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Nordics x Reader Our Happy Little Fami- WAIT WHAT?Nordics x Child!Reader Our Happy Little Fami- WAIT WHAT?
Note*= This is a Prologue.

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Just the park was in sight you ran over there, but slow enough to were Emil could keep an eye on you,

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She saw one cat in the corner, watching the others. (Name) took a few steps closer. Suddenly the cat started jabbing at the air. Afraid it was aiming for her, (Name) took a step away from it. Yet the cats ears perked up mand blinked. It seemed it just noticed her. Even though at first it it looke at her, it turned it back to her. She found this so cute and went to pick him up. At first he objected with a loud meow, but when (Name) started petting him, he broke out into a few small purrs.
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ImmortalWarnings: None
Rating: All Ages

OMG, I LOVE YOUR VOICE U SOUND SO HOT! ;)

Why don’t you just fess up and show us what you look like?

Can I make love to your voice?

ImmortalTitle: Immortal
Rating: I don't know..
But I know there's not really any violence...
And I don't think there's swearing in it..
There's no smut in it either.. so..
Words: 936

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Have you ever thought about immortality?
Well then I can't blame you. People been thinking about it, how that they could never grow old, never worry about death.
But that's the bright part about it. But when there's an up.. There's a down.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
---Years ago---
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Turning a page with only a few fingers, the 10 year old masked boy known as Cry was under a tree, scanning each and every word.
"What are you reading about?"
Cry looked up to see his friend, Pewdie.
"Immortality." Cry simply replied.
"Cool." Pewdie said. "But I got something to show you!"
Pewdie grabbed Cry's hand as he dragged Cry away from the tree.

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But one day, <y/n>'s Mother got very sick.
One day, <y/n>'s mother called <y/n> into her room, where she lay in her bed, looking very pale.
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<y/n> Nodded and took the piece of jade, and fashioned it into a bracelet.
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And then <y/n>'s mother died.
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Murder of the World

by ~Maylar, Jan 3, 2012, 5:41:04 PM
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   Good evening, my dear fellow. So glad to see you.

   Do take a seat, take a chair by the fire. A glass of lemonade, perhaps? Very well, but it is a rather good one, of the sour, strong kind. Oh, well...don't tell I haven't offer.

   Dear fellow, what an extraordinary thing, for you to come this evening. Do you know what is about to happen in a few moments? No?

   I am about to kill the world tonight.

   Haha, yes, the expression of your face. How delightful. But be rest assured, it is all planned very well ahead. Actually, I'm surprised at your surprise, you knowing my feelings toward the bastard...it very well had it coming for some time.

   However, do not alarm yourself. Just sit there and enjoy the evening...I know it is a nasty business and all, but it will end up soon enough. We could maybe grab some dinner or something later. Good chap.

   What is that you say...these old ears aren't what they used to be, you know? Oh, how I plan to do it?!

   Well, the world will soon come through that door over there. It does that time to time, not even always bothering with announcing itself anymore, impolite pup. However, tonight I initiated all that, I asked it to come here. Left it quite bedazzled, I tell you, it didn't expected that. I suspect it knows I don't much like it. But, I told it nothing about the purpose of its coming. Left it quite in the dark about the purpose, all right. Not an idea, it has.

   Noisy, empty-headed, it will come here full of life as ever, curse it. I intend to let it come in, even to close the door behind. I'll even offer it some lemonade.

   Then, I'll just wrap my hands around its throat when it least expects and squeeze, squeeze, feeling its week struggles (it never had much of the real strength in its body, you know, it's its mind and actions that annoy so much)...Squeeze until it go limp in my hands and give out the last bewildered breath, falling down and never rising again.

   Ah, I'm looking forward to seeing its body lying on the floor of the universe, moveless, empty, futile and forever dead. I will take a seat in this armchair, take a glass of that cool, sour lemonade and give a sigh of relief, I tell you. Just...enjoying the sight.

   Watching it dead, with satisfaction. Enjoying my revenge, enjoying the newfound freedom. Knowing, above all, that I did the right thing and once dead, it would take a while for someone to create another of those buggers.

   Oh, I have no doubts it would come again, the world. Rise from the ashes or something, start in a dream in someone's head, become from an egg of a rare bird...if creative, someone, somewhere, will just think of it and there it will be.

   At first, of course, it would be all innocent and new and dear as only a kid can be. But as they grow up and take more sense, they grow up to be such pests, don't you agree? I could maybe hope (silly me, I always do) it wouldn't be necessary to end it violently again...But down there, in the bottom of my heart we both know I'm just lying myself shamelessly and it will once again end in the same manner. That's how it is with the worlds.

   However, tonight is not the night for such laments, or for regret. It is the night for action and then for glee and peace, as the world will die and it will take some time for the new one to come. Some time of relaxation and silence, some time for rest.

   But before that, the simple act of murder, of course. Be quiet now, I can hear it coming, as predicted. Nasty, loud, annoying little pest…we don't want to warn it too soon, do we now?

...

   Ahh, world…come in, come in. Such a nice thing, seeing you tonight my fellow. A glass of lemonade perhaps? Come in, don't stand by the door...help yourself, there's the tray...there...

...

   Look at it, lying there on the carpet. It almost looks innocent, now, but if you only knew all the things I know...

   Anyway...The world is dead, long live the world, etc. And what a peaceful, peaceful silence here, my friend. Glass of lemonade now, perhaps? No? Now, don't be alarmed by the body, it is all right, it will soon vanish, they always do.

   Now, we can continue with our plans...Oh, you're going already? Well, I understand, I guess...not for everyone's stomach perhaps, the murder, even if it is a murder of the world. Ruins one's dinner, I guess. Well, if I can't stop you...good night, dear fellow. Thank you for visiting, I'm glad we seen each other. Hope to run onto you soon again.

   Umm, just if you could close the door of the cabinet on the way out, could you? Very good, thank you...good night.

...

   Ahh, the silence. Finally, the silence. I can take a nap for a while and enjoy all its glory, haha.

   The beautiful, beautiful silence...

   The End

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Murder of the Worldby ~Maylar

Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Short Stories

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A long, long time ago, this was created as a simple play, s monologue in general. I guess the traces of the "script" are still visible, even I turned it into a story some time ago. Imagine main character as older fellow, grey on the temples and all that, wearing an old-fashioned crimson dressing gown...something from the beginning of 20th century or similar. Everything else is to your liking.

Oh, and the world is called "it" on purpose, just if you wondered.
Anyway, there are possible grammar or spelling mistakes I managed to let slip, so beg your pardon in advance.
...
On the personal side, well, tonight I'm in especially murderous mood and world and its ways would most definitely be on my short list for doing it. It made me remember this. I don't find it particularly good or think of it as one of my better works...it is just what it is and suits the mood.

For those who are interested, I wasn't here for some time and won't be for some time more (probably until late January). Whatever other feelings might be, l'm definitely looking forward to return on dA

*MandarinMoon Jan 3, 2012 Hobbyist Artisan Crafter

I would help hold him down for you!

~Maylar Jan 4, 2012 Professional General Artist

Thank you

~Ghosty95 Jan 3, 2012

This is one deep and disturbing story...
I love it!

This would be worthy of the Edgar Allen Poe award!
Please, keep writing!

~Maylar Jan 3, 2012 Professional General Artist

Thank you so very much

~Ghosty95 Jan 3, 2012

You're very welcome!

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