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Epilogue: Kino der TotenEPILOGUE.
David's weapon was dry, a double barrelled shotgun, each shell had claimed the life of a dog in the pack but there were six of them. Jasper had claimed three of them. The last dog leapt at him, it was black, a meter tall at the shoulder and weighed a shitload more than David. Its jaws were open and growing ever larger.
In adrenaline fuelled slow motion David backed up, lowering his weapon with his right hand and drawing his knife with his left in a reverse grip. David leant back, putting a foot back to steady himself before thrusting with the knife.
Shwack. The Fairburn Sykes dagger sunk into the eye of the canine, killing it instantly. The weight of the creature slammed into him and he absorbed it with the help of his rear foot. He slammed the creature to the floor.
Jasper gave an approving nod from across the decaying lobby, .303 bolt action in hand. David gave one last cautious look around the decaying lobby before yanking the blade back out.
'Nice. We better sc
The Clockwork Heart (Germany x Doll!Reader)
"What am I?"
Not who, but what.
"A doll. I made you."
You ingest this news with an impassive face, though since it is made of sheet metal, the blonde man supposes that it would be hard for you to properly emote. You lift a hand to inspect it. It is meticulously crafted, as would be inspected from one of the top engineers around. It would almost be able to pass for a real human hand, if not for the obvious artificial joints used to craft together your fingers and knuckles. Now another question comes.
"Why did you make me?"
He doesn't answer.
He doesn't answer because he just can't bring himself to tell you he did not mean to bring you to life.
"Who are you?" you now ask, taking in the features of your apparent creator.
There is a slight tint of pink to his pale cheeks, which offsets his somewhat somber expression. He glances at you with piercing blue eyes, this mechanical miracle, and he knows that he owes you as best an explanation as he can offer, under these strange circumstanc
Dean's Pie: Dean x Reader oneshotThe can hissed as your pressed the nozzle down and swirled a generous amount of whipped cream over your microwaved slice of apple pie. It was the last slice… You were craving something sweet. You shoved the can of cream back into the fridge, a naughty smile on your lips as you scurried across the bunker to hide behind a bookshelf and eat your pie in secret.
You slid low into a chair, pulling your knees into your chest and trying to make yourself as small as possible. If Dean caught you sneaking the last slice of pie, you were dead. The forbiddenness of it all made the pie even sweeter.
Your fork scraped against the plate as you took the first bite. Your eyes rolled in ecstasy. It was the perfect blend of caramelized apple and cinnamon. It was surprisingly delicious, despite being a gas station dessert. You couldn’t help but sigh through your nose and slump back.
‘I feel like I need a cigarette,’ you thought to yourself with amusement. Seriously. This pie was li
Way WAY Too Many Apple PiesThe spirit of autumn was in full effect as the Fall Festival lasted well into the evening hours. This was when things really started to pick up. Everywhere one looked, one could see the homemade lamps hanging from the clotheslines on high along all the beaten paths, illuminating the booths and pavilions in an ambiance of natural and artificial light. More guests arrived as the golden sunset took center stage. Every so often, a cool breeze would carry with it scents of lavender, pine, and cinnamon; a seasonal bouquet perpetuated by the merchandise of the many vendors and booth owners present on this festive evening.
“Ugh…” Diamond Tiara rubbed her groaning belly as she made her way through the park. “Explain to me again why exactly I let you drag me all the way out into the boonies for some hick festival?”
“Oh, don’t be like that.” Chirped Silver Spoon, placing her hands on Diamond’s shoulders as she walked closel
Ghosts of the Past
Title: Ghosts of the Past
Game: Mass Effect Series
characters/pairing: Garrus x Reader
Disclaimer: Bioware owns all things associated with the Mass Effect series. You own you. I just own the plot.
Garrus groaned as he crouched behind the wall, clutching his wounded side, hoping to slow the bleeding as he caught his breath. It was hard to believe that it’s come down to this. Hurt. Cornered………….Alone. Garrus clenched his free hand into a fist at the memory of what happened……...the pain still fresh and raw at the thought. His entire team, gone in nearly one fell swoop, the few survivors dead minutes later. He felt sick to his stomach…..he failed everyone……...it was a joke to think he could be a l
Vacation in Puerto Rico: Part 3
Jess clapped a hand over her mouth at hic-urping from feeling him slide inside her stomach like that, while her face turned a bit red. She ran her fingers along her waist as she felt his form within and those little, rubbing hands. Slipping further into the hot tub, she sighed as she tried to not find this awkward. It was meant to be fun after all. In fact, it felt even better with Ike in there while the bubbling, warm water rushed over her form. Her hands flattened out as they massaged over the belly deeper in order for him to feel, but did not resort to flexing her abs. She figured that might not feel quite as nice as this.
