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Heartcore Harem: Arc II, Chapter 9Arc II - Bonding
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Syranon stood several meters from Ryodalin and bore a somewhat resigned look. When his first Bondmate, Sukina Lashiec, had asked to join him for his morning trainings with Ryodalin, he saw no problem with the request. In fact, if he had been open, he was somewhat excited to have another friend there to counter his human one's aggression.
His enthusiasm hit a sturdy wall several days later, however, when his Bondmate had brought along her sister Amethyst. To top even that, it seemed Teodora had decided to join them as well, looking nearly as perturbed as Amethyst. The two rivals were standing off to the side with Sukina while Syranon and Ryodalin sparred, casting glares at him and his Bondmate. Syranon raised the wooden staff he was using today and blocked a vicious kick from the redhead with it. Using the force of the impact, he leapt back to create some distance between the two of them before leaping in, using the tip of his weapon like a spear.
Heartcore Harem: Arc II, Chapter 8* * *
Arc II - Bonding
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Words seeming of nonsense emerged from his mouth as he began channeling the energies necessary for the ritual. Moving to one side of the largest runed circle in the center of the floor, Sukina turned her back to Syranon and started to unbutton her uniform, fingers hesitant. The beastman himself took a deep breath to steel himself and moved opposite her, doing the same. He could feel the heat spreading across his face and stopped before removing his shirt. "Sir Asmodai...is stripping down so much really necessary?"
The overfiend was in no position to answer, so Sukina, turned her head to look over her shoulder and respond for him. "Yes...besides the minor aspect of keeping our clothes intact, the bond requires a...rather intimate beginning. Since we would be linked by soul, there can be no hiding about the body. Do...do you want to stop, Syranon? I don't want to force you into anything against your will..."
A swallow brought his voice back to him,
Heartcore Harem: Arc I, Chapter 7* * *
Arc I - Aptitude Testing
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"Suko!" Syranon shouted, trying to rouse the younger demoness. A faint mumble escaped her lips, but no significant noise responded to him. Kneeling down he picked her up, surprised at how light she felt. He had little difficulty supporting her weight as he moved as swiftly as he dared down the stairs and out of the library. He had no idea if Amethyst knew of her sister's collapse or what might cause it, but he knew exactly who to seek out for help.
Finding himself before the door to his goal, he felt the demoness stir. "S-Syranon?" she asked, looking up at him. A blush crossed her cheeks when she realized he was carrying her. "You can put me down...if you want to..."
"Oh. Er, right," he said, helping her to her feet. She still clung to his arm for support. "What happened, Suko? Don't tell me you're fine, you just passed out."
The demoness found she couldn't meet his eyes or find words to speak before the door in front of them opened and As
Heartcore Harem: Arc I, Chapter 6Arc I - Aptitude Training
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Dust flew in a circle from where Syranon hit the ground with a grunt. "Oww! That one really hurt! Can't you take it easier on me?"
Fists clenched in her fighting stance, Ryodalin looked down at the beastman with irritation in her eyes. "You think an opponents ever going to 'take it easy' on you, Syranon? Get up! You should be able to at least defend yourself better than this, even if you can't beat me!"
"I'm trying, I really am! You just seem to be more aggressive today."
The redhead's eyebrows knitted and she narrowed her eyes before grabbing the front of his uniform. Spinning and bending her knees, she hurled him over her head and onto his back again before he could react, knocking the wind from his lungs. "You haven't seen aggressive, Syranon. Don't take me lightly. You've been reading too many books lately, getting softer...taking too many baths."
Gasping below her, Syranon missed the implicatio
Heartcore Harem: Arc I, Chapter 4Arc I - Aptitude Testing
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"All right, we're going to be starting today by seeing how you all fare in a test of magical endurance. Hope you got enough sleep. I know only one of you tested strongly for magic, but this will be important for all of you nonetheless." Morgrehn looked at the four students in front of them, noting that Syranon and, to a lesser extent, Ryodalin were both sweating in their uniforms already despite the cool morning. "Looks like you two had some experience this morning already."
Syranon suppressed a groan, knowing it was obvious they had. He remembered well every strike Ryodalin had landed on him and every block he failed to make. It was difficult not to rely on his Aegis spell during their training to ease the blows, but he knew the training would be more effective without. Not that it would kill her to hold back a bit... he thought to himself.
Their instructor looked at them with amusement shining in his eyes. "I see also you all remembered to bri
Heartcore Harem: Arc I, Chapter 3Arc I - Aptitude Testing
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As the glow faded back down and allowed him to see clearly, the figure that had grabbed him resolved into a furious Amethyst. "What kind of crap is this, cat?! Are you trying to blind us? How in all the hells did you do that?" Her hands wrapped in his shirt collar and shook him.
