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The Tale of Rin and Sesshomaru Chapter 2: Sesshomaru's Choice As you can imagine, Sesshomaru didn't have anyone he might call a friend (aside from Rin, who adored him, and Jaken, who worshipped him). Current or former slaves, casual acquaintances, or allies of convenience who had survived their mutual adventures: he treated everyone with equal disdain. Those few who had crossed swords with him and lived to tell about it loathed him beyond measure. One day, there came a gathering of Sesshomaru's old enemies: panther demons who still held a grudge against the Inu no Taisho, Sesshomaru's father, and hated Sesshomaru doubly for having crushed t

Author's Note: Peter and reader-chan are both about sixteen or seventeen in this, not twelve like in the book and movie. I dunno how he grew up, but he did because DAMMIT I WANTED TO WRITE PETER PAN FLUFF.  (In my world though he's not going to age anymore) Peter couldn’t help it. He, the Boy Who Wouldn’t Grow Up, had fallen in love. And frankly, he didn’t like it one bit. He didn’t want to love you; loving someone meant growing up. And that was the exact opposite of what he wanted to do. And so Peter did nothing about it, merely let the knowledge stew in his brain until he thought he would burst if he didn’

It was late and after a long day you crawled into your bed. Your head was already swimming with the thoughts of all that you had to do tomorrow. Ever since you turned eighteen it seemed your once peaceful world had been turned upside-down and filled with nothing but one headache after another. You had been so busy lately with tiresome tasks and newfound responsibilities. Sometimes it felt like you were drowning in a sea of drama and stress. You always tried your best to keep your head above water and keep soldiering on, but it always seemed as if there was always something new only too eager to try and drag you down. Exhausted both mentally a

Persephone, Queen of the Dead Chapter 1 Persephone     My birth name is Kore, but modern readers may only know me by the name Persephone; the name my husband gave to me on our wedding day many long centuries ago.  You see I am the consort of Hades, the God of the Underworld, known by some as the Queen of the Dead.  Throughout the centuries since I took my place within the Underworld, at my husband’s side, I have heard many tales of how my uncle, the God Hades, kidnapped me while I was picking flowers with the daughter of Oceanos, the Sea Nymphs, one bright, sunny day; how as I screamed and struggled with all my might, he seized me an