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         You're signaled by Shigure that it's finally your turn to play. You walk up to where he's standing and place your hand inside the pot he has held out for you. After a few seconds of feeling around, you choose a very familiar item, a pen. "I think I know whose this is." You looked up at Shigure, waving the pen in his face. "Oh, that is mine." He laughed and snatched the pen from you. "This is going to be just wonderful. Locked in a closet with a pretty young girl, it just makes me want to sing." "No, please don't." Yuki and Kyo pleaded for him to stay quiet in unison. "Fine, fine. I'll just go into the closet now. Someone else is g

Previously... "Those wonderful rings are made of pure genimite, also known as creeping crystal. It's crystal that grows remarkably fast. By nightfall, your friends will be completely covered in it. Terrible, really. But I can stop it, only if I have your full cooperation." After he said that, their rings started to grow. "Ah! It's already creeping!" Sokka said. "I'll do what you want." A pleased smile grew on his face. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* I have completed two out of the three tests. The final one will be held in the arena. 'A fight probably.' There were three men stand in a row underneath the balcony the King was

 Previously... Aang, Katara and I were waiting on Sokka to get on Appa to get out of here. I turned around and saw that Suki placed a kiss on his cheek. 'Well, I'll be teasing him about that later.' Sokka quickly ran up Appa's tail and sat down on the saddle. "Appa, yip, yip!" And we were off. As we were flying by, Zuko and I captured eachother gazes, but it was only for a few seconds. After gaining a little distance from the island, Katara said, "I know that it's difficult, but the whole village would have been destroyed if we stayed, you did the right thing, Aang." Suddenly, Aang leaped off of Appa. "What are you doing?!" Katara shoute

:bulletyellow: Nuada x Reader: Summer Rain :bulletyellow: In the beautiful wilds of rolling dells and little rivers, there was a forest- old and elegant beyond measure. For thousands of years it had been an unparalleled wonder, housing a special species of tree that could not be found anywhere else in the world . . . and now it was dying. This end was not brought on by natural causes, but rather the greed of humankind. They had destroyed the area around the ancient forest years ago, for more living space and businesses. And now, having used up all the space, they turned to the body of trees with saws and giant machines that could ruin the de

You were sitting on a bench, mentally cursing yourself as the cold night air cut through your light t-shirt. It had been perfect attire for the pleasantly sunny day but was hardly appropriate for the night’s decreased temperatures. You wrapped your arms around yourself in a hug as you shivered and stared at the road in front of you. You’d already walked in circles a few times in an attempt to recognize something or determine at least what direction you should walk to get closer to home but always ended up back at this bench, and after a particularly close encounter in one of the neighboring alleyways, you decided to stay here as

“Ohmygodimsosorryididntseeyou-“you began, trying desperately not to mumble incoherently like you did when you were embarrassed. But you were cut off by a cheerful, Irish accented, “it’s alright, it’s alright no harm done!” The man was already on his feet, holding his hand out. He stood there, a slight smile on his face.  You immediately started to analyse him. His dark eyes watched you with a curiosity that was slightly unnerving, but there was something deep within them that wasn’t quite right. He hadn’t shaved for two days. His suit was exquisite, Westwood judging by the weaving of the mater

Dantooine One month after the destruction of Starkiller Base Clank-clank-clank-clank... The cadence of Stormtroopers on the march drives itself into your ears, drawing closer and closer to your 'practice,' such as it is, where you've managed to pull in a few of the walking wounded who fled from the Troopers' first onslaught.  They're almost here. You chance a look out the window as you move between patients.  A figure in orange and white runs past the window--frantic, horrified.  A Resistance pilot.  Hurry up! you fervently wish, knowing very well he'll never hear you. There's only so much you can do for the wounded gathered here.  You ma

  “Reid-“ You started, only to be interrupted again.   “And I don’t think you should be going on cases.” “Reid-“   “And you definitely shouldn’t be flying anywhere once you hit your second trimester just to be extra careful, and-“   “Spencer!” You shouted, and Reid stopped talking, mouth shutting immediately. “I’m pregnant, I’m not porcelain. I’ll be fine.”   “But what if something happens? I don’t want anything to happen to you or the baby.”   “If it makes you happy, I’ll go on fewer cases once I get farther al