"I-I don't know! I've never done that kind of thing before!" He looked at each of the others' reactions and saw no help to be had, only mixed degrees of curiosity, judgement, and astonishment. Teodora in particular was rubbing her chin with a conspirational grin creeping up.
Asmodeus put a quelling hand on the succubus' shoulder and caused her to release the young beastman, turning her attention to him. "Well done, young man," he said with a smile. "That was nearly as bright as it glows when I approach too closely. I think you might have even gotten more than Morgrehn."
"He did, you demon." Whether the elder beastman was pert
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Mike was cleaning the camera lens for the fourth time that evening when Mr. Prez walked in red faced.
“Still no answer?” Mike asked.
Mr. Prez clenched his phone with rage. “Still no answer.” He said pinching his nose. He looked around the room. All the equipment was set up; the lights, the camera, the props. Everything was in place for the photo shoot except the thing they were shooting.
“I can't believe she did this again. How does she expect to make to make it in this industry if she is always late or a no show?” Mr. Prez said with his head pointed toward the ceiling.
“Maybe she just got caught up? Mike said putting the camera down.
“Oh please I'm tired of her excuses, it's always something.” Mr. Prez looked down at his watch. “Oh we're running out of time and I need these pictures for the spread next week. I can't have another late entry, the outlet will never forgive me.”
Mr. Prez started pacing back and forth.
Words In The Rain
Donnie watched Mikey silently pulled on his rain boots and coat; while Donnie did the same. Everyone else had long since fallen asleep but not him and Mikey. They’d both lain awake in their bed, occasionally poking the other to make sure they were still awake. Only when the gentle sounds of their father’s snores reached their ears did they know they were safe to move. Slowly they’d gotten out of bed before silently pulling on their boots and coats while doing their best not to wake their brother’s or father. In front of him Donnie watched as Mikey struggled to do up the buttons in his coat. Giggling slightly Donnie pushed his little brother’s fingers out of the way and did the buttons for him; snapping them into place before buttoning up his own jackets before grinning at Mikey.
Mikey grinned back at him and nodded “yeah!”
A second later the 6 year old turtle clasped his hands over his mouth, his eyes going wide in fear tha
yandere!Bertholdt x reader: Devil's spoke INTRO
By now, someone should have rousted you from bed and thrown you into training. The scratching of your nails on the mattress brought you out of your slumber. Softly groaning, you forced your eyes open and rubbed your face, everything around you still quiet. Your fingers tapped the headboard that sat against the wall, and your eyes scanned every detail of the bunk above you as your mind tried to wake up enough to consider leaving your sheets. The absolute silence reminded you that no one else could be awake. There were snores, peaceful sighs and tossing and turning. You almost missed the sound of heavy boots stomping down the hall at night, your father never practicing the art of not shaking the house as he walked. A rather obnoxious sound, really, but a sound at least.
At last there was a noise other than yourself. You heard the bed springs above you creak and you looked over to meet blue eyes. Annie, the girl that slept above you, was leaning over the side of her mattress; her upside d
Roana Hood: An alerntive Robin Hood Chapter 1It started with a stormy night. The rain lashed relentlessly against the windows while lightning shock the ground and thunder filled the air. In a little house on the outskirts of the village, close to the forest, were 2 young children huddled in the corner near the fireplace to hide from the frightening monsters that haunted the air and threatened to steal them from their kind old grandmother, who was sitting in her rocking chair, smiling at her grandchildren's fear of the natural weather.
"Come on children, the thunder and lightning will not harm you. It is merely God moving his furniture around." the grandmother told her children, trying to take their minds off of the frequent storms that had hit their homeland for the past few weeks. "Well he's been changing his mind a lot them hasn't he?" said the older one, a boy called Simon, retorted. His younger sister, called Emily, giggled at his joke while their grandmother laughed along. She smiled at him and laughed again when his frown w
words while sick
Mikey watched as in front of him Donnie coughed for a moment before letting out a gentle wheeze. “sorry……can't play……today.”
Mikey shook his head, “Downy be better.”
As he spoke he leaned over making sure the small blanket that was draped over his older brother covered as much of him as it could. Under the blankets Donnie smiled weakly. “I’ll…..be ok…… need rest.”
Behind him Mikey felt Leo and Raph shift, “we leave you now Donnie. Get better.”
Donnie nodded and closed his eyes, doing his best to draw in deep breaths but only succeeding in making himself cough more.
Mike felt his brother’s touch his shoulder, trying to get him to follow them out of the room. But he ignored them, shrugging off their touches as he moved in closer to Donnie. “help?”
Donnie opened an eye and looked at him. “m…Mikey?”
Mikey nodded, “how help?”
