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
Loki x Reader |Relax, Darling|
(Co-written with Austyn Prince)
To say you were stressed would be an understatement. Christmas was coming up, and that meant vacation time for hundreds of SHIELD personnel, you included. Normally you’d just stay and work, since most of your recent Christmases were spent alone. But this year was special, because you had a Loki to spend it with, along with the entire team of Avengers.
And since this was basically the world’s biggest wrench being thrown into your schedule, your S.O. was determined to pile on the work so you’d get it all done before the break. Because, unfortunately, he had deadlines that were right around the time you were off.
That would’ve been alright if it wasn’t literal pounds of paperwork that you had to fill out. You’d literally just spent the last 14 hours at SHIELD, not training, not out in the field, but sitting...at a desk...filling out sheet after sheet of paperwork.
You’d never felt more exhausted in your entir
Daddy! Loki x Mommy! Reader |Baby Powers|
“Daddy! Daddy! Come on, you’re gonna make us late!!” Freja cried, tugging on her father’s pants leg as she bounced excitedly at the elevator door. Loki chuckled, shaking his head as he set the groggy little boy down, who he had been holding on his hip.
“Be patient, Freja. The park’s not going anywhere.” Loki chided, gently lowering his son to the floor.
“We goin’ to da park?” Astor asked drowsily, yawning as he rubbed at his eyes. Astor was very similar to Loki when he was a boy; late to bed, even later to rise. Turns out neither of your men were morning people. You only hoped the next one would be different, which you thought as you waddled over, handing Loki Astor’s puffy coat.
“That’s right, baby. Daddy’s gonna take you to the park to play, today.” You told the little boy, a hand resting on your baby bump. Astor stared up at you with those big, beautiful (e/c) eyes. Loki took the opportunity to
Loki x Reader |Cat Therapy|
You had never been more aggravated in your entire life. Which you were fairly certain was expressed as you stormed into the flat, slamming your SHIELD crap on the floor and making a beeline for the bar. Tony smirked, quirking an eyebrow as he downed a shot of whiskey. Pietro looked amused, Bruce looked away, and Steve was the only one (that you noticed), with a hint of concern on his face.
“Guys, set me up with a hard one.” You grumbled, pulling up a barstool and plopping down next to Clint, who just happened to be there, too.
“Rough day?” Tony mused, and you groaned dramatically, dropping your head to your hands.
“The worst day.. of my life.” You mumbled, shaking your head. You still couldn’t believe everything that had happened, and it wasn’t getting better now that you had the opportunity to brood on it. Thor and Loki, who had been sitting and chilling in the living area, had both glanced up at the sound of your voice.
It was hoarse, a
Sick! Loki x Reader |The Odds|
You were only slightly suspicious of something being wrong with Loki-possibly-when you woke up that morning. It was mostly because Loki got up sniffling and wiping fervently at his nose. Not to mention the slight pinkness to his eyes.
You quickly dismissed it as he rose and got ready like he normally did, barely even acknowledging the grossness he felt in his throat. So if he didn’t care, you didn’t, either.
But as you got the hot chocolate (you hated coffee, and taught Loki to do the same), ready for the both of you, you couldn’t help but notice he was feeling progressively worse, particularly when he stumbled into the kitchen in search of tissues.
“Um, Loki, baby, are you okay?” You asked him, pouring the heavenly beverages into separate thermoses and eying him warily.
“Of course I’m fine, woman. I just have a bit of a runny nose, is all.” He grumbled. You quirked an eyebrow, watching as he searched vainly for the box of “nose pap
Loki x Reader |Ugly Sweaters, Making Food|
Loki wearing an ugly Christmas sweater was just about the funniest thing you’d ever seen. Mostly because you never thought you’d live to see the day. But here he was, sitting all cuddled up next to you, in a green, black and gold sweater. He was only wearing it because you made it for him.
And because he secretly appreciated the little reindeer and helmet patterns that were decorating the fuzzy thing. Also because you were wearing a similarly ugly one, and you’d made it mandatory that the rest of the Avengers do the same thing.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t be allowed to eat Christmas dinner, which you would be preparing the main course for. ...And this was supposed to take place in a few hours.
“(Name), when do you plan on getting the, eh, the food started?” Loki asked you coolly, adjusting the collar of his fluffy sweater. You shrugged, nuzzling against his chest as you watched the end credits of Desolation of Smaug roll.
You’d just introduced Lok
Christmas Fever - [Rin Matsuoka x reader]
"AAAAAACHOOOOOOO!! Choo, choo, choo!!"
Letting out multiple sneezes, you covered your mouth with your arm instinctively and noticed the icky snot running on your bicep.
Gross... This is just... great...!
With a weakened pout, you grabbed a downy tissue from the tissue box then wiped your arm and nose of the icky mucus. Somehow, today feels like a sick day for you. Yesterday, you were doing perfectly fine but due to sleep deprivation and stress from school building up, your immune system finally collapsed. Although you had plans for today, you couldn't go and called in sick. Taking cold medicine seemed to have worked for a while but the effects worked occasionally, making you sniff every so often. What makes matters worse, Christmas creeps around the corner. Staying sick during Christmas isn't a delightful experience.
Cleaning your nose once more, you checked yourself in the mirror to see your nose reddening and your slightly pale reflection. As you analyzed your sick
It was dark in your bedroom, and you had surrounded yourself with warm blankets and pillows like a mini-fortress in your own bed. It was quiet, save the sound of the ceiling fan spinning quickly above your head, making a small buzzing noise. You had your arms wrapped around a pillow as you tried to fall asleep.
Your husband, Kiku Honda, was finishing up a bath, since he had a long day at work and needed to unwind. Being alone in the bedroom wasn't that different from when Kiku was with you because he liked to stay up in the corner against the wall, making it seem like he wasn't even there. In fact, you wouldn't even know he was there if it wasn't for the rhythmic sound of his breathing that often lulled you to sleep.
The sound of the bathroom door opening caused you to turn your head back slightly to look at your husband. He turned off the light quickly, but you saw he was already in his sleepwear. He walked slowly to the bed, not turning on a light i
Levi x Reader: Working OvertimeYou were busy working in the kitchen cooking dinner for both you and Levi, he had been working hard in the office slaving away every waking hour. It felt horrible that you barely saw him all that much but you knew why he did it, it was for the future that the pair of you want to build unfortunately for you being fresh out of University with a well worked for degree didn't mean that people were lapping at your feet to employ you, sending out a mountain high of applications and receiving nothing in return was a little disheartening but with your determination, you refused for it get you down.
Most of your day had been spent at the computer searching for a job most of your refusals was due to a 'lack of experience' of course it was, to gain experience you have to have a job to, but you did manage to bag an interview at none other than the place that you had been dreaming to work at. Ever since you found the email not long ago it replaced the disheartening feeling with a feeling of e
Cafetalia X Reader - Nordic FiveContains sexual euphemisms. Reader discretion advised.
All five worlds come together now.
The steamy kiss in the air vent,
The warm touch of a hand over a suitcase,
The embarrassing misunderstanding in a hotel room,
The storm forcing you to spend the night,
The escaped plane that kept you near the one you held dear.
However, you don’t remember a thing.
What shall become of your fate?
Perhaps this had been a bad idea.
Of course, like all bad ideas, it didn’t seem like a bad idea at first.
But alas, here you were.
In the midst of four waiters that all had similar appearances who had previously mistaken you for someone they knew, in a beautiful inter-Scandinavian restaurant after celebrating the wedding of your mother’s friend. This was the reception after
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.