And then they all died.
Blue-Eyed Matador.Characters: Spain, 2p!Fem!Romano.
Song based on Blue-eyed Matador by Voltaire. Link in description.
DISCLAIMER: I have no idea if 2p!Romano has blue eyes anyway, so lets pretend (s)he does, okay?
I stood, staring at a distant light. It was chilly, I noted, as I walked through the tunnel. Cheering could be heard from outside. The light was beginning to get closer now. I shivered, but continued my journey, closer and closer to the not-so-distant light. The wind picked up and I shivered again. The cheering was getting louder. I was upon the light now.
I entered the bull ring arena. People form all over cheered. The screaming I ignored. Was I dreaming? No, I couldn't. But that bull... I couldn't quite think. That bull seemed to be like no other I have ever fought before. He seemed... evil. Ha ha ha! I understood after studying the beast. This was the final fight. If I weren't a powerful country, I would surely die. That's it! This wasn't just an ordinary
Christmas Shoes Based on the song "The Christmas Shoes" by the artist NewSong.
I stood in line at the department store. I was trying to finish up some Christmas shopping for my Catholic friends, and my girlfriend. It was all a giant rush to get everything done before that 'holy day'. All it did was put me in a generally bad mood. People around talked about loved ones and what they did on Christmas. Since I wasn't of that faith, I didn't pay any attention. In fact, while I waited on that long line, the only thing to attract my attention was the person in front of me. He was a young boy with a medium shade of brown colored hair. He had tan skin, and when he turned I could see his olive green eyes. His clothes were not only, worn, torn, and old, but incredibly dirty. The thing that got me most was not his little boy pacing, but rather the pair of red shoes in his hands.
It finally came his time to pay, and honestly, I couldn't believe w
Daisy's Mansions: Chapter One, page seven I left town and began trudging through the sand again. Day two of this quest. Honestly, it didn't seem so tough. (Why does Mario always complain? It's not that tough. Then again, he might be tired of just always saving Peach.) I kicked some sand as the heat went up. I wiped some sweat from my forehead as fireballs began to form. Normally I have no problems with fireballs (except if they get into town), but these fireballs were getting in my way. Casually, I just walked around them. It was just that simple. I looked up at the clear blue sky. Not a single cloud in the sky, which was such a shame. Some shade would be greatly appreciated.
I walked for another half hour before becoming too exhausted to go on. I sat down and took out the Gameboy Horror. I wasn't going to contact Mom or E. Gadd, I was going to goof around with the settings. Well, not really. I just wanted to see if it had a map on it somewhere. Something useful. I turned it on and kep
I live in a pineapple under the sea... I hate my life. My only friend is named Patrick. And he's mentally retarded. All we do together is stupid shit, all day long. I'm twenty-two years old and work in the fast food chain, and I probably won't do anything else with my life. My one and only co-worker makes fun of me all day. If I were to complain to my boss, he would cut my already shit pay, mainly because he's a cheap bastard. The woman I love is a southern belle, who is a scientist. All I am to her is a practice dummy and a test monkey. I also can't leave my home town, since I don't have my drivers license. And every time I take the test, I fail. To make matters worst, I live in a pineapple under the sea.
He Used to be Great He used to be the greatest man alive. No one could compete against him, the Spanish, Germans, nor the French. Great Britain, aka Arthur Kirkland, truly was a great man indeed. He was stronger. His army was the best trained, and his navy was larger then anybody else's. His country was the strongest. Of course, he was respected by many people, small and large. Including a little American boy...
Arthur's colony America, aka Alfred F. Jones, was a small boy. He was raised by Arthur after he beat the French-man Francis Bonnefoy. He respected Arthur, looked up the the Brit, and loved him as a younger brother should. He did whatever the Brit wanted him too. Never did he want to betray him. Alfred thought that he should follow in Arthur's footsteps and grow up to be like him.
Arthur always loved Alfred. After all, he was his little brother. Arthur wanted to be one of the best older brothers there could
Daisy's Mansions: Chapter One, page six I woke up at around eight. For a minute, I had no idea where I was. Oh, right. I stopped at the Star-Fallen Inn, I thought, yawning. I got up and stretched before putting my boots and crown back on. I grabbed Poltergust and the Gameboy Horror and left the room. When I entered the foyer, there were tons of people. This place must be popular. I headed towards the food cart for some breakfast. I was sure people were giving me a sideways glance, but who cares?
I sat down with an omelet and began eating. I needed to be out of here quickly. About halfway through my omelet, the woman from last night sat across from me. "Hello there Princess. May I ask you a question?" she said. I nodded and stopped eating. "What will happen to the people of Sarasaland if you're gone and Tatanga comes back?" I thought for a moment.
"Honestly, I have no idea," I answered. The women nodded and left. I finished the om
Daisy's Mansions: Chapter One, page five I walked through the desert, towards the Mushroom Kingdom. I know that I would need to cross over into Bowser's kingdom just to get this all to end. I glanced at the ground, making sure I didn't fall into quicksand. I also happened to notice the lack of mushroom houses. What gives? I know that there should be some! This was a castle world after all. Or was it?