Donnie smiled wea
Words In A Drawing
Splinter smiled to himself as he looked over his sons. Raphael and Leonardo were lying on their stomachs while they colored, occasionally shifting to pick up a different crayon from the small pile they had. Donatello use using a chair as a make-shift table while at his feet Michelangelo was using a small box as a table. Splinter sighed and closed his eyes, returning to his meditations. He’d learned long ago that if he wanted peace and quiet he had to distract his sons. And nothing did this better then coloring, not only did it distract his sons but it also provided him with the oddly soothing ‘whoosh’ sounds the crayons made as they passed over the paper. A small noise made splinter’s ears flick towards his sons. “Mikey?”
He opened his eyes, watching as his youngest son pointed to his new headband before pointing to Raph, all the while gently tugging on Donatello’s hand. Donatello looked at him for a moment trying to understand what his little
The Lives We Lead (CHAPTER 7)HEY FOLKS, YOU SHOULD MAKE YOURSELVES REALLY COMFY FOR THIS CHAPTER; IT’S THE LONGEST CHAPTER IN THE WHOLE STORY.(8,215 words)
HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT.
Breakfast was an odd affair. All around them patrons of the diner eat and chatting; seemingly without a care in the world. In front of him Mikey watched as Leo stirred his oatmeal absentmindedly. He’d been doing that for several minutes now, pushing the slushy grains around without actually eating any of them. Mikey himself had practically inhaled the waffle, eggs, and hashbrowns that he had ordered. Now he sat watching as Leo continued to stir his food, a look of reserved fear flickering across his face. “Leo…..” Mikey kept his voice soft so as not to startle Leo; but also so as not to let anyone else here him. Leo looked up at him, his eyes that of someone who was scared and confused. “I’m……..I’m not hungry.” Leo pushed the bowl away
The Gatherer of TwigsThe flames don’t burn. They itch... as week old tattoos often do. A wildfire of orange and gold crawls from my ankle to my knee, my left leg engulfed forever. I’ve been branded by a demon, its soul sinking into my skin like enchanted ink.
This happens every time, I carry one mark for each soul I have reaped. My right forearm bears a feather from a Phoenix, there is a lone wing in blinding white that takes up half my back from the only Angel I've ever taken. Vibrant cerulean and jade scales swirl around my neck like a collar- those appeared after a pair of Selkies. A tangle of hissing snakes wrap around my left thigh thanks to a nasty, ancient Gorgon. I also have waves on my ass cheeks from a snarky Leviathan and a zombie Chihuahua dressed in pink on my left bicep from an even snarkier Hellhound.
I am a reaper, guiding the souls of only supernatural beings to the afterlife. I am not Death. I do not wear a hooded cloak or carry a scythe. Death is a cranky bastard and ri
The Lives We Lead (CHAPTER 7.5)CHAPTER 7.5
Slowly Donnie woke, blinking as he slowly sat up. looking across the room he bit his lip. Raphael had shifted, he no longer lay under the covers and blankets but instead sat sitting on top of them. he’d pulled on his underwear and pants with his shirt slung over his shoulder, while he held his head in his hands. As Donnie watched Raph's sides shook slightly. “R….raph?” Donnie’s voice made Raph flinch slightly, yet still the red turtle turned a little to look at him with one eye. “oh……sorry…….I…….I didn’t mean to……….wake you.” Sitting up a little more Donnie made sure to keep the blankets around his chest and neck; there was no need to remind Raph of what had happened the night before. “raph……..are you…….ok?” he watched as Raph took another breath his sides shaking. “I………I……….” h
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
A Turning Point in the Clockwork WarA war of attrition
depends on supply and drawdown,
how much you have and how much you use up.
With personnel, the balance concerns
the influx of recruitment versus
the outflow of casualties, deserters, invalids.
There is only so much loss
that a fighting force can sustain
and still fight.
Pilot Claude Archer was the first
to challenge his invalid discharge.
"I don't need legs to fly," he said,
patting the healed stumps of his thighs.
"My Osprey runs on elbow grease."
The members of the discharge board
paused and looked at each other.
What he said was true.
The Osprey-class fighter jets
relied on hand controls,
and a sharp eye and iron nerve.
Fingers flicked through the stack
of discharge papers -- so many, many pages.
So many soldiers lost, never to fight again.
They could not afford to let slip even one
who might be retained, somehow,
to face the front line once more.
Far less could the war effort spare
one of its best pilots.
So they put Pilot Archer back on the roster,
may as well buy another packcollapse, and breathe into the carpet:
sunday mornings are not
for falling apart, but damn
the amphorics, this
is not an atmosphere.
you fell in love like you always
wish you didn't, made all their
smiles replaceable, interchangeable,
fell asleep with shadows and kept
drinking, just letting yourself sleep
with blue pills
and tried not to scream.
(keep this image in your head:
fire and nectarines, a sudden jerk
of realization, inspiration
breaking your neck and leaving you forever
breaking bones is not so different
from breaking hearts - it's all about
the leverage, the angle, the mode
(and at least it wasn't personal;
it can color in your own guilt
for starting lines and never ending
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