Sanji x Nami: Last MessageSanji x Nami: Last Message5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Genre: Tragedy/Hurt-Comfort/Friendship (prepare your tissue)
Summary: Sanji was died. After few days, The Crews has been able to organize their sadness, except Nami. They then worry she shows sign of insanity and suicidal. Is it true? Can they comfort Nami? Love and nakamaship in one
Note: The italic means Sanji's special dialog
We aren't brave because we died like a hero
Sanji-kun, where are you?
You promised to come back, right?
You promised not to leave me, right?
You promised you would be there for me when I woke up, right?
Nami goes into an empty kitchen. There is no sign of someone busily preparing dinner as usual. Luffy also doesn't roam the place, but if he knows the chef is not here, he might sneak in.
"Luffy, do not be a greedy idiot, or Nami-san will continue to beat you."
Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper peek from behind the door of the dining
The WaitShe takes time to catch her breath. Then steps back and trembles. The only thing she knows to do is to turn the faucet on and let the sound of the water hide the sound of her tears. And she begins the pain. Over and over till she has no room to hurt. Then she falls to the bathroom ground and she begins to cry again because she just cant stop. She waits and prays for things to change. And she thinks, maybe the wait will never end.The Wait3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm In Love With HimI wondered everyday why I missed him so much. Why every moment I spent away from him my heart ached. Why when he would let go of my hand it felt like a piece of me was gone. Why when I would see him, my heart would race and my knees felt weak. But then when he looked me in the eyes and smiled, I knew. The reason why my heart raced, why my knees felt weak, it was because I was in love with him.I'm In Love With Him3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Lost Libretto- PrologueThe Lost Libretto- Prologue3 years ago in Horror More Like This
The Lost Libretto
"Alright everyone! 5 minutes until curtain!! Remember, this is our first sold out show! Let's not keep the people waiting around and absolutely NO MISTAKES!" the director was running about the backstage area, practically shouting the same thing at the actors and everyone else with the exception of the orchestra who were already in the depths of the pit, warming their instruments for the upcoming craziness of tonight's show.
A young blonde swiveled around in her chair near her vanity, her excitement palpable by everyone near her.
"Oh my gosh!! This is going to be AMAZING!!!!" the blonde squealed excitedly.
"Hold still or your going to look like a raccoon." A brunette scolded, holding the younger girl's chin as she tried to finish up the last layer of eyeliner on the blonde's top lids.
The blonde waved her hand in front of her friend's face, trying to get her attention.
"Um….Earth to Miku~"
"OH! Um, sorry Rinny I was just…" the teal haired lady nervously rubbed the back
CanadaxReader: AcadiaCanadaxReader: Acadia3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“In the house I grew up in
My room in the basement
The hours turning
To years we've spent”
You sighed, going through boxes in your old bedroom. You were in the basement of your house, er, your parents house. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to that. It was a beautiful autumn day, not too warm, but not too chilly, either. You’d have loved to be outside going for a walk, or reading a book.
You grunted, picking up a rather large box and setting it down. You couldn’t even imagine what kinds of things you kept in here. You opened it slowly, coughing and sneezing at the dust a bit. “Wow, this is old,”You thought to yourself, trying to see its contents.
You drew in a sharp breath when you saw piles and piles of pictures. Of course, old photos from when you and your old best friends used to hangout a lot. Keywords being used to.
You and Alfred and Matthew had been friends fo
JapanxMonolingual!Reader - Opposites AttractJapanxMonolingual!Reader - Opposites Attract3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Kiku, how do you say, ‘How are you?’”
Kiku looked at his friend and replied calmly, “‘Ogenkidesuka?’”
_____ nodded in comprehension and glanced around her for a moment, adjusting her grip on her suitcase.
Kiku mentally raised an eyebrow at her. “_____-kun, why did you ask me what ‘How are you?’ meant if you were not going to ask anyone?”
She shrugged. “I dunno. Just curious.”
A small smile, barely visible, crawled across Kiku’s face as he turned his attention forward. “I am glad that you were able to come with me to visit my relatives. . .but I did not expect to be your translator.”
