Dean x Reader - Angel With A ShotgunA bit of language in this, you've been warned.Dean x Reader - Angel With A Shotgun by TeddyTen
I don’t want to go. Not like this.
Echoing through the murk of your consciousness, the thought stings like a hot knife in your gut. It almost out-shadows the true pain radiating from your belly, a sickly warm feeling that singes up your spine and renders you utterly helpless.
A pair of worn out cowboy boots comes into your fading vision, walking closer to you across the dirty wooden floor. The vicious grin on his face can be felt like a fever across your skin. You moan softly, hand slowly finding the wound, wet and tender under your sliced shirt.
Damnit, (name)! I told you not to go without me.
Dean slams his palm down on the steering wheel, his free hand brought to his mouth to chew absentmindedly on his thumbnail. A gross habit, you’d called it, and you’d almost gotten him to quit. It only comes out now when he’s concerned. And oh, hell, is he concerned.
A shifter for Christ’s sa
Say Something - Hetalia One-ShotHell on Earth. What a phrase.Say Something - Hetalia One-Shot by TeddyTen
Rain plummets down from above, spattering the already filthy uniform he wears, sloughing off the mud, if only for a second. It's freezing cold, and the constant onslaught of water does nothing to help the situation. He shivers, brushing off the cold as he fumbles with numb fingers to reload his gun. The bullets slip from his grasp, clattering to the muddy ground.
All around, people are shouting. Guns are firing. There's screaming. People are dying. The battle rages on. It swirls around him like a hurricane – a vast blur of metal and cloth and blood. The smell of gunpowder hangs in the air.
He scrambles to retrieve the ammunition, rubbing it feverishly on his pants to clean off the debris that clings to it. He loads the gun, takes a deep breath, and sits up to look over the barricade and fire his weapon.
She's tired of crying. The pain still scours her core, but the tears just won't come. They've had their fill of falling, but it's just as well
Ciel x OC - Skyfall (Chapter One)She's cold. Hungry. And not entirely sure where she is.Ciel x OC - Skyfall (Chapter One) by TeddyTen
The young woman opens her eyes, her blurry gaze falling on the river, which reflects the full moon back onto her pale, naked skin. A light dusting of snow covers the cobblestones, and a fresh layer is falling from the black sky. She shivers.
Uncurling from her fetal position, she moans as each and ever muscle in her body protests in unison. She resorts to just lying on the freezing ground, taking in her surrounding with curious cerulean eyes.
It seems to be a street corner of some kind. There's a lamp burning to her right, and a neat row of little shops facing the river, their windows dark and devoid of recognizable features. The entire length of the road she can see is empty, in both directions.
The young woman closes her eyes, the wind rustling her copper hair across her shoulders and back. Some time later - she's not really sure how long - the vague sounds of horse hooves and clattering wheels catch her ear. She thinks to cry o
I Never AskedThey never asked her where she went. Neither did I.I Never Asked by TeddyTen
It was November the first, if I recall, and an unusually blustery day at that. The wind was that special kind of sharp, and the sky that deep shade of purply-grey. The leaves had all but lost their autumn splendor, trading the crimsons and golds for deep, sick browns. They blew in little cyclones, the dry rattle of their husks making a unearthly backdrop for the evening's happening.
Dinner had been ham and potatoes, the good old-fashioned Sunday dinner courtesy of her mother, and dessert was chocolate cake and sweet wine. I was clearing the table, blowing out the candles, turning off the dining room lights. Her parents were washing dishes in the kitchen, and Gail, she was looking out the window into the yard.
I found her a few minutes later, pulling on her jacket and mud boots in the front hall. She asked if I wanted to join her for a walk, that it might be romantic, and smiled her little grin with sparkling eyes. No, I said, the wine