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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
Who's the Father? (Chubby!Mom!ReaderxChildren!BTT)“Mutti! Mutti! Lets go to the park!”
“Please maman! Can we go to the park?”
(Name) was being jumped on by her three boys, the trio begging to go to the park. She chuckled at her boys and ruffled their hair, trying to settle them down. They were such a hyperactive bunch of kids, always making a mess and getting into all kinds of trouble, but (Name) didn’t mind. They were her children, blood or not, and she loved them all the same.
“If you three clean up your rooms, I’ll not only take you to the park, but buy you each a treat,” (Name) said with a smile as she crouched down to their eye level.
“Thank you!” the boy cried out and tackled (Name) in a hug, burying their faces into her soft chest.
They quickly ran off towards their combined room, leaving (Name) sitting on the floor with a wide grin on her face. As she listened to the happy chatter between her three boys, she stood up and wandered the living
2P!America x Child!Reader - Lullaby
"Bro," you said as you laid in your bed, "Can you sing me a lullaby?"
"Why?" he questioned.
"Daddy always sings me a lullaby before I go to sleep." you replied.
Allen sighed, "Does it have to be a lullaby? No other songs like rap or pop?"
"Lullaby... Stupid." you murmured the last word.
"Okay," Allen sat beside you on your bed and started singing in a low, calm tone, "Twinkle twinkle little star,
How I wonder what you are...
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky...
When the blazing sun is gone,
When the nothing shines upon...
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night...
Then the traveler in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark...
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so...
When the blazing sun is gone,
When the nothing shines upon...
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star."
Once he's done, he noticed that you were already sleeping. He smiled and kissed your forehead before closing the lights.
Cerulean (Sugardaddy!Erwin x Reader) [AU]
Warnings for slight mature themes.
You sat on one of the bar stools and ordered a whiskey the minute you got in, and ordered a second right after you finished your first. The music is loud and obnoxious in the background, and you slumped onto the bar top. You hated clubs. They're stupid and stuffy and the music is horrible, so are the people.
You were only here because Hanji pestered you to follow them to the club. You both have been studying like hell for exams, dark circles already appearing around your eyes.
You couldn't afford to go to a club; college was expensive, and you knew that. Your summer job didn't have a decent pay, and you wondered on how long you could live on like this. Hanji was at the dance floor, sometimes coming up to check on you and drag you out to dance, to which you refused, annoyance etched upon your eyebrows.
It's already been an hour and you've been through your fourth d
Corporal's Cadet ( Levi x Reader )
You were pathetic. A soldier? (Y/n) (L/n) was a good for nothing piece of shit. You had do save humanity, but you couldn't even balance yourself on the 3DMG... Once you tried to kill a titan and that move just ended with you looking into death's eyes. Your blades broke into little pieces and the titan caught you with it's huge hand. You injured yourself and just when your head was going to get bitten off, you were saved by Mikasa.
You still had nightmares about the Trost attack... How the colossal titan left a huge hole in the big mighty wall. What could you do? Slow your friends down? Why were you in the Survey Corps? To get yourself killed on the first expedition? This was insanity... You wanted to be in your house with your mother and father... You were scared... You didn't want to die... Not yet.
At night you would sneak out from your dorm and train. It was funny how you always ended up with a bruise on your arm or on your leg.
"What are you, Cadet (L/n)?" You often remembered aski
2P!FACE x Child!Reader - Bowling
You smiled as you see the bowling alleys.
"Why are we here?" Allen asked.
"Poppet said that she wants to go bowling so we came here~" Oliver explained.
"I'll pass." Francois said as he walks away but Oliver pulled him back.
"Okay!" Allen exclaimed as he grabs a red ball and threw it but missed the pin. He stood there until Matthieu moved Allen aside and got his ball.
He then wore his sunglasses and threw his bowling ball in full power, giving him a complete strike.
Oliver walked in and threw his ball only for him to get a strike, "Yes! Take that Al!"
You laughed as Allen walked towards the corner of the room.
"I'll pass." Francois said.
You walked towards the bowling ally with your ball but to your disappointment, the pin is really far and your just a kid.
You stood there for about two minutes until Francois sighed, picking you up and walk towards the pin carefully.
