MoxieofAsgard

They had promised me that I would be safe here... They promised I would return... Years...I've waited...for YEARS! Not a sound from any of my "loyal" Companions. My life has been nothing but a complete living hell... They will pay..When I return... They. Will. All. Pay!    "Young Miss!!" Her voice was hoarse from screaming. They had attacked and surrounded the entire palace. With the Queen already limp on the ballroom floor, the Young Miss and the King were the only two things left that the kingdom had left. "Your Majesty! Please, hurry!" With ragged breaths, she burst into the young girl's bedroom. They had beat her to them. They

-Based on videos by Alechmic Fox because they are wonderful!!!-    They lay there together on the grass, the clouds slowly migrating overhead. Thousands, maybe millions of pictures floating above the heads of the broken and weak. The back haired man looked over the the (H/C) haired girl lying beside him. Letting a soft sigh escape his lips, before speaking. "Oi, (Y/N)...You know who's beautiful...?" You turned your gaze to lock with his, a gentle smile painting your lips. "Who?" Within an instant, Levi's eyes flashed with mischief. "Eren!" In that moment, you lost all hope for humanity. You pushed yourself up with Levi staring up at the

The bright shimmering rays of the sun flittered through the blue curtains of the large room. Your eyes weakly peeled open as the sudden light blinded you. The warm blankets that covered you seemed to beg you to stay. The cold winter air could stay behind the windows and you curled up here, sleeping the day away. But even you could tell these were not the warm blankets that you had grown up sleeping in. Though the night before only came back in blurs and faint voices, you knew it was reality. Slowly you pulled yourself up to sit up, examining the room around you. The walls were a pitch black, keeping everything closed in, though the room was

You slowly walk through the white covered forest. The cold breeze whipping at you violently. You'd been walking for what seemed like hours, and your thin material dress surely wasn't helping keep the cold away. What was once beautiful purple silk with short sleeves, was now muddied and torn rags. Your tried to pull your cape tighter around your shoulders, but your fingers couldn't stop trembling for they felt numb. You noticed that your pace had slowed, and your body began to feel heavier and heavier. Your tracks in the snow weren't even able to show the once bright green grass. The snow was almost six feet deep, but most of it had turned t

     She trembled, staring at the reflection of herself. Her mind whirled and swirled as more and more thoughts spun around. Elias hardly reacted but quickly darted behind the screen to find her body covered in gray tattoos. They were gray and looked almost tribal based. They were swirls and dots following certain lines up her arms and legs. Across both her cheeks were black dashed lines. But they stood out because her cheeks were burning red and tears spilled down her face.     "Oh, dear..." She flipped around to stare at him. He eyes held every emotion that was running through her body. Confusion...panic...sadness, and helplessness. She

     Azreal felt trapped. Her body ached as he drew closer to her. The knife was pressed firmly against her side. She could feel the fabric that was between her skin and his knife coming close to ripping. She inhaled sharply as his face drew close to her neck. His breaths were hot against her delicate skin.     "Remember that I am the only one who can save you...That energy will slowly kill you...You should be on your knees thanking me..." Azreal couldn't stop the burning tears that slowly slipped down her cheeks. She tried to calm her staggered breaths that escaped her trembling lips. In almost the same instant, she felt his burning lips

     Azreal had been limply lying against the pole for what seemed like ages. One morning, when soft rays of sunlight seeped through the tent, a familiar structured figure pushed his way into the tent. He gazed at her faded red hair for a moment, before a soft glimmer of sadness crossing through his eyes. He had never once felt bad for someone he had hurt. He was numb to the feeling of other's pain. He walked over, kneeling before her. She kept her head hung, strands of hair covering her filthy face. Two zig-zagged lines started at her eyes and stopped at her jawline. It was the one clean part of her face. He reached around, undoing the bin