Cat!BTT X Reader - Transformed -Part 4 (FINAL!)Cat!BTT X Reader - Transformed -Part 4 (FINAL!)2 years ago in General Fiction
Cat! BTT X Reader
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You glanced around, eyeing the men around you, distrusting eye’s making contact with theirs.
“ Full house.” Antonio eyed and placed his cars down.
“Ugh, Three of a kind….” Francis sighed.
“Hehe,” Gilbert moved his eyebrows up and down. “Four of a Kind…”
“Uh! No way!” Antonio cried and looked at the 4 Aces Gilbert placed on your dining room table.
“Looks like I von again!” Gilbert yelled happily.
“Not so fast mon ami, (Name) ‘as not yet put ‘er cards down and zhat smirk is saying somezhing.” Francis eyed you.
“As if she has somezhing zhat could beat zhing awesome me!” He said arrogantly.
“Oh really?” You began, arrogance taking over your voice, “Not even a Straight Flush?”
You placed your king, queen, jack, 10 and 9 of hearts down and smiled.
Cat!BTT X Reader - Transformed -Part 2Cat!BTT X Reader - Transformed -Part 22 years ago in General Fiction
Cat! BTT X Reader
Part 2 of 4- Contest Prize for :iconanger-problems:
“Oh Toni! You’re so cute!” You cooed and petted Spain as he purred.
In the few hours that you had spent with your now feline friends, Spain had quickly become your favorite, much to the dismay of France and Prussia.
Toni’s cat form was soft and cuddly. His fur was soft and smooth. You loved to pet all three of them, as weird as that was to you, but when you were feeling stressed or upset you would always pet Toni.
Either way, you were still getting the comfort you needed from the Spaniard, and whether he was human, a cat, or whatever, he was always there to make you feel better.
You put Spain down and glanced around. France was happily sleeping on a sunny spot on the window sill. Spain was at your feet, glancing around, obviously looking for what you were looking for.
He looked up at you since he took not communicate with you in his current form. He meowe
A Punk Wolf Named MaxA Punk Wolf Named MaxA Punk Wolf Named Max8 years ago in Fantasy
Its been an early morning as the sun rose down the street and to a tall, brown house. In
that house was a family of wolfs, which is really busy this morning. The mother was cooking
breakfast, the father was in the bathroom taking a morning shower and the sister was in her
room putting on her makeup. But there was one person that was already dressed, and he was
in his room kicking back. He goes by the name Maxwell William Tennell. But unless you want
to see his ugly side, best call him Max. The reason I said that, is cause he's a tough wolf
who dosn't play around and takes no crap. And the clothing he wears shows that fact. He was
wearing his favorite, his lucky black cap fliped backwards, a grey hoody that saids "Hoodlum
2000 Y'all", blue jeans and his favorite black and grey Nike hi-tops. In addition he has
four pecings on his left ear and Zell tatto leading all the way up to his forhead. Max is
not only a serious wolf, but he's also a storng one, and he has a 6-
Hetalia x Abused!Child!ReaderWarning: violence and swearing in this chapter. Can’t handle, don’t read.Hetalia x Abused!Child!Reader5 months ago in Drama
(F/N) = First Name
(L/N) = Last Name
(Y/n) = Your name
(H/c) = Hair color
(B/n) = Bunny name (You have a stuffed bunny)
(Y/n) woke up from a light slumber. A second was spent questioning why she was awake, and then the jiggling of keys in the door was heard.
Father was home.
(Y/n) jumped out of bed, and pushed a chair against her bedroom door. Sometimes he came into her room…When he came home this late—her clock read two a.m. right now—he was angry. He had been drinking that gross stuff that makes him mean and angry—he called it a lot of different names, like beer or vodka. But it was all the same, it all turned him into a monster that hurt the three-year-old.
She was smart enough to realize when he smelled and came home late, she was usually hurt.
But not always. Sometimes he wouldn’t come into her room, just head straight to bed. Or if he did come into her
Search for the Cats Eyes QuintetAvenue de la Rose – ParisSearch for the Cats Eyes Quintet3 years ago in Short Stories
Corinne tugged on the lapels of her mini leather jacket as the police car zoomed past with sirens blazing, creating a draft which caused her long, black hair to flick forwards. She she continued down the Paris street, watching where she planted her peach coloured patent high heeled pumps so as to not trip over the cobbles. A gang of builders gawped as she strode past, impressed by her slim fitting maroon denim trousers, long sleeved white and red striped top and purple pashmina. She ignored their obvious glances. She had a criminal to confront.
