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Black Butler the Hunt: Pluto By: bdaybear30 As soon as I yelled ‘GO!’ all of us on the prey team ran as fast as we could into the woods. Many of us girls (including me), ripped our shoes off as we ran, because heels and running do not mix; especially in the woods. I run as fast as I possibly can until my chest begins to burn. I look around and move at a slower pace through the dense trees. I hear a sharp noise to my left that makes me flinch and turn to see the culprit. A deer. It was just a deer. It’s staring at me just as wide eyed as I am. It looks to be a young doe. It has a somewhat swollen abdomen showing that it i

(A/N REQUEST FOR CHARMSHARK: I PUT YOUR STORY AHEAD OF TWO OTHER ONES JUST TO GET MY ONESHOTS DONE, I'VE STILL GOT MORE TO WRITE XD ~Misty)                                                                                        *BANG* *BANG*                                                                                           ~Your POV~     You yelped as bullets grazed your body as you ran. '$^%& poachers.' You thought sourly. (A/N Ah. If only this was a 2P!Canada x Reader insert.) You howled as you ran faster across the grass field. 'If I can make it to the woods, maybe I'll lose them.' You thought. That one sliver of hope made you

                                                                                                             Coming Home The battle for Cybertron was over, Unicron was defeated but at a cost. Optimus, the last Prime, had sacrificed himself for the safety of the planet's future. It was a spark breaking moment, the Autobots sharing a silent moment of remembrance that was suddenly interrupted by the three Predacons landing right in front of them. To say the Autobots were a little scared as they walked forward towards them all was a understatement, they were all tense, ready for a fight should it come. Pardon one. Knockout, a former Decepticon w

Raven lay on her bed, tossing and turning.  She had retired to her room before the other titans, feeling the need to try and gather her thoughts…maybe sleep a little.  Ever since she had fought Malchior and imprisoned him back in the book, she had been troubled with fantasies and memories of him, and found that (whenever she was in her room) her eyes were continually drawn to the locked chest that was sitting by her window.  I still have the key…she thought to herself, I know I would feel better if I could just look into his eyes again…it's not like I'll read it. And if he tries to talk to me again, I'll just close the book and