I needed to know whether this was a castle world, or a mansion world. So I looked at the details. The lack of Goomba's, Koopa's, Lakitu's, and other villain's was a good sign of a mansion world. Also, fireball's were trying to form, they just couldn't. Didn't Luigi and Mario once say that Luigi's Mansion gave off loads of cool air? Or was it that the mansion made the sky darker then it really was? Or was it both?
Frustrated that I couldn't remember, I kicked the sand furiously and continued walking. How could I save who ever if I didn
Daisy's Mansions: Chapter One, page four Once in my room, I ran to my closet. I grabbed a yellow sundress and orange rain boots. Looking at them, I wondered why I even had rain boots! I tore off my dress and threw the sundress on. I slipped my feet into the boots and ran back downstairs. Mom was waiting there for me, holding what I believe is the Poltergust. After all, it looked like a red vacuum backpack. Mom took my hand and lead me back to the cellar. When we arrived at the bottom, E. Gadd looked at us.
"Alright young lady, you need to learn how to fight some ghosts. Lucky for you, I always bring some training ghosts. Now, I added straps to the Poltergust because when your running around and not fighting ghosts, it would be hard to keep the Poltergust on your back," E. Gadd explained. I nodded. At least straps would mean not worrying about it slipping off my back when fighting anything, from Goomba's to ghosts.
Daisy's Mansions: Chapter One, page three Mom, E. Gadd, and I stood outside on the balcony. The spaceship landed, blowing sand into a dust storm type cloud. The giant glass dome opened, and out stepped Tatanga. I groaned and hid behind my mother. I peeked from behind Mom's back to see what was happening. Tatanga was looking around before he looked up and found the balcony. Instantly, he started towards the front doors. The guards did their best to keep him from entering. But, well.. Tatanga's a alien and the guards are Goomba's It was obvious who was going to win. Tatanga entered the castle. It wouldn't be long until he found his way to the balcony. Sand is soft enough. And jumping seems to be the best idea right now.
Instead of jumping and basically committing suicide, I ran to the edge of the balcony. My mom stood in front of me, and E. Gadd seemed to want to offer protection, though we both know he can't. Finally, the dreaded moment happened. Tatanga
Sebastian x Child Reader: Her Butler, Valentine
Sebastian x Child Reader
Her Butler, Valentine
It was February 14th and as the sun rose on this very special day, the snow from the night before sparkled as if it had been touched by magic. It was Valentine’s Day once again, and all of London seemed to embrace it with welcome arms. Every shop and café had decorations of hearts and red and pink banners, and there were more flower bouquets than could ever be sold- in spite of the cold weather. And though it was still quite early in the morning, lovers walked through the cobbled streets hand in hand with nothing but smiles. All in all, it was the perfect scene to symbolize the romantic holiday. . . Though in the center of the great city, there was one stately town house near the center of London’s elite class, where there was not a single decoration to be had.
It was the second abode of the Earl of Phantomhive- and current
Hetalia x reader April fool's day!
You heard the sound of a letter being dropped and a package drop from your letter box. You signed and walked over to where your front door was. You picked up the letter and opened it to receive a 'black mail' letter.
'Dear, Miss (Name) (Last Name).
We would like to inform you on your warning that you must come to the park at 10' o clock sharp wearing only this outfit.'
You read out. You opened the package only to face a small prostitute Mickey mouse outfit. You had big mouse ears, a tight short skirt that was suppose to look like like his red shorts of course, a black tank top and of course stockings that will show the strapping with high heels.
You gormed at the outfit and threw it in the trash.
"Theirs no way I'm walking to the park looking like a fricken hooker!" you said annoyed, when you suddenly saw the letter continued.
'However..If you refuse to wear this outfit and not show up at the park. We have your photo
2P!America x Child!Reader x 2P!Canada
How To Look Beautiful~.
"[Y/N]!", your bedroom door was slammed open, revealing both Allen and Matthieu, "We need your help!", both of them said at the same time.
"Ever heard of knocking?" you asked as you glared at them.
"But it's important!", Allen said as he step into your room.
"Important or not, you're supposed to knock!", you growled.
"O-Okay.", Allen walked out of the room, closing the door from behind and then knocked.
You smiled brightly and hugged your mochi plushie tightly, "Come in~"
Allen opened the door, gently then walked in with Matthieu.
"Now, what is this something important?", you questioned.
"This idiot,", Matthieu pointed at Allen, "made a bet to some stupids that whoever lose the game will have to look beautiful and dress like a lady."
"We lost and we need your help to look beautiful since you're the only girl here.", Allen said, feeling slightly embarrassed.
You giggled, "Well! You came to the right person!"
Checkmate|| Yandere!Levi x Reader || AU
Chess was something you were mediocre at.
It was like how every person had that one friend who was great at something, but wasn’t great enough to accomplish anything with it.
Some could say it was talent; others could say it was a logical procedure for them.
You shared that sentiment, but only when it came to chess.