The nineteen year old art student, born and raised in Cannes, had arrived at her part time job at a jewellery store to find that it had been robbed during the night. Only one item had been stolen; a necklace containing five immaculate and massive emeralds, surrounded with tiny diamonds with the straps made out of pure gold. It was called ‘The Cats Eyes Quintet,’ worth over five mil
Souvenir borealAux mains d’une matriarche féroceSouvenir boreal6 months ago in Free Verse
Vint l’unique soutien sororel.
Envers les réminiscences atroces,
Nul oubli ne devint éventuel.
Idéale, une rencontre précoce
Réunit l’amour grâce à un enfant.
Éperdu guerrier du pays de glace
Combattit les smilodons moins agiles.
Loup des neiges, tel un gardien tenace,
Allie des talents innés et habiles.
Tant il fut un admirant responsable,
Arriva la fille, d’humeur fébrile.
Néanmoins, l’héritier raisonnable
Tomba sur un trésor de sentiment.
Family Is... CooperationTheir garrison was on a mountain top as they prepared for today's training exercise. Livid storm clouds were gathering overhead, and the air was filled with the noxious odors of souls being corrupted and demons skittering across the village below.Family Is... Cooperation4 years ago in Short Stories
Castiel was standing ramrod straight, his sword at the ready. He tried to gather as much encouragement as he could from his siblings beside him, but they do not offer him anything, only a calm façade to show that they were ready and unafraid. This exercise was to test their fighting prowess, and whoever would get the most kills will be awarded with special honors and the possibility of a promotion in their ranks.
The only rule was that the fights will be individually carried out. No one was supposed to help their comrades, no matter how dire the situation would become, no matter how injured or close to death their brother would get, no matter how much they scream and beg to have a savior.
Needless to say, casualties on both sides were ov
lazarusthis is a long story...its not finished...and eh...yeah...thats all...theres alot of bad grammarlazarus12 years ago in Horror
Small ThingsSmall Things8 years ago in Fantasy
Go away! the shrill voice shrieked, punctuated by the crash of something rather breakable and probably priceless shattering into tiny pieces and tumbling to the floor. It was a fitting accompaniment to the violent way the voice cracked mid-word from something that would become deep and powerful to small and androgynously childish. The metamorphosis was a lonely one for any boy. It seemed more so for him, her beloved brother. Go away he said tiredly, sounding older already in only a few minutes.
Her little hands pushed at the door, eyebrows furrowing. She threw her weight into it rather then simply give up, forcing it open just enough to slip in and step over the ruined vase. She was tiny and soundless. She was also Matron Ardulaces first and only biological daughter. The Ssambra daughters sneered and called her spoiled. She thought they were haughty and boring and sneered back. It made their young brother, her brother as well now, laugh and laugh. Sh
Cat's Eye-View Mini Novella (Cat Body Swap)Chapter 1Cat's Eye-View Mini Novella (Cat Body Swap)2 years ago in Sketches
I was completely stuck, what was I going to write next? Halloween was quickly approaching and I had no story to write! Those four people that read my crap are going to be extremely disappointed! As I sat there sulking, my new black cat walked towards me, purring softly. Ziggy hopped on my piano stool, onto my piano and finally onto my desk. The curious feline strutted towards my keyboard, waving it's tail excitedly as it did. The approached my keyboard and began pawing at it, with it's clawless paws. The goofy feline brought a chuckle to my face, and I petted it softly on the head. I turned back to my keyboard, my mind still completely blank on what to write. I wanted to write some sort of animal TF story, something that I hadn't written before. It would have to be a body-swap, but what kind of story would I have to write?
I guess I could write something bug related, but that's just cliché! I thought of at least a dozen ideas, but none of them inspired me to write. I l
Caz And The Gem Mini Cricket"David, I've been tied up for quite a long time now, I really have," said Caz. She was quite well bound, too. Rope soft to the skin yet unyielding to her struggles kept her immobilized in an efficient hogtie as she lay on her side on the sofa. Her elbows were held behind her back by ropes that ran between them, although the elbows were still a safe distance apart from one another so that she felt no discomfort. Her wrists were bound back to back. Rope circled her legs above and below her knees, and around her ankles. A connecting rope ran from her wrists to her ankles, keeping her legs bent as she struggled futilely on the soft cushions, for the more she pulled the tighter the knots became. "I think it's time for you to let me go now," she announced.Caz And The Gem Mini Cricket6 years ago in Short Stories
"Oh, no, you've hardly been tied up any time at all," decided David, pretending he was reading his newspaper, but actually watching Caz. "You need to l
Italy x Reader- Matchmaking CatItaly x Reader- Matchmaking Cat1 year ago in General Fiction
It was a perfect day. You had just left the cafe that you studied in after school. The streets were filled with people chattering and bustling, and for good reason! The sun was out, warming your skin, there was a breeze that kept it from getting too hot, and best of all, it was Saturday!
