Rust Histoires

[COMPLETED] Carme is patiently waiting in his coffee shop to wait for his supposedly new co-worker. Right when the rain starts pouring down, he meets Dahlia and discovers that they also have their opinions about each other... HAIII THERE, DROPPPSSSSS^^ This oneshot contains fluff (no kissing). This is an AU of TSAMS and I don't claim any of the cover art as my own, credits to the thumbnail artists of TSAMS. THX FOR TAKING YOU TIME TO READ THIS!

basically my favorite ship oneshots since I have not seen anyone making fics abt them TW: -blud and gor -seggs(?) -vulgar language -inappropriate thoughts -and more idk read the first part

me or y/n decided to play a solo wipe by himself he loads in not knowing the horrors that await him

Year 3021, a new age has been born from the ashes of war, a time of relapse of sorts. After libraries all around the world have been destroyed, some books have been found. Books from the Victorian Times. This is the only record of the past found, there are no more cell phones or ipods or anything of that sort, only the rusted and metal scraps. People have been coming out of hiding from the Thousand Year War with the other worlds and themselves, they've found the old books and stories and are going back to the old times. The war may have ended but there are still POW that escaped the prisons, there are still intruders, and it is up to one person to protect them. This person is the one and only heir to rule the survivors (Which is only about twenty million) but she is nowhere to be found. She doesn't even know that she's the heir, although her future husband knows. He just won't tell her, she isn't ready to know. Iris Victoria Idris is the Kingdom's heir and she is the only one who can save the newly built world from the world's newest threat, Themselves.

Drago

Thomas lives a boring life. He spends most of his time waiting for the call. When the call finally comes, it is time for him to suit up and do the bidding of the scientists.

Im bored. So this is what I came up with... Enjoy I guess....

Rust is a domestic word and is easily identified with its color and appearance.Its composition is iron oxide which is formed by the chemical reaction between iron, water / atmospheric moisture and oxygen. Iron surfaces need to be kept off contact with water and moisture by being covered with protective paint coating which is possible at a very basic level. There is a scenario change when it comes to an industrial environment, simple paint coatings may not be effective or even feasible. Its here that rust preventive oils come into play. Lets brush through the applications and features of rust preventive oils

first fic. Lana is Albert's protective sister here. ~_~

(An edited version of the book I wrote as a kid) Unfortunate misfortunes seem to be a common occurance in this childs life, will he be able to escape the hand that holds him and that wont let go?

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