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Things Change Ending/Beastboy watched as the love of his life walked away from him. He watched her disappear into the corridor, walking away like she had never met him in her life. Slowly the green boy made his way to the exit. Changing into the form of a hummingbird, he flew without pausing until he reached his home, Titan’s Tower. Speeding past his teammates, he ran into his room slamming the door behind him and flopping down on his bed. After several failed attempts of his friends trying to assist him there was silence. He sighed, thinking that his team members finally finished bothering him when there was another knock on the door. “Go away,” the changeling mumbled miserably. Without another word the door opened, revealing a surprising guest; Raven. He looked up at the tall girl from his bed and moaned. “What do you want?” he asked closing his eyes, trying to fight back tears. Raven pulled down her hood and looked Beastboy in the eyes. “Listen I know-“she start
The Greatest Hurt (A TMNT Oneshot)Leonardo stopped and glanced back over his right shoulder. Had he heard something just now? He listened carefully to everything around him on the rooftop, as Master Splinter had taught him, but heard nothing. He warily turned back and began walking again.
TMNT/ Teen Titans ~ Master of Pizza Chapter 3: Master of Pizza
TMNT 2012: Fortune CookiesAs was tradition every night, Leonardo sat down to watch reruns of ‘Space Heroes’. It was an episode where Captain Ryan was asked to join in a treasure hunt to find his Heart of Fortune, a treasure that chooses a man’s fate based on how pure his heart is. It was a cheesy episode, but it was one of Leo’s favorites. He had always wondered if there was ever such a treasure to determine the purity of his own heart, but alas, the blue-clad turtle’s thoughts were interrupted.
donatelloxapril4ever's contest entryI squeezed my eyes shut even tighter, a slight sweat coating my face. I recited my mantra over and over in my head, until the green boy’s face snaked its way back into my mind. Overwhelming me once more, a burst of energy was released from the gem on my forehead and a pillow ripped into shreds.
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Three Children, Two Deaths, One StoryThree Children, Two Deaths, One Story by Miabia100
Three Children, Two Deaths, One Story
(Reader x Hetalia)
This is another piece for the ‘Innumerable themes’ from ‘House of Hetalia’
This is number 99
WARNING! Very dark; please enjoy at your own risk….
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I glared at the tall human like trees around us.
“YOU DID THIS! YOU DID IT!” I shouted to the lone branches that swayed with the cold wind.
But as I expected there was no response.
For I was alone.
“Big schwester?” I sighed and turned around to see my little sister, Lili.
“Yes, Lili what is it?” Her small hands went up to her chubby cheeks as she smiled wide.
“Do you think we could go to the park? This afternoon?” I looked over to my other sibling, Vash. He was slightly older then Lili but only by five years.
“Only if Vash
The ding of the oven shook April out of her thoughts and woke up her senses. The smell of vanilla wafted in the air and tickled her nose. The teenager smiled and inhaled the heavenly scent.
Putting a glove on, April opened the oven and took out the cake she had been slaving over for a few hours now. She let it cool, taking out frosting and a plate for the cake. Once it was cool enough, April set the cake onto the plate and began to decorate it.
Honestly, April wasn't much of a chef. She wasn't horrible at cooking, but left that to her dad and her aunt. But she was quite proud of herself for making the cake. Not only did it smell good, it looked good.
When April was done with frosting the cake, she smiled proudly to herself and picked up the plate. Allowing her feet to guide the way, the red head walk through the living room, past the dojo, the boys' rooms and didn't stop until she came to the entrance of Donatello's laboratory. The teenager shifted the wait of the plate into one hand a