I was familiar with the noises that Jess' body made, but there was something new? Pressing my ear against the inside of Jess's belly, I could hear the low rumbling of the hot tub on the outside, as bubbles streamed to the surface and flowed against her body; it felt a bit like a massage as I snuggled against her
Born of Lightning and Death ( Hijack )Jack mumbled quietly, his arm tightening around Hiccup. The viking and the spirit were fast asleep, snuggling in the pitch blackness of Hiccup's bedroom. With a soft squeak, Hiccup curled up in a tighter ball, clasping the corner of the fluffy blanket. Jack had insisted on it, the viking had been shivering in his sleep and it was December on Berk.
Jack smirked in his sleep- no shivering. Just a peaceful night with the sleepy brunette tucked under his arm.
Jack shrieked, jumping up in the bed, clutching the blanket.
Half-asleep, he flung open the shutters of the window, whacking Toothless with a well-aimed pillow.
" Born of lightning and death itself indeed! SHUT UP TOOTHLESS I'M SLEEPING!!"
With a grumble, Jack flopped back down on the bed, wrapping his arms around a very shaken, very sleepy, and very wide-eyed Hiccup.
Snowdragons ( Hijack, Frozen AU )" Even Hiccup..."
Tap, tap, ta-tap, tap.
Jack's head snapped up, and he glanced over at the door, fearfully. Reaching across the bed, he shoved on his gloves, before leaping off and pressing himself to the cold wood.
Frost formed on the wood as he tried to listen to his stepbrother through the door.
" Do you wanna build a snowman? C'mon, let's go and play! I never see you anymore! Come out the door! It's like you've gone away!"
A child's gloved hand reached for the doorknob, touching it with tentative fingers.
" We used to be best buddies! And now we're not...i wish you would tell me why! Do you wanna build a snowman? It doesn't have to be a snowman-!"
Jack ripped his hand back, holding it to his chest, " Go away Hiccup!"
He grimaced and roughly wiped the tears with the back of his hand.
A few years passed.
Tap, tap, ta-tap, tap!
" Do you wanna build a snowman? Or read 'bout dragons in the halls? I think some company is overdue,
Gone (Contest entry) Simon hadn’t moved in a week.
They had been about to go on another adventure, just the two of them; Lewis had told him to be at the wide meadow an hour’s walk from Yoglabs by noon. The spring day had been clear, and Simon had taken his time walking down the beaten path to their usual meeting place; he was late, but Lewis was used to that. The sky had been a brilliant robin’s egg blue, the poppies were nodding in a soft breeze, and birds chirped softly as they flew overhead on their daily errands.
The sky was clear now, and he hated it. How could the sun be shining like nothing had happened? The sky would be eternally gray for him now.
He’d heard the struggle before he’d seen it, the worn boots which clad his feet scuffing up small plumes of dust as Simon increased his pace. One hand had risen to adjust his horned helmet in preparation of a fight. The sounds had gotten louder as he’d approached: voices raised in anger and d
Swing-Style ( Hijack, Swing Kids AU )Jack laughed as they ran, holding tightly to Hiccup's hand.
The Secret Police attempted to chase them, but the two Swing Kids had a big head start, and the policemen were imbeciles anyway.
" So!" Jack called over the wind against their faces, " What would your dad say about you in a dress?"
" He'd hate it!" Hiccup giggled.
" And the German police?"
" 'Son! You take those women's clothes off right this instant, and you come and join the HJ-"
They both finished it.
"-'Like sensible young men!'"
Flirting their inevitable escape, they swing danced a few steps before running again, shouting record music at the top of their lungs.
In a break in the song, Hiccup tugged lightly on Jack's sleeve.
" You know what else the HJ would hate?"
Jack blinked, "...What?"
Hiccup jumped into his dance-partner's arms, swing-style, but instead of being flipped over Jack's head, he kissed him.
" Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, you are the craziest Swing Boy i've ever met!"
" Then you must just looooovee crazy
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