Baby Don't cry EXO (Lay X Mermaid Reader) by HellSiNLordZ, literature
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Baby Don't cry EXO (Lay X Mermaid Reader)
It’s been a year already. I hope you are living well in the ocean.
Every evening during the sunset, I will always come to the beach. Sometime with my group member but mostly myself alone. The waves crashing by the nearby rocks remind me of your long beautiful wavy hair and your white shiny fish tail of yours. Yes, you are a mermaid and one of the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my whole live and it’s hard for me to forget.
I remember the time we first meet; I was with my other 11 member after we did our dance practice called ‘Growl’… Yes, my name is Lay from EXO member. It was been a week after we had f
The First Snow (Kise X Bruneian- Reader) pt.1 by HellSiNLordZ, literature
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The First Snow (Kise X Bruneian- Reader) pt.1
Kise07: And so ya, I won the match yesterday 109-52. XP
[Name]: 0[]0 wah!!! That much?! You are really good in basketball… Anyway… congrats… :D
Kise07: Thanks, [Name]-cchi~! <3 So, what you doing now?
[Name]: Just the usual~ internet, reading & later I need to wash the car under the damn hot sun
Kise07: Lucky you, my pace is freezing like crazy suu~ X* Even though my match continue.
Kise07: Hello?
Kise07: [Name]-cchi, you still there?
[Name]: Ya… Thinking just now…
Kise07: What are you thinking? About me~? XD
[Name]: Lol, no… It just that… I want to see a snow… a real snow…
~”~&
The First Snow (Kise X Bruneian- Reader) pt.2 by HellSiNLordZ, literature
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The First Snow (Kise X Bruneian- Reader) pt.2
It’s been two weeks since I had chat with Kise. Having lots of assignment made my head spinning. So stress, as you need to finish them on time. Although I didn’t get a chance to chat with him, he still kept on sending me messages about the day he had done and asking me about the day I had done. I think his place must be snowing right now, the whole street filled with white, cold ice vapour come out like a breathing dragon when you breathe out your hot air from your mouth. Damn, I’m so envious of him, get to see all four season while I can only see ONE.
One more weeks before my assignment deadline and the good thing is that I
Le vent à ma fenêtre.
À ma fenêtre habillée de nuit,
Le vent s’essouffle et hurle son bruit.
Mon moi d’univers est en dérive
Au bruissement des ailes du vivre.
Les arbres dressent leurs érections
Dans la noircissure de l’ébène.
En cet univers de bulle urbaine,
Ce temps berce mon aliénation.
En encres s’engrave dans ma tête,
Le dit d’un éphémère rêvé,
De desiderata endêvés
Comme ce vent dehors qui s’entête.
Par en-dedans, en pianissimo,
La veilleuse joue l’incandescence.
Mi
Everything's Not as it Seems by TheSkandranon, literature
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Everything's Not as it Seems
Chapter 2: Caught
A Kuroshitsuji CielxOC fanfic
It took three days to locate the girl masquerading as a boy called Joseph Butcher again, and two more days to catch her. She obviously had the use of magic, as they had observed after the incident of their first confrontation. She also used it to great success in losing them, obviously not wanting to see them again.
When they saw her on the street entertaining others, trying to make a living she quickly ended the show and seemed to disappear without a trace. Four times that happened. Then one evening when they were looking for her once again they saw a couple of men in the next alley over lau
Secret Santa Melusinistross/ Kamifrenchcreation by spadiekitchenqueen, literature
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Secret Santa Melusinistross/ Kamifrenchcreation
"Margot, arrêtez de les regarder comme ça! C'est indécent voyons!"
Même si la matrone avait sifflé cette remontrance entre ses dents, l'exaspération n'en était pas moins perceptible et la jeune femme détourna le regard précipitamment, rougissante. Madame Fetchet n'était pas une mauvaise patronne, loin de là, et Margot ne souhaitait pas perdre sa place. Ici elle avait non seulement un emploi bien rémunéré mais Madame Fetchet insistait pour habiller elle même ses employées: les tenues étaient certes guindées et loin d'&eci
La danse de la vie.
Danse de la vie dans l’univers
En une transe effleurant l’envers
Du réel et de son éphémère :
Comme un bruit d’aile en la matière.
Quand l’innocence offre sa chair rosée
À ceux qui l’abandonne lésée
Par tous ces mots qui blessent au cœur,
Paradis perdu de leur bonheur.
Grondement du tremblement de terre,
Roulement sourd du raz-de-marée,
Une ville disparaît, rayée,
Où chaque humain rampe en vers de terre.
Des petits bouts de chairs éclatées
Dans des filets de sang qui ruissellent.
L
L’automne comme prière.
Pleurent les fleurs, l’été allé.
Me berce l’automne en caresses
Comme en un poème scellé
Qui m’engourdit en son ivresse.
En ses notes et tonalités,
La rose, en ses derniers pétales
Éclaboussant de sa beauté
Le grand carrousel qui s’étale.
L’automne pleure en ses moments,
Feuilles tombées d’un nécromant
En ce lumineux sanctuaire
Dont les couleurs se font suaire.
L’automne meurt en ses couleurs,
La pluie s’écoule en goutte à goutte.
Une princesse en sa douleur
Buvant le poison qu’elle redoute.
Bruine du temps suspendu,
Les feuilles de l’amour qui sai