You were planning on making full use of today by taking a stroll through a park. You waved at people and smiled at everyone you passed. It seemed that everybody else were having a great day as well! There was s little spring in your step as you headed towards the park. Your mind drifted from your friends to your family to schoolwork...and to many other things as you cheerfully walked along.
You happened to glance at a small poster with a picture of a rather adorable-looking cat. The poster read; "Lost Cat! Tame, likes to cuddle, likes getting pet, and likes food! Oh! He also likes pretty ladies!' Glancing down, you raised an eyebrow at the big bold w
PTL mini storyPucca Tragic Love Mini Story: Garu's Confession.PTL mini story8 years ago in Fan Fiction
It was a particularly beautiful summer's night in Sooga village. A full moon glimmered brightly as a gentle breeze swept all throughout the town, Accompanied by a calm silence except for the occasional chirp of a cricket or the twinkling of wind chimes. However Garu didn't notice any of these things as he sprinted through the empty streets, determined to complete his mission before he had a chance to change his mind.
Garu reached his destination quickly climbing towards the open window with silence and ease. He was about to step down into the room when he hesitated. What the hell was I thinking? He thought looking down at the rose in his hand. You miss her. , a voice in his head said mockingly. The hell I do! Garu thought deciding that he should leave but his feet refused to move.
It had been almost a week since he had threw Pucca out of his house simply for making him breakfast. Of course He might not
The Cat Named Kagome // Chapter ThreeThe Cat Named Kagome // Chapter Three2 years ago in General Fiction
“Morning, Sango!” Kagome called up from the ground, grinning up at the large nest in Kaede’s oak tree.
“Ah, good morning, Kagome!” the robin called down, her head peeking out above the edge of the nest. “Sorry, but I won’t be coming down today. I’ve just finished laying my eggs,” she admitted shyly, quickly disappearing again.
“Really?!” the cat practically screeched, throwing herself against the tree and climbing it in great leaps. “How many did you lay?”
“Four!” Sango answered loudly, bobbing her head happily when Kagome’s face appeared over the rim of the nest.
“Wow, four! And I missed it all,” Kagome pouted, recalling how busy she’d been in the last few days with Kouga and Inuyasha, making plans for Naraku’s eventual attack against them.
Sango twittered amusedly, leaning her head forward to gently glide her beak through the fur on Kagome’s face. “Don
Doctor Whooves and Assistant mini-fic~'Please No'Doctor Whooves and Assistant mini-fic~'Please No'3 years ago in Sketches
The Doctor's cry of pain struck Derpy right in the heart.
"Doctor!" she cried out in worry.
He stumbled, and right away Derpy was by his side to support him. His blue eyes were wide with pain as he looked up and watched the Cheshire Smile fade.
As it vanished, the Doctor let himself fall. Derpy sat on her haunches, wrapping her front hooves around him, and let his head rest against her chest.
"Oh gosh oh gosh, what do I do?" she asked.
"There's nothing you can do, Ditzy." the Doctor replied.
"But, you-you're going to be okay, right? I mean, you can fix this! Can't you?"
"We-ell, it might not be the WORST time to, ya know, try saying a few goodbyes."
"DON'T SAY THAT!" Derpy shouted. A tear fell from her eye "I, I don't want you to die Doctor."
The Doctor looked up at her and wiped the
Mini Bio: Itachi KaibaName: Itachi KaibaMini Bio: Itachi Kaiba6 years ago in Fan Fiction
Nickname(s): Nii-san (by Mokuba, sub-wise), Itachi-Kun (by Yugi and Téa/Anzu, sub-wise), Worthless Brat (by Gozaburo), and Crazy Fool (by Noah and Meilin)
Age: 15 at debut, 16 at series end (sub), 17 at debut, 18 at series end (dub), 26 at GX debut, 30 at GX series end (sub), 27 at GX debut, 31 at GX series end (dub), doesnt appear in 5Ds.
Hair Color: Dark Blue
Eye Color: Green
Birth Date: October 7 (the same birth date as Noah)
Personality: Kind, friendly, shy, cheerful, self-conscious, lax, honest, timid, and polite.
Average Clothing: Anything that boys wear excluding vests. He refuses to wear fancy clothes or anything in that area unless he has to.
Occupation: Student, the true heir to Kaiba Corp., but hes not interested in the company at all, and Industrial Ill
Augustine: Part OneAugustine: Part One11 years ago in General
Augustine: Part One
Augustine was insane.
Well, everyone said he was at least. When he laughed to himself about it he wished they'd call him psychotic instead. It sounded much better than the synonym, or than 'crazy' for that matter. Granted, he did often have to admit that his sanity was not what it used to be. That often happens when the one thing keeping you sane to begin with dies and leaves you behind. He could understand why the neighbors and regulars around town saw him as a lunatic, because he often agreed himself that he was one. He never wished to be sane really; he enjoyed being a little off from the norm. It's not like he was dangerous, he just looked like it.