You had to admit, you had beaten him countless times. But the way his lips would only curve downwards into another scowl, the way his hand would clench themselves into a fist, like he was squeezing the life out of the loss he had gained, it was the root of your inability to take any satisfaction from your victory.
The first day, he had challenged you to chess, not knowing of your previous experience with the black and white pieces.
When you beat him, he had said nothing, instead mumbling for you to leave his office.
And that day was the reason your relationship took flight.
A white dove flying with the black crow.
Tadashi Hamada x Reader: Guardian Angel
You were sitting on the stairwell, drowning out all the talk that was going on downstairs. Your hair was damp and so was your dress…and the rest of you. Your eyes, your cheeks…they stung too. It all happened so quickly…you didn’t have a chance to react to what was happening. The memory can’t be replaced by another one. They told you to be strong but you couldn’t. To you…the world had turn cold with the thought placed in your soul that you couldn’t. You tried to dig deep inside yourself to get yourself to be the strong one but you just…can’t.
He was there when you fell, both literally and figuratively. And he always stood with you…and there for you, through all your troubles. He even told you that he would risk his life for you. He would hold you when you cried, saying that it’s okay.
The emotions started hitting you like crashing waves on a stormy shore, as more memories came to you.
Deleted (Armin x Reader) AU
My eyes lit up as the young blonde came into view. Armin’s smile made my heart flutter but something else caught my attention. There, on his childish face, sat a big red splotch that I knew would bruise.
“Hey (Y/N).” Armin greeted me in his quiet tone.
If I had a voice I would give him a hello. Knowing I was unable to speak, he simply sighed as he stared at me. The frown remained on my face as I kept my gaze on the mark that graced his cheek.
“So do you want to see the story I wrote today?”
I glared at the thirteen year old but didn’t dwell on the matter. He would tell me eventually; he tells me everything. He could come here and just go on for hours. I suppose he felt safe around me since there was no way I could actually repeat the things he said to me.
The young boy dug through his school bag before producing a crumpled paper. The pathetic piece of notebook paper looked as if it had been thrown into a lake and then fished out. Armin looked down at
Halloween (2P!F.A.C.E. x Child!Reader)______________ didn’t mind Halloween, she really didn’t, in fact she loved wearing a costume, going out to get candy, and just being a kid but she was also miserable this time of year. She was afraid of her own shadow actually and her family didn’t make it any easier. There were jump scares throughout the house, realistic skeletons everywhere, even creepy looking foods she was too afraid to try. Her mother thought it was hilarious seeing her daughter breakdown in tears from seeing some of the things she and her Uncle had rigged up. It got to the point that ___________ just stayed in her room or hung out at the Kirkland House. She was always welcomed there and Matt was always there to play with her, but so was Mr. Bonnefoy. She never really had much interaction with him and he was always in the corner smoking and drinking. He sometimes let her in and wave her away if she asked for something, it was his own personal way of saying “Go ahead just don’t fuck up
Cafetalia X Reader - 2P!CanadaContains foul language and lime content. Reader discretion advised.
Matt was just standing there, slouching against the wall to your right, with the sunlight hitting his black sunglasses in just the right angle. He hadn’t even come to your table, like he should be. He was just chilling by the front door and shooting you dirty looks.
The one person who had the name tag with the usual three letter name that seemed to feel a bit pretentious and simplistic all at the same time.
You’ve been frequenting your neighborhood Timmy’s for a month now and Matt Williams still wouldn’t treat you like a human being, but of course, you didn’t know why.
Vacationing in Canada for the winter was what you had wanted to spend break on because you had wished to experience the vast land in its time of the winter solstice, and Christmas ha
Clint x Reader |Surprises|
Clint Barton was full of a lot of things, you realized as you sat up in bed. You stretched with a soft yawn, looking around the bedroom. He could be so romantic, at times, when he wasn’t being cold and distant. Not only that, but he could be gentle despite being one of the strongest assassins SHIELD had to offer. He was caring, and honest, and in all honesty- He was hot.
But little did you know he could be full of all that crap, and still have surprises to offer.
You blinked, feeling like everything in your shared room was brighter. Happier, even. You’d say you didn’t know why, but trust me, you definitely did. A grin crossed your lips as you felt your excitement grow.
Today was officially your 25th friggin’ birthday.
You leaned over to Clint, who’d fallen asleep with his back turned to you. You hardly care, though, pressing soft lips to his shoulder, then to his neck, and ear.
“It’s time to get up, sleepyhead.” You murmured to him, and y
Hetalia Writing Challenge: Day 7 Once upon a time, there was a cat. That cat belonged to Germany. He was Germouser. Now Germouser was a very strict kitty while his older brother was fun and awesome. Despite his meanybuttness, for some reason, Itabby was his all time BFF. One day, Germouser woke up and began to eat breakfast. But he didn't like it. Then his tummy made the rummbles that only hands would satisfy. So Germouser decided to walk around and look for food. But the lack of food made him very sleepy so he took a nap.
And then they all died.