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I tied off the bandage to his chest, glad that we had both gotten through the agony of cleaning his wounds again.  I was pleased to see less blood on his bandages, and the scabs continue to overtake the open red gashes.  Ludwig's jaw was still tight from the painful ordeal.  This cleaning was just as bad for him as the last one; he'd gasped and groaned so much that I almost felt every jolt of his pain. "I'm all done now," I informed him.  "It's over.  You're not going to be in any more pain."  I started lightly caressing his head, just looking at his face, still taught from pain.  He started to relax as I stroked his hair.  I could feel his

Circus!SpainxReader~Sky's Limit~Ch 1 The poster's letters cut into the crowd's attention with their intricate, colorful font and designs printed on glossy paper. The poster featured realistic oil painting prints of The Daredevil Star-Streamer, the High-Flying Musketeers, and the Lovely Miss Michelle, all stars of the "Most Famously Celebrated Circus Troupe In the Entire Universe": Sky's Limit. You sighed and pushed past the growing sea of people who had gathered to see the striking advertisement. It might have been exciting to watch, but it wasn't close to the glamour and glory people would have thought of when working for any circus t

AmericaxReaderxEngland~The Loyalist~Part 1 "Promise me you'll write when you arrive safely," you said clutching your fiancé's hand. Arthur Kirkland gave you a light kiss on your forehead and smiled sadly. "I promise, _____________," he said. "And when I return, then we shall have our wedding." A single tear escaped your eye. Arthur moved forward and kissed it away. "Don't be sad, _____________," he smiled. "I'll only be a few months. You can take care of yourself for me until then, can't you?" "I'll try my best," you sniffed. "Alright," Arthur chuckled softly, but sadly. "Farewell then." "Goodbye, Arthur," you said taking your fi

Greece’s POV Heracles smirked proudly as he watched the rabbit struggle under his arrow as he approached. His aim wasn’t great, but it was good enough to stop the creatures he hit from escaping. With a smooth stroke of the dagger that had been strapped into his belt, the rabbit stilled. Albrecht nodded approvingly, watching the blood pool up slowly beneath the dead rodent. “Good enough, considering your little experience. You can easily survive off of the skills you have managed to develop. Over time, you will become much more adept.” Heracles smiled slightly-he couldn’t help but feel a little proud of himself

You stood gaping, staring into that familiar yet unknown face. Then you snapped your jaws together. Standing there and staring with your mouth hanging open was certainly no way to gain this man’s respect. On second look, you decided he wasn’t a man quite yet. He was probably only fourteen or fifteen. For a long time neither of you moved, and after staring at him for a second you realized he was just as surprised as you were. Suddenly he seemed to come to his senses and began to speak to you. To your chagrin, you didn’t understand him, though you knew the language was familiar. Cherokee, you thought. Knowing that, you relaxe

Reader's POV You were wet. That was the first thing you noticed. Next, you felt mud, thick and slippery, cushioning your face and upper body. Last, you felt water rushing past your calves and rain pattering on your back. These three things you recognized in quick succession; all within one second. In the next second, your memory returned. Running; falling; river; Alfred. Rolling quickly onto your back you sat up and looked to the side at Alfred. He was bleeding from his temple and looked pale, though it was hard to tell in the bad light. Seeing his blood gave you two immediate feelings; relief followed closely by fear. He was bleeding, whic

Chapter 2:  Alfred's... Molting?  Okaaaay, that's not weird at all... A hand shot up.  Grandpa Rome called on it.  “So if you escaped from H.R.I, then how do you know that H.R.I haven’t been making even more powerful, uh, hybrids?”  Matthew fidgeted in his chair a little, staring down at the ground. “Well, we’ve actually had the help of somebody you might know.  Tino?”  Your eyes widened as Tino stepped up to the head of the table, smiling.  Grandpa Rome grasped Tino by the shoulders, holding him in front of him.  “Tino here is also a hybrid.  Part falcon.  His DNA gives him brilliant eyesight, whic