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
Tony x Reader Long Time Coming
The air outside was cold and dreary. Winter weather never really was all that pleasant to (Name). What with the bitter chill and mountains of snow and ice that made travel all but impossible. Although none of that really mattered, seeing as she was tucked away, safe and warm, inside the Avengers Tower.
So it was a little baffling to Thor when he came into the living area of the floor, only to find his dear friend hunched on the corner of the couch, feet on the cushions and knees drawn up to her chin. She was staring outside, looking adorable in her fluffy knit sweater but sad, as well.
“What are you doing over there, milady?” He asked her with an amused smile, padding over to where she sat with a big bowl of marshmallows in his hands.
“Oh, you know. Just enjoying the weather.” She replied with a sigh,m wiggling her painted toes while gazing out the frosty window.
“Are you, now? I could have sworn you told me you hated cold weather. I believe you described
Odium | Levi x Reader
You wish to fall into oblivion. The remnants of previous horrors come rushing back to your mind, breaking through the cracks that desperately hold you together. The burden upon your shoulders grows with each day; the mind dwindling with the acknowledgement of reality.
And it is often that you encounter the nightmares. The ones where you recall the moments where your family is slaughtered before you; the ones where you see the allies desperately crying out for your help.
But you can never reach them in time. Nightmare after nightmare, attempt after attempt, you never save them.
A soldier you may be, but a coward you are.
But others do not see you as such-- to them, you are a hero. You are superior to the rest; a glimmer of hope that causes their inspiration to rise.
But to you, you are nothing.
Worriment occurs as trembling digits clutch onto the blanket, desperation explicit in actions. Fabric pressed against your body, the demons continue to cloud your mind, negative thoughts c
Aeternus (Hell!Levi x Death!Reader) [Hell!AU]
Soft footsteps resounds through the darkness, a miasma of ashes and fire mingling in with the stale air. Sharp nails graze the obsidian wall, metals and dull gems that once shone brightly embedded underneath, trailing higher up into a ceiling of a luminous glow, bleeding its little light onto the shadows.
Nimble feet touched the rough cobblestone ground, the heat of it enough to blacken and burn skin, but you continue on, steps graceful, hips swaying slightly.
You pass pits of ashes and smoke, blue lips simply stretching into a smile as a cacophony of agonizing and sharp screams echo and fill the unearthly ambiance. You make your way, not giving a single glance to the ghostly hands that reach out from the dark chasms and claw at the surface, pleas slipping from their dead lips like a chant, as if that were all they could ever do.
The chorus of voices grow fainter as you inch closer to a throne of cold iro
[Daddy!Levi x Mommy!Reader] Tricksy?Today was your son's first day at school. You want everything to be perfect so you woke up at around 4 a.m. to prepare. You double-checked everything he needed; lunch, school stuffs like his uniform, pencils, paper, etc. You also cooked bacons, eggs, franks and burgers so that he could choose whatever he wants for breakfast.
"Breakfast is ready!"
Levi was the first to come down. He placed his hand on the small of you back, pulling you to him and pressing his lips onto yours. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead to yours and mumbled a "good morning".
"Mom. How do I put this on?" You looked behind Levi to see your son, Eren, the tie on his neck was a complete disaster.
You smiled at him. "Aw. Come here, baby."
Eren approached you. A pout can be seen on his small lips. "Don't call me baby, mommy. What would Mikasa think if she heard you calling me your baby? I'm all grown-up now."
"You'll always be my baby." You said, grinning at the adorable face your son was making.
He groaned in
Hey Uh... Preggers (ClintxPregnant!Reader) CM
"Well shit." You mumbled as you checked the test.
It was official. That idiot you called your husband impregnated you.
This was just great!
Now it was just time to tell the bastard…
Who was in Russia.
For five more months.
“Hey baby.” Clint started as he began the Skype call.
“What’s up? Something got you down?”
Clint smiled and winked at you, “Look, I know I’m gonna be gone for a while, but I’ll be home before you know it.”
“Oh believe me, I know you will.”
Clint smiled, “Good. What’s on your mind then?”
You took a deep breath, “Uh…”
Clint looked at you expectantly, while you just struggled to find your words. You bit your lip and tried once again.
“Clint, I’m, uh…”
“Barton, let’s go.&
Severus x Pregnant! Reader A Strange Thought
(Name) had never felt fear before like she did as she walked down the halls toward Snape’s class. It was in session, of course, however she couldn’t have cared less. At this point in the game, there was no way she could wait to tell him this news.
Married, shortly after Potter arrived on the scene, and a bright smile on her face as she walked, thinking about the small silver band that had been crafted just for her. Snape had muttered something about how its main purpose was to serve as a protective charm against dark magic, but she couldn’t have cared less. She had a ring on her finger, and the tall, dark and monotone professor was all hers.
Well, for now. Because soon enough she had the feeling she’d end up having to share him with someone else. But this someone, she was more than happy to share him with.
She sighed to herself, stopping in front of the door to the Defense in Dark Arts class, hand landing on the cool wall. Peering inside, she co
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.