TheHetareOne

The…the sun is so bright… you find yourself thinking as you open your eyes to the white sky as your heart pounds against your skull. Your body hurts terribly. And why…does it smell like a Danish? Fear creeps throughout your body, and you shoot up, realizing that the "white sky" is the ceiling and the bright sun is only coming in through the windows thrown wide-open. And the aroma of apple Danish is coming from the kitchen…but it isn't your kitchen. You're not even in your own room, your own house. And your head hurts. You've only once ever experienced this crappy feeling, and with the lack of memories of last night, your

Allistor Kirkland (Language and stuff - you're drunk and angry so there's a fair bit of swearing.) -x- Lively chatter and playful banter filled the little pub. Everywhere you looked there were groups of people laughing, but not the one person you were searching for. He should have been difficult to miss; a tall and well-built man with a head of fiery orange wasn’t exactly inconspicuous, especially when he was drunk. Finally you resigned yourself to the fact that Allistor hadn’t turned up. Ordering another drink with a short nod to the bartender, you sighed and muttered to yourself. “Happy birthday __________.” With a

Request~Doctor!NetherlandsxNurse!Reader~ What was worse? The drugs? Or the emptiness that he felt deep inside his aching heart? It was all too ironic. Here he was, a doctor that had graduated at the top of his medical school in every field possible, but he couldn't even cure his deteriorating soul. He hissed in satisfaction as the drugs began to take their effect on his nervous system. Slowly, but surely, the emptiness he felt was being filled with mindless waves of euphoria. He would be able to go to work today. ----- "Doctor, we have a patient in the ER who needs a plate insertion." "Doctor, you have a patient who is waiting for your

Fem!Reader Persospero and Katakuri lifted their heads as you burst dramatically through the double doors and into the hall. A man, bruised and bloodied, sat chained in sea stone between them. His chest heaved with exertion and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, almost identical in colour to the shocking red of his hair. You gave the bound man a disapproving glare before turning to the other men in the room. “Dear brothers, you don’t need to trouble yourself with this wretch. He’s my responsibility.” Katakuri frowned. “Like it was your responsibility to ensure exactly this never happens?” The c

                                                               Epilogue     In the weeks and months following the end of the second War of the Ring that saw the final downfall of Sauron, the ragged wounds caused by Mordor's blackness were starkly revealed.  Areas that had once been lush and green were in a state of decay.  Even the mighty forests of Fangorn, Mirkwood, and the old growth of the Shire hadn't escaped without damage.  Trees were wilted and stripped of what should have been a glorious canopy of leaves.  The plains of Rohan were decimated and barren of its lush, rolling grasses.  Everywhere the land suffered with want of rain and