_____ chuckled sheepishly. “Yeah, sorry about that.”
“No need to apologize, _____-kun.”
She smiled. “Well, I’m glad that I could come, even if I can’t speak your language.”
Kiku’s smile grew slightly. He led his friend through the crowded streets
JapanxReaderx2!PAmerica ~ AladdinJapanxReaderx2!PAmerica ~ Aladdin2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
You giggled as your boss lost his focus for the third time that hour. It was just like him to get easily bored with the paperwork you were both required to complete.
Italy, dont you think people will get mad at you if you dont finish that paper today? You grin as his vacant expression turns to you, his curl drooping ever so slightly.
That-a sounds like something Germany would say! He perked up ever so slightly, rambling on about what Germany had been lecturing him about this week. You giggled and responded periodically when he paused, secretly glad for your own distraction from the sky-high documents littering your desk.
And then he-a told me I wasnt moving very fast, but I-a told him not to worry! I didnt need to go faster because I wasnt in danger here, but I could-a get out of danger very quickly if somebody was attacking! Italy continued his story, wa
They'll Never Know (Part 1): Hong KongxReaderWorld Academy Handbook Rule # 98: No loitering during class hours.They'll Never Know (Part 1): Hong KongxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Who cares? For a person living under her own rules, the handbook is irrelevant. You were getting yourself in trouble for the nth time. The rooftop of the old building seemed to be a new area of interest to you, the perfect hideout for pigging around.
A grin crossed your lips, that enthusiastic expression present in your face, as you opened the door that leads to the rooftop. Classes never seemed to attain your interest. You were an outdoor person. Sitting down in the classroom for hours? Totally not your thing. You’d always wanted that adventurer unleashed in you.
Could it be that you were the only one to set foot on the rooftop? The building had been long since abandoned. The Headmaster already made plans to restore it but until now it was left untouched. Perceiving the omnipresent silence, you spread your arms out in the air and yelled at the top of your lungs.
Something crashed on th
RomanoXReader: R24601RomanoXReader: R24601RomanoXReader: R246012 years ago in Romance More Like This
Note: Got the idea not long ago when watching Dual (an anime about robots). Reader is a robot, and her number (“24601”) is a reference to Les Miserables. The R stands for either “Reader” or “Robot”.
“You know what, we're running out of time.” Hungary sighed, grabbing Romano's free hand and pulling him out of the cafeteria.
“EH?!” Romano nearly dropped the plate of food in his hands. “But I haven’t gotten to eat yet!”
“Eat while we walk, just hurry up!”
Hungary pulled Romano out into a hallway, pacing towards the end of the hall, to an elevator. Romano attempted to eat, but with Hungary pulling him he couldn't do it without dropping food onto the floor. Somebody would be mad at him for that, and he is sure the people who work here don't get paid enough. He was surprised the place was polished so well he could see himself in the
AP HETALIA: Sick Day - Gilbert and Ludwig"Nnnnggghh…" a blonde German teenager, groaned in pain, while in the middle of 2nd period class. "Ve~? Ludwig? You don't look so good." a brown Italian said, worried about his friend. "Maybe you're right. My head's been killing me ever since I woke up." he explained while holding his temples. "Ve~ you should go to the clinic. It may get worse if you don't." he suggest "Maybe later. I'll just text mein bruder about this" and bowed his head on the desk. Not caring what happening at his surroundings.AP HETALIA: Sick Day - Gilbert and Ludwig2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It wasn't long when the bell rang. The blonde immediately pack his things then he taps his Italian friend. "Feliciano, just tell the other teachers about my condition." then exited the room. He slowly walks to the clinic until he arrived then he open the sliding door. "Oh, if it, it isn't, Mr. Beilschmidt." A long-haired Hungarian school nurse greeted him. "How did you know me?" he asked, still holding on his head, which is pounding in pain. "I know your brother, Gilbert." She replied
summershe speaks the languagesummer6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath sherbet tents
and watermelon ice cream,
she is spinning stories
like cotton candy,
tasting words on her tongue
and handing them to children
on summer-roasted sidewalks.
our toes brush milk-stained tile,
multi-colored creamsicles painting
our sun-kissed hands,
as we waste pastel-colored napkins
on small fingers
Mirror MirrorMirror mirror on the wallMirror Mirror3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You see me,
My every rise and fall.
