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EnglandXReader- Happily Ever AfterGazing around your small hut, you took notice that it was unkempt and dirty. While you loved your husband, Arthur, you had to admit, it was very messy. You ignored this fact and kept packing your bags, happy that you were about to go see your parents. You closed your suitcase and let down your (h/l) (h/c) hair to brush it out. After completing this task, you moved to the next one. You went to find your husband, Arthur, discovering he was outside.
"Arthur, it'll be fine! My parents will love you!" you reassured him.
He didn't want to go. The people of your kingdom hated Arthur. There was a reason you lived in the middle of nowhere. The people in your kingdom thought of Arthur as an ogre or some sort of monster, and he was an outcast. He was a little schizophrenic, but that didn't make him a monster!
You heard wooden wheels creak and you turned, seeing the white carriage had arrived.
"Arthur, the carriage is here," you said softly. He said nothing. "I'm going to go get my thin
[PA] More LazderA dark haired little girl with golden eyes skips up to Lazlo, then stands there, beaming up at him. Lazlo stares at the little girl.
The girl grins widely and chatters something fast in Latin, grabbing his hand and tugging on it expectantly.
I don’t speak Latin… perhaps she’s a Roman demigod? I know the Romans spoke Latin. Lazlo thinks.
“Do you speak English?” I feel stupid asking that.
The girl tilts her head, frowning at him. She then pulls him towards some trees, still babbling in Latin.
Lazlo frowns, replying, “No, I guess you don’t. Alright.” He follows the girl, thinking, Doesn’t Thunder speak Latin…?
The girl gets to a clearing and stops, smiling at Lazlo. A golden wave comes off her and she turns into Thunder, with one eye green and one eye gold. “Hey up, beautiful.” She smiles crookedly.
“What the-! Thunder… I…? What the hell?!&
[PA] IntroductionsKym Runiker sat in her dorm, flute in hand as she gazed down at her favorite song to play. She absolutely loved it, but damn, it was hard! A frown played on her lips as she ran her finger over the notes, her brow furrowed. She began biting the inside her cheek absentmindedly, as an expression of confusion splayed itself on her face. She took her silver flute in both hands, going over a few fingerings.
“Ahh, okay!” she exclaimed, smiling, as she wrote something down on the paper. She lifted the instrument to her lips and began blowing air through it, producing a calming tune as she played through the different notes.
After just a short while, a knock on the door made her stop playing and lift her gaze to see a short blonde girl and a taller boy with black hair. They had features alike, and Kym wondered to herself if they were siblings.
“Uhm, hello! I’m sorry if I interrupted you,” the blonde announced from across the room.
“Oh, no, that’s fine,&
Only The Truth: Chp. 10I’m too late.
There’s no saving him now.
He’s gonna forget about me.
Might as well give up now.
Akiko sits in the middle of the large open area of grass at the park, sobbing her eyes out. Her body trembles, shakes. She lets out a yell and more tears fall.
“Akiko-chan?! What’s wrong?”
The blue-eyed girl looks up, meeting Nagihiko’s eyes. She begins sobbing again. Nagihiko falls to his knees, hugging his long-time friend.
“It’s okay. It’s alright,” he soothes, quietly. Eventually Akiko’s sobbing ceases, and she begins to explain, hiccupping.
“Eito -hic- took my advice and -hic- told this girl what he feels -hic- about her. I had this dream, where -hic- Eito was about to marry this girl, -hic- Minami. But he didn’t want -hic- to. And… Eito’s new girlfriend’s name… is -hic- Minami.”
Akiko takes a drink from her water bot
[PA Talent Show] Part Of Your World [Remy]Remy Blue was pacing back and forth in her room, wringing her hands. A soft knock at the door startled her, grabbing her attention.
“Rems?” asked a familiar voice. Of course it was Lazlo, the one person who called Remy Rems.
“What’s wrong?” her older brother asked softly, sitting on her bed.
“I wanna do an act in the talent show but I don’t know what!” Remy replied, plopping down beside her brother.
“Well… think about your talents. It is a talent show, after all.”
“Well… I can control fire… but I’m not really good at that. I can shoot a bow well… but that’s too boring. I could sing, maybe.”
“Yeah. You have a pretty voice. What’s your favorite song? That you know word-for-word?”
This made Remy have to think. She scoured her brain. There were tons of songs she loved, but she didn’t know them word-for-word. There was just one song… but to sing it a
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