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The mind of deathSilence. That was all that was. An all-encompassing silence. There were no birds chirping, no trees sighing, no brooks whispering.
Some might find it eerie, perhaps even scaring.
But not Sammael. He found that he preferred the silence to the constant roars of battle or the dredging sounds of the humans talking. The noises that humans seemed incapable of avoiding.
He was sitting in a forest. Well, at least an image of a forest. It was open, with light streaming through the canopy of leaves above him. a small brook was flowing near him, and the sweet-smelling grass was soft beneath him. The trees all around him were birches, still fairly young, with smooth, white bark.
He loved the forest. It was free of the influence of humans. There was silence and sound, both at the same time. There was no noise of machinery, no roar of battle, no footsteps rustling through the bushes and leaves.
But there was still birds chirping, leaves whispering, and water rustling.
But not now. Now, there was sil
Valentine's daySouth was walking in circles in his room, wondering what to do. It was Valentine's day, February 14th. Every year he would sit in his room with Norn and watch movies on this day.
But not this year.
How would he do it? Just walk straight to the door and ask? Wait until dinner and see if she came to the mess hall?.
In the end, after a lot of pondering and walking, he chose to go with it as it went. He put on some half-nice clothes - proper jeans, a white t-shirt and a simple green zip-up hoodie - and went out in the corridor, attempting to avoid all the other freelancers. He was so deep in thought that he walked right past the door, before stopping ten minutes later, wondering why he wasn't there. He backtracked until he was at the door, where he froze for a few minutes, suddenly unsure. "Come on, South. Just do it." he thought, attempting to pick up the courage to do it.
He raised his hand and knocked once, twice.
He knocked again, two times. Still nothing.
Agent South DakotaName: Lukas Berg
Alias: Bjami (Meaning bear in Norse)
Date of birth: November 16th 2523
Occupation: Besides freelancer, he is a smith
Hair colour: Pale, pale blonde
Eye colour: Icy blue
Height: 7' 2''/ 2m 15cm
Weight: ca. 130-140 kg (Mainly muscle)
Medical or mental problems: Intermittent Explosive Disorder (IED)
Blood type: AB-
Appearance: Short hair, one scar running from the abdomen the the left shin, twisting to the calf, a triple scar running from the left side of the chin to the right shoulder, Muscly build (Not like top bodybuilders, but like one who exercises regularly), Usually wears camo shorts and white t-shirt when not in armour.
Personality: A bit of a hot-head, South is a loner as well. He usually keeps to himself, and cares little for others. It takes time to get to know him, and even longer for him to trust you, but if he actually names you a friend, his true personality shines forth. Once a friend, you will never have any friend more loyal, and he is willing to
FCC - HalloweenSouth was sitting in the mess room. Alone. All the freelancers had been given the day off. It was Halloween, October 31st.
Where was New Hampshire?
Not that it mattered. Before South had met New Hampshire, he had been all alone.
Suddenly, the light in the mess hall went out. ''Nydelig. Helt flott.''
''Lovely. Just Perfect.''
He went out, intending to find the fuse for the power in the mess hall. It was dark in the hallway as well, but he had no problem with that. He was used to darkness from earlier night-time missions.
He walked down the corridor towards the fuse room when he heard something. It sounded like a dull grunt of pain. He went to investigate it, wondering why something was making a sound like that. He followed the direction he meant the sound came from, and ended up in front of his own room. Stealthily, silently, he opened the door.
What he saw made him fall to the ground.
New Hampshire, standing over Norn's body with a hunter's knife in his hand. Norn's skull was ba
No more spartansActivating translator....
Language to translate: Norwegian to English
''Glem det. Eg kommer ikke tilbake.''
''Forget it. I'm not coming back.''
''Lukas. For ni år siden sa du at du skulle trekke deg tilbake for å tenke. Jeg kjenner deg, du bruker ikke så mye tid på å tenke.''
''Lukas. Nine years ago you said you'd pull back to think. I know you, you don't use that much time to think.''
Two men were standing in a kitchen. Both of them had the same icy blue eyes, both of them were from Norway. Both of them had bodies scarred from fighting. The difference was that one of them had fought his last battle nearly a decade ago, while the other one came fresh from one.
''Kanskje eg gjør det. Eg e ikke frilanseren som dro for ni år siden.''