When he stopped walking, you threw
Changing of the Guard - England x Reader
Palace Guard England x American Traveler Reader
------- “No one ever said travel was easy. We all get lonely and homesick at some point.” ~ Anonymous -------
The clicking of your heels against the pavement seemed to rhythmically lull you into a sort of daze, allowing your thoughts to wander. People of all shapes, sizes, and ethnicities walked past you through the bustling crowds as you continued to walk down the same strip of sidewalk that you had been wandering on for the past twenty minutes. Were you lost? Most likely. Did you care? Meh, the whole point of traveling is to get lost, so no…you didn't care so much. But did you feel lonely? Yes. Oh God yes. Perhaps traveling to London by yourself wasn't such a good idea after all.
Since you are from the United States, the layout of the town was something you weren't
Torn (Levi x Suicidal!Reader) [AU]
tw; suicide attempt, self-harm, suicide.
You watch as the red fades into the bath water, your mouth slightly parted, a sharp pain felt as you drag the blade across your bare flesh, and the crimson trickles down your arm. You repeat the painful process, moving onto your thighs, legs, ankles; everywhere. The water is now stained with a faint fresh red, and your vision blurs, the darkness slowly pulling you in.
You wake up with a gasp, your mind all hazy, heart pounding against your ribs, the now cold water sloshing over the rim of the bathtub, and spilling onto the pristine, linoleum floor. A knock is heard on the door, and you scramble to grab the razor and slide it under the tub, the sound of the sharp blade scraping on the floor much too loudly. You pull the plug off the drain, praying that the red water would be gone fast enough.
You hurriedly grab your clothes, tugging on yo
Snooze Button [Rin Matsuoka x Reader]
Based on your experience, you know that Rin isn't much of a morning person. He may not be able to sleep at night and begin jogging early in the morning, but he needs his eight hours of sleep. His body regulates time like that. So long as he gains his eight hours, he's energized and awake.
Tomorrow, you and Rin were invited to attend a picnic hosted by Makoto who also invited Haruka, Nagisa, Rei, and Gou. You asked Makoto if inviting Sosuke, Momotarou, and Ai along was fine by him. Being the kind person Makoto is, he grinned and said that it was fine.
"Of course you may invite them (Name)-chan." Makoto flashes his gentle smile,"The more the merrier, right?"
Makoto asked you to arrive at around 10:00 a.m.
It's now the day of the picnic and only three hours until the scheduled time. Knowing that Rin has troubles waking up, you decide to go with Rin to the picnic.
You got yourself ready in your casual clothing, nothing too flashy and nothing too dull. As you ste
Obsidian (Demon!Levi x Reader) [Demon!AU]
He was at the mere age of 11 when he first met you.
Children born from demons were rare, and were often celebrated by holding a great feast. He didn't like being the center of attention when he enters a room, gazes riveting to him, mutters heard. It irritated him so.
The demon known as Levi was a silent one, with obsidian locks obscuring those steel eyes of his, and with fur the color of an exquisite silver, soft to the touch. Levi was also quite an irascible and reclusive child, but tended to hide away his feelings and kept his mouth shut.
His head aches as he massages into his scalp, digits feeling the bumps upon his head; he was growing horns. Levi wasn't sure whether he'll grow wings, but if he did, he'd escape this place, never to be seen again.
Levi's mother had let him outside to play with the other children, but he simply observed from afar, knees held close to his chest. They ran, playing an exuberant game o
Hetalia Writing Challenge: Day 9 Childhood, Rome remembered, was a very tough time. He was so small compared to the rest of the world, and the founders were weird ass half divine twins. True, the founding of his country had been extremely weird, and to some people, not possible to some people. Rome let out a sigh. He snuck a glance over at Germania, who had just been sitting.
"Vhat do you vant, Rome?" he asked. Rome frowned. "You know, you always have a been so cold. But, do you ever stop and think about your childhood?" Rome said, patting Germania on his back. Germania raised a eyebrow at his Roman friend but said nothing. Rome smiled and leaned back.
"Do you know how I was a born?" Rome asked. Before Germania could respond, Rome continued. "Yes, I was born after the birth of the twins Romulus and Remus, who are created with the founding of Rome. Si, they were half-divine, sons of Rhea, sons of the God Mars. Yeah, they ove
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
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