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Bloodstream - Stateless Wake up and look me in the eyes again I need to feel your hand upon my face It was a rare occasion when Hannibal couldn't sleep. He wasn't the kind of person to let daily life interfere with his dreams. But he had been awake all night, unable to fall asleep. He felt guilty. He was sure she was gone by now. She was probably at home, sleeping soundly. He sighed and got out of bed. It was no use lingering on the past, so he thought. He changed into a dress shirt and a vest, slightly more underdressed than usual. He was not in the mood to dress fully; he didn't have any plans anyway. He had decided that he would stay ho

*This Oneshot is for ~ToySizedLady (https://www.deviantart.com/toysizedlady) Thank you so much again I hope you like it!*     “Excuse me.” The low voice makes you pause your work and look over at the masked man.      “Yeah what can I do for you?” You inquire, moving away from the grinding stone. He holds up two scythe like blades.       “Could you fix these up?” He inquires. You take the blades, sharp eyes already taking in the extensive damage. No good, these blades were splitting and chipping already. A frown comes to your lips briefly.         “How long will you be on the island?” You ask him.          “Three days

“I’m dying,” Y/N mumbled. Her words were thick and low. “I’m dying and there’s nothing I can do about it.” “You’re not dying,” the Doctor replied, a grin in his voice. He was being obnoxiously cheerful, considering that Donna Noble was also convinced that she was half-way through melting to death. Not for the first time, Donna inwardly shook her fist at whatever evolutionary thing-a-ma-do on Gallifrey helped Time Lords evolve into temperature insensitive arseheads. He barely had any sweat on him. He’d removed his suit jacket and tie, rolled up his sleeves, but other than that

“It’s hard to explain how it feels, being in here,” you said, leaning against a desk, weight on your palms. The TARDIS library, with its levels and levels of shelves, practically engulfed you. You’d been working your way through it with the Doctor, learning the names of different galaxies, literary periods, and famous authors. You’d decided to start with the shelf closest to the doors and were now about three shelves over. “It’s sort of like being with you, actually.” The Doctor looked up from a purple book with a holographic cover page. He gave you a teasing grin, hair falling into his face. &

[Name] sighed as she reached up to wipe the sweat from her brow, glancing around her. Why was it always so hot here? She often found herself wishing that she lived in a desert that at least had cool nights. Even the nights here were humid and made her sweat. “What are you doing?” came a voice from behind her, causing [Name] to turn around, smiling when she saw who addressed her. “Gaara... I'm just moving these pots for my mom,” she stated, motioning towards the giant clay pots on the ground. Her mother liked to make and sell pottery, so [Name] helped her out when she didn't have anything else to do. “Let me he

“Luffy, do you really like her?” [Name] whispered as she sat across the older male in the kitchen. It was a serious conversation between the close friends that no one was on the Sunny but them. Everyone in the crew knew how much this meant to [Name] yet only one individual didn't notice. It was her best friend Luffy- who seemed to fail to notice how deeply in love she was towards him. She even gave obvious hints like kissing him publicly on the cheek, giving her food when she was actually starving, and playing with him in every game he thought about. Yet, Luffy shrugged it off as a form of their friendship. It hurt [Name] knowin

Dean is somewhat lethargic as he all but collapses on the motel bed on the furthest left side of the cramped room. He’s well aware of the fact that his in desperate need of a shower, but he simply cannot find it in himself to move another muscle. He aches all over and his head is pounding with a vicious vengeance. Sam said much of anything the entire time he drove back, something Dean didn’t have the energy to object. When Sam cut the engine, a question was balancing on the tip of his tongue, but as he watches his brother practically drag his seemingly lifeless body from the car and into the building, Sam opts to remain silent. W

        It was going to be a very routine, boring day for you. You had absolutely nothing planned, other than a quick stop at your local market for some much needed groceries. Though this sort of day might be considered mundane to some, it was exactly the kind of day you loved. “Well, now, what do we have here? It seems my favorite little snack is on sale. Today must be my lucky day.” As you loaded your basket with the cheap but delicious snack, something caught your attention. When you turned to look however, there was nothing there. “That's a little weird.” “What was, that fate chose to bring us together, yet