Zelda and Link meet at school before a test. Link is severely sleep-deprived, and Zelda's friend is out sick. While usually an introvert, Link's tired brain seizes the opportunity to sit next to the girl he's noticed since school began. Completed, but not 'wrapped up' just a cute fluffy ending. The Legend of Zelda characters copyright to Nintendo, the story belongs to me. (Inspiration came from tumblr I think. The whole coffee and monster 'I'm going to die' part, lol) They're not exactly in character, but then again, how many readers really care about that? I'm just having fun writing it, despite being retired. Cover art by me

[Completed] Lucy has been sick for ages, soon enough the Fairy Tail guild finds out, and brings her quickly to the infirmary in their guild after a horrific scene. Trying to see what's wrong with their fellow guild mate what will they come to find? Is Lucy just as sick as her mother was? Will she follow in her mother's footsteps? Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or any of the characters! Hiro Mashima does!

A BoruSara fan-fiction that tells the love story of Uzumaki Boruto and Uchiha Sarada as they fight for their love against time.

A sickness - like a mere case of the chills or a minor whitecough in a patient - is often something a medicine cat can easily fix, with some leafy catmint or perhaps a pawful of feverfew. It is vanquished effortlessly, and the illness is gone. It does not come back unless someone receives it again. But when the Clans have contracted a terrible sickness, StarClan has not answered for moons, and they are losing numbers quickly, nobody knows what to do. The medicine cats have done all they can for their Clanmates, however, nothing has worked. No longer outside the elder's den lay a lazy, gray-muzzled cat. The nursery, ever so faintly smelling of milk, only contains memories of what used to happen in the usually cheery den. The warrior's den only have three or four inhabitants, each of which thinks grimly of the day that the sickness could come upon them. The apprentice's den, in some Clans, has one cat who comes to sleep in it each night, cold and alone. Others are empty, filled with grief for lost futures. Leaf-fall has tumbled upon the Clans. Leaf-bare approaches, peeking over the treetops some mornings. This awful illness has lasted since Green-leaf and, still, with the medicine cats searching every day and the warrior's eyes peeled for it, a cure has not been found. However, each Clan has a reason for StarClan not answering them, and they mostly stick to it. Withering herbs, Clanmates, may wilt until they are nothing but a pile of dust, blown away by wind. { Copying of any sort is NOT PERMITTED. } { The cover is made by the lovely @Talfli - go give her a follow & some votes. } { highest ranking: 40 in warriorcats | 1 in warriorcatsfanfiction }

Back for more silly shitty little BNHA things to make your day every once and awhile! ➫Started: October 12th, 2017 ➫Ended: January 26th, 2018

(BOOK 1) Centuries after the events of the original Warriors series and the downfall of the four clans, Warriors: Black Rain takes place in a forest once again divided; RainClan, MistClan, ThornClan, and MapleClan now rule, with mystery and majesty hiding in every shadow. Every day is filled with adventure and discovery, but the shadows of the past hold many secrets. One cat, torn from blood to clan, must choose her path, and choose it wisely. If she chooses wrong, the balance of the entire forest could be at stake. A fan-made Warriors book series. Book One of the Warriors: Shadows of the Past series. *Original Warriors books by Erin Hunter* *ALL ART BY ME: NOT FOR PUBLIC USE*

"Deku," He murmured, thumbing over the pale skin covered in a sprinkle of light faded freckles, his breath becoming visible and ghosting against the other's cheek from the freezing cold. Red irises caught toxic green ones, his heart clenching- making it harder to breathe. God, he can't breathe- "What are we, Deku?" The close proximity had his chapped lips brush against the plush, light pink ones in a form of a chaste kiss. The question made the other teen's head hang low, green curls shadowing over his eyes as he let out a shaky breath, his arms trembling slightly as he hugged himself in a sense of lonely comfort. "I don't.. I don't know, Kacchan," he whispered back, careful around his words- but they were loud enough to shatter the glass barrier containing the truth. "I don't know."