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Paper Flowers
Featured by @Romance .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. "Why do you make these paper flowers?" He asked, looking at her through the mirror. "They don't wither like the real ones." She replied, aligning the entire bunch of paper flowers. "But they don't have the fragrance." He politely challenged her. He was a soldier. Chivalrous was his middle name. "These paper flowers, they stay with you for as long as you want. You don't really have to throw them away like people discard the real ones. They pluck them for the fragrance and colors. But once that fades, they throw it away." She said, finally looking up at him. "Not everyone!" He added almost immediately, taking one more step forward. It could be his height or his longer stride, or maybe the room was too small as it only took him two steps to reach her. "Yeah! Of course! Exceptions are there, like poets and people in love." She walked in a different direction, putting those flowers on the table. He rolled his eyes with a defeated sigh. She was a teacher. Arguing with her was as futile as making a sand castle on a seashore. "You know, gone is the era when people used to preserve the flowers of their loved ones. We don't have people like that anymore!" She said as she faced him. "We don't have that kind of love anymore." He said looking straight into her eyes. She held his gaze through the mirror for a while, trying to read through him. "I agree." Murmuring under her breath, she turned around. Taking a deep breath, watching her retreating figure, he brought out his favorite poetry book from the shelf. After he was sure she was not looking, he ruffled through the pages till he found a dried Hibiscus. The very same one which had fallen from her bag when he first saw her. With a small smile, he cautiously caressed the petals. He closed the book with a fond sigh and found her looking at him. She couldn't hold his gaze for long and looked down, crimson covering her cheeks. He shook his head with a chuckle.Concluida
SuperPotterLock- The Goblet of Fire
They eventually ended up upstairs, where people rarely ventured. John sat at a table while Sherlock continued to search. He pulled a book out and flipped it open to look at the pages. Just as he did, light shone through one of the windows and illuminated him. Motes of dust drifted around his soft curls. Sunlight bounced off his high cheekbones and his lips pressed together in concentration. John fidgeted in his seat, his face suddenly hot and itchy.Concluida
Ah love, my love {Mo Dao Zu Shi}
Lan WangJi's beautiful laugh echoed throughout the gusu forest, tinkling like bells. Wei WuXian watched, happy, but no...something was wrong. The sudden change in Lan WangJi's behaviour has everyone surprised, but not upset. However no one noticed the tears behind those beautiful smiles, his golden eyes turning red from crying. "Lan Zhan? What's wrong? Tell me dear." No response. This story takes place after five months of the GuanYin Temple confession. What is the secret the yougest jade is hiding, and what is with the sudden change of his behaviour? Embark on a journey of our loving couple WangXian, as they tie the loose ends of the strings left for them. Wei WuXian had overcome his odds but did you know about the past of the stoic jade? "Uncle, thank you so much for raising me." said Lan WangJi to Lan QiRen, eyes brimming with affection, but something else...something more... Note: This fanfiction contains dark topics and trigger warnings. I do not own modaozushi or the picture used. All the credits for those go to their respective owners. I only own the plot of the fic. Future note: This was written when I was not even an adult. It's been a couple years, I have grown up into a full fledged adult and my writing standards have gotten drastically higher. So be warned that this is actually pretty cringe. (╥╯^╰╥) If you still wish to read it, go ahead.Concluida
Lost Within || Kaneki/Sasaki x Reader ||
A special thank you to @DesertButterfly for the plot of this story <333 THANK YOU FOR OVER 10K READS OMF ILY ALL SO MUCH ^_^ completed June 10, 2015 -- Walking into a café one brisk morning, you realise you see people who seem vaguely familiar. Turns out you lost your memories and slowly regain them back...Concluida
Who Knew?
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The Halfway House Hotel
After finding some disturbing news involving his wife, a man wakes up in a hotel room that has everything he has ever wanted. Not knowing how he got there or where exactly it is, he begins to look for answers only to forget what he was looking for. Not wanting to leave he decides it might be the right thing to do but cant find a way out. With holes in his memory and a hole in his wall, maybe it is there where he can escape and have full recollection of what it is all about...if the hotel lets him. His memories slowly coming back to him. He's halfway there...Concluida
Wei Wuxian's Fate
Everyone were doing there stuffs when suddenly they teleported to somewhere else. Not only are they watching their the past but their eyes widen when they saw the people who are they going to watch the past with A past with the past!!! The characters don't belong to me. It's a fanfic of the original novel mo dao zu shi. Only plot belongs to me. I've read too many fics like this so if I accidentally write something similar to them then I'm very sorry for it. Sorry for any grammatical errors and typos. I don't proofread so there will be mistakes too, bear with it.![You'll Never be Alone (Markiplier X reader Fanfic) [Book 2]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/78695153-256-k378481.jpg)
You'll Never be Alone (Markiplier X reader Fanfic) [Book 2]
{This is a continuation of "Alone When I'm With You" i recommend that you read them in order.} You walked away from the booth his picture in your hands. In the past you where never sure what you would do if you saw those eyes again. You had wondered if you would just kiss him on the spot. But you just stood there. If he hadn't said anything, you probably would have wasted your chance to say thank you, but what you didn't know is you would say much more than that...Concluida
Featured by @Romance .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. "Why do you make these paper flowers?" He asked, looking at her through the mirror. "They don't wither like the real ones." She replied, aligning the entire bunch of paper flowers. "But they don't have the fragrance." He politely challenged her. He was a soldier. Chivalrous was his middle name. "These paper flowers, they stay with you for as long as you want. You don't really have to throw them away like people discard the real ones. They pluck them for the fragrance and colors. But once that fades, they throw it away." She said, finally looking up at him. "Not everyone!" He added almost immediately, taking one more step forward. It could be his height or his longer stride, or maybe the room was too small as it only took him two steps to reach her. "Yeah! Of course! Exceptions are there, like poets and people in love." She walked in a different direction, putting those flowers on the table. He rolled his eyes with a defeated sigh. She was a teacher. Arguing with her was as futile as making a sand castle on a seashore. "You know, gone is the era when people used to preserve the flowers of their loved ones. We don't have people like that anymore!" She said as she faced him. "We don't have that kind of love anymore." He said looking straight into her eyes. She held his gaze through the mirror for a while, trying to read through him. "I agree." Murmuring under her breath, she turned around. Taking a deep breath, watching her retreating figure, he brought out his favorite poetry book from the shelf. After he was sure she was not looking, he ruffled through the pages till he found a dried Hibiscus. The very same one which had fallen from her bag when he first saw her. With a small smile, he cautiously caressed the petals. He closed the book with a fond sigh and found her looking at him. She couldn't hold his gaze for long and looked down, crimson covering her cheeks. He shook his head with a chuckle.
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