''Maybe I do. I'm not the freelancer that left nine years ago.''
''Og tatoveringen på brystet ditt? Når jeg møtte deg for femten år siden hadde du en tatovering av et bjør
RookieSouth walked towards the briefing room when a boy, perhaps 17-18 came next to him and asked ''Excuse me, have you seen Agent South?'' South stopped and looked at the kid, measuring him up and down. The kid had black hair and brown eyes, and was wearing a rookie insignia on his shoulder, a silver R.
''That would be me.'' Said South.
''Great, I've been assigned to y-hugh'' South was holding the rookie up after his neck. And this time, no armor or A.I. to help him
''What?! Assigned? to ME?!'' South held the rookie with one hand and begun to squeeze harder.
''South! Stop!'' The voice rang with authority.
''F*** you Sammael!'' South yelled back into the microphone, but he felt his grip loosen. He managed to keep it tight enough to hold the rookie up, but couldn't tighten it further. The rookie was trying to pry South's fingers loose from his neck, failing.
''Who said you were assigned to me?!'' South yelled at the kid.
''Thh cphtn'' the kid managed to wheeze out. So
Just a shop worker Sam x Shy!Reader
Throwing on her favourite black hoodie, she rubbed her wrists and tugged on some sneakers. She slipped on some glasses and grabbed the flask which contained coffee, the waking beverage.
Soft, autumn leaves fell before her, scattered across the floor. She was going back to the bunker with Team Free Will. Nervous was an understatement. It was her day back after being submitted into intensive care at the hospital after a rowdy hunt. Vampires and wendigos weren't the nicest things to go against alone. Now she had a scar going from her back to her chest, twirling.
Oh she may be weary
Them young girls they do get wearied
Wearing that same old miniskirt dress
But when she gets weary
She was nervous as hell, Sam was a big crush of hers and he always kept an eye on her, sharing the first genuine laugh and smile with her.
Shaking her head, she was oblivious to the fact that he loved her dearly and would do anything for her.
Clouds cleared the air and the ho
Dont Leave Me Dean X Angel!Reader
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WARNING: GORE, SPOILERS FOR 9X23.
The knife plunged into Dean's chest, and her world ended. The pain in her chest increased as she ran to his side, right now she didn't care if she went against God's orders, Dean was her main priority and she needed to save him.
"Dean!!" She screamed, her wings fluttering behind her.
His body collapsed into her arms, and she began sobbing.
"Dean, stop it!" She cried, shaking his body.
"H-hey ___." He spoke weakly, his hands limp either side of him. Being the daughter of Castiel gave her the same compassionate feelings but she still felt the pain of human emotions.
Holding her jacket to the wound, trying to hoisting him into her arms.
Everything froze, the world flashed in front of her.
Cas and ____ teleported outside of the bunker, Cas giving his daughter some tips.
Blossom Castiel x Reader
Snow fell delicately onto the grass, ice caking the pavements as Dean struggled to swipe the sleet off of 'baby's windows. Christmas morning dawned and Sam began cooking pie instead of the traditional Christmas meals. The Christmas tunes blasted through the house as ____ changed into black jeans and a white tank with a burgundy cardigan and a matching hat, courtesy of Sam. Tightly wrapped presents were placed under the tree, the festive lights gleaming colours of red, green and white. Her grin couldn't be any bigger as she saw Castiel pile in with Gabriel, who had a bucket full of candy of sorts.
"Gabe, you're the best." She grinned, picking out a stick of pocky and chewing the end of it like a rabbit with a carrot. Castiel slipped off his shoes and stood with a tense back.
"Cas!" She smiled, pulling him into a hug which he immediately complied to, holding her close. Ever since he met the adorable girl, he'd fallen for her beautiful heart
Superman (Superhero America x Reader Songfic)
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that nïeve
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
You had known Alfred for years, and everything about him was absolutely perfect to you. His hair was always sloppy, but that's the way you liked it. His ocean colored orbs always looked so defined behind his glasses, but you also loved it when he didn't wear them. That dorky smile he put on gave you goosbumps, of course, in a good way.
I'm more than a bird
I'm more than a plane
I'm more than some pretty face beside a train
And it's not easy
To be me
But, through all those years, you and Alfred had a secret from the rest of society. A secret that only the CIA and FBI wonder about. A secret that little boys and girls fantasized about.
