs the SDG's help to liberate his homeland, but he makes it very clear that if he could, he'd handle it himself. He has a softer side, though - one that's terrified that he'll never see his homeland shine in freedom again.
FRIENDS: Ajatamaru, Christen, Raah (all OCs)
SPECIAL BELONGINGS: The seal of the Kishavan Royal Guard, which he wear
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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