What he really wished was that they thought he was crazy for his behavior and not just his appearance. People in town would take one look and call him a lunatic. Augustine would often look in the mirror and think he looked fairly decent, his hair may have been a little wild and the glove and cape combinati
DhoukethavainA turtle, still and silent, kept submerging in the large pond it called home. It never moved, sinking to the bottom every time. Tiny air bubbles rippled the surface occasionally until a pair of refined ebony hands grabbed the turtle gently and pulled it to the surface. But the turtle refused all the caring pokes and prods and went underwater like a rock as soon as the dark hands left it alone.Dhoukethavain8 years ago in Fantasy
Come on Dhoukethavain. Do something . . . Its no fun watching you try and drown yourself, Xullrae sighed and tried again to urge the turtle to at least swim but Dhoukethavain the turtle just sank again, this time retreating into his shell.
Fine, hide if you want, but I refuse to let you die so easily, The red headed drowess chided as she retrieved her companion from his intended watery grave and placed him on the small mossy bank she had built for him. Xullrae hoped this would cause him to move into the water again,
BEST OF RIVALS IV: Yuki v KyoBEST OF RIVALS IV: Yuki v KyoBEST OF RIVALS IV: Yuki v Kyo7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Cat and Rat
Its the simple tale of a cat and a rat,
and of deceit wheres the harm in that?
Im looking from the outside in,
the pressure sinks beneath my skin,
everywhere I turn a face
reminds me that Im out of place.
The centre of attentions there,
throwing me his usual glare,
but rats should know that they cant be
a single second worth of me.
Even nine lives are too much to waste,
I cant look at him without distaste.
the things he spurns mean much to me
by being an outcast, he can be free,
people leave distance when youre nice and polite,
I keep smiling to keep out of sight.
Hes still himself in the heart of a crowd
but far too stupid to learn to stand proud.
Its the complex tale of a cat and a rat,
and of envy wheres the harm in that?
Through a Cat's EyesBy I.K.Through a Cat's Eyes10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives
I have no name. But I don't need a name to be recognized by my feline peers. We're not like humans, who give names to everything they see, touch, taste and smell.
We live a rather simple life. Our day consists of mostly eating, sleeping, eating, more sleeping, and fighting off the occasional dog or human.
Most humans are afraid of me, they think I bite, and scratch. I am afraid of humans too, because they play tricks on me and do mean things. Other times they just annoy me.
My current residence is in an alleyway behind a dumpster. I'm a street vagrant who wonders from place to place. I never stay in one place for long, unlike those cats who have humans.
Most of us look down upon them because they're spoiled little rich kittens who have it easy.
But secretly, I want to be one of them. I want to have my very own human. One that'll feed me, pamper me, and cater to my every need.
If I did get one, the others would look down on me. But I don't give a meow about what they thi
Excerpt from signs :T4A:Excerpt from signs :T4A:5 years ago in Short Stories
Rainkit could hear yowling, could see the huge hole yawning out of the ground. His paws twitched uneasily as he spotted the two cats tumbling straight toward it. Frostkit and Thrushkit? What were they doing out in the forest? They were wrestling across the grass and were completely unaware of the break in the ground. They were going to fall in! Anything could get them down there
Rainkit ran toward his sister, his paws burning with fear. He had to stop them! Rainkit quickened his pace, heading for the hole.
Rainkit felt his head ram into something as hard as rock, completely out of nowhere. His mind spinning, the pale gray tom collapsed onto the dirt. As his vision straightened again, he could see the nursery wall stretching out in front of him. His head still vibrated at the spot he'd rammed into the wall. Grunting, he tried to shake the pain out of himself.
What was with the running in the forest? He hadn't fallen asleepno cat ran in their sleep! And it
AloneShe began to unpack the multitude of boxes scattered about by herself. Alone. It was still a strange concept to get used to, despite the fact that she had chosen this path for herself. Hadn't she? Given, she may not have, had she known all of the consequences. Regardless, it was certainly too late now to change her mind. But she didn't like feeling this alone.Alone6 years ago in Short Stories
The only light at the moment was that coming through a window from a rainy day outside, reflecting her dreary mood. It illuminated the half-empty box that she was currently working on, pacing back and forth between it and the nearby bookshelf, setting the books down hard, almost spitefully as she worked. Fantasy. Sci-fi. Romance. Why would she have chosen this? Is this really what she wanted to do for the rest of her life? A small voice in the back of her head gave a wholehearted affirmative. Writing was her passion, and using her passion as a career would make her happy. And yet there was still that overarching sense of regret.