Alfred was, in fact, Superman. He was the Hero everyone wondered about. Whenever he yelled out "I'm the hero!", he was telling the truth. But, because of how silly he actually acted, no one ever took him seriously. He would go home each day and sulk about i
HurryHe was still standing when I rounded the bend, but the assailants were long gone.
I ran to his side just in time to feel his scrawny body fall against me, weak paws gripping at my body with intent of desperation. We both lowered to the stone pavement, and I held up his head for support. By now there was no energy left in his legs.
A scarlet flower was blooming on his sweater, growing more with each second. I stared at it, not fully comprehending what I was looking at. I found myself picking at the edge of his sweater, slowly peeling it up to reveal the damage underneath, and his dark shaking paw stopped me, still self-conscious as ever, even now.
I gritted my teeth and forcefully yanked the fabric up, shoving his paw out of the way to see the deep slice that marred right under his lung area. It was messy, smudges already all around the vicinity of the wound and still pumping the liquid life in thick rivulets down his thin torso.
I found myself shaking.
Dash had gone out by himself toni
Magic Remote - 2 I awoke the next morning with my mind completely void of anything that had happened the night before. I was cradling Jessie in my arms. Then as I tried to kiss the top of her head-and kissed my pillow instead, I remembered.
I sat up and stretched.
"Aww-fuck-" I groaned. I looked down at Jessie's headless body. She was still naked. And then I looked down at myself-so was I.
"Jess-" I said wearily, looking for her head. I looked over and saw it sitting on my night stand, her long, straight brown hair hanging down. I thought it was so cute. I leaned forward and gave her a kiss.
Her eyes opened slowly
"Hey, baby." She smiled
"Last night was fun, huh?" I smiled back
"Oh yeah." Jessie looked at her body.
"I need clothes." She yawned
"So do I"
I stood up and opened my night stand, pulling out socks and underwear. Then I found Jessie's bra and her jeans. I tossed them to her and she began to dress herself although her head was still detache
You and IYou and I
Setting: Franky's Room in the Penguin Band's Igloo
Date: June 30th, 2013
Time: 5:04 AM PST
(Point of View: Franky)
I woke up with a jolt, sitting halfway up and looking at my alarm clock. It's only five. I still have awhile more to sleep, but I'm just not tired. I want this day to start now.
I looked at my yellow puffle, Lily, who was sleeping in her puffle-bed peacefully. She wasn't having any trouble sleeping. She never does.
Must be nice to be a puffle.
I sat all the way up and stayed sitting for a minute, then got out of bed. I put on my green hoodie and zipped it up over the blue t-shirt I'd slept in.
I quietly pushed open my bedroom door. Nobody was up yet, so I waddled out to the kitchen and put on my purple-and-gray high tops. Then I went outside, closing the door behind me.
I didn't go far-- in fact, I only waddled a little ways down our street before stopping and sitting on a bench. I just need some fresh air and I want to clear my mind.
I played with
Come Back To Me (Comatose!America x Reader Songfic
Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face
You told me how proud you were but I walked away
If only I knew what I know today
It's been months since you've heard your best friend's voice. Each day, you would sit by his bedside and tell him about current events. You would go on and on about work, and how Luciano wouldn't get off your ass about Matt asking to marry you already.
Every now and then, you would think about the incident.
Him, Matthew, and couple others were in the car, taking a drive. Matthew was driving, and seemed to swerve off the road.
Everyone was injured and awake, while Alfred was put in a coma.
You were visiting your boyfriend, Matthew, in the hospital that same night when he told you what happened.
"I-It's...It's all my fault. I'm the reason everyone's in this mess...", he explained, beating himself up over it.
I would hold you in my arms
I would take the pain away
Thank you for all you've done
Forgive all your mistakes.
It was another day
1: BeginningsSouth entered the mess hall, seeing immediately why it was so named. There were thirty or forty tables, accommodating the 50 other freelancers, who sat in pairs, groups, and some, alone. He could see several empty tables walking towards where the food was.
Now there's a nice welcome. He thought, looking at the food. Fiskegrateng. There was melted butter and potatoes beside it as well. South grabbed a plate and filed it as good as he could. It had been a long trip to HQ, and he was hungry.
Having stuffed his plate with food, he found himself a nice, empty table and sat down, beginning to eat.
If it keeps going this way in foods, this should be a nice stay.
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