Is it you who knows me best..
Seen beyond the mask
When i'm down and depressed
Seen me the downright broken mess?
I look at you
you stare no slack
Behind my back
My knowledge of you ends
When I go my own way
But you watch me come and go
day after day..
~Silver General~ p.2 Hetalia Men x Reader~Silver General~ p.2 Hetalia Men x Reader2 years ago in Humor More Like This
You stepped back into your original time from your adventure, landing gently on the hard concrete of the
basement floor but still stinging your feet slightly. Thoughts of the humorous, silver haired general still were
easily reflecting themselves through your mind. He meant well, as best as you could tell but still, the twisted
expressions of the poor victims as they lay dying, stuck out in your mind the clearest. The horror that flashed
through their eyes as they came in contact with the last thing they would ever witness. So many died that day,
all fighting for their own reasons, their own freedoms, and those special to them. Tears were brought to your
eyes as you felt the breeze sting your skin as your rode with the general, Gilbert, bravely through battle. As you
instinctively reached up to wipe the escaping tears away, your fingers felt something thicker than thin, wet
tears. You brought your fingers closer to realize it was blood. Pure, crimso
I don't like you and your skinny j-genesEverything's changedI don't like you and your skinny j-genes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing is as before
Don't want to be
Who I am anymore.
They all try
Force me to cry.
from your mirror.. with loveStand at mefrom your mirror.. with love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Glare at me
Your hair at me.
your eyes like
daggers and spears.
I'm not cruel
Forever YoungHumanity's rainbow has no pots of gold at the end,Forever Young5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but pans of unity, which is all the wealth we might need,
and such a sanctuary is sought by all the little teenagers,
the one's with the pen marked peace symbols on their wrists,
and their idealistic virtue and thoughts of true love
kind regards, your faithful mirrorYour face smiles,kind regards, your faithful mirror3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes don't,
Your mask outgoing,
Your heart doped.
You look to me
You search your face
towards my base.
But like a pond in sunlight
You cannot judge,
Just how far I see beyond
your make-ups sludge.
You look to me, I quietly reflect
Your every shape disgrace and angle
All of it I inspect.
You walk away from me
forgetting I still stare
you turn and glance on departure.
Dont worry I'm still there.
Hetalia Creepypasta: Demon Summoning SongHetalia CreepypastaHetalia Creepypasta: Demon Summoning Song3 years ago in Horror More Like This
England's Demon Summoning Song
Hey guys, I'm Ally. I am a huge fan of Hetalia and I love everything about it! From the anime, to the manga, the drama CD's, you name it. My favourite character is England and I am in love with his voice from the Japanese dub...
Now you're probably wondering why I'm talking about all this....right? Well it's because of this one incident that I can never forget....even though I actually want to. It involves this specific character; England....and a special song that is known to all of us fans as "England's Marshmallow Song" or in it's actual title, "England's Demon Summoning Song."
It was around two thirty in the morning and I was sitting at my desk, working on this Hetalia reader insert. This was just a normal routine for me since it was my summer holidays so my sleeping habits are quite messed up....anyway, as I was saying I was sitting at my desk, my iPod set in the dock of my Hello Kitty speaker (which I gave it
Profile: Serizawa HikariProfile: Serizawa Hikari3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
First Name: Hikari
Last Name: Serizawa
Alias: "The Ultimate Person" "Mistress of Disguise"
Birthday: December 3
Fandom Number: 12 (Dino is also 12, but "D" is more used. The same as Colonello and Glo Xinia are both 56, but Colonello is more recognized as "Colo")
Hair: Brown / Hazelnut Brown
Eyes: Apple Green
Height: 5' 3" / 160cm
Kinda rowdy when with her friends
Doesn't stop until she finds out what she wants to know
Making new friends
Finding out something new
Goth and dark clothes
Vegetable (she chooses what she eats)
Colorful and girly stuff
Going out (most frequently alone)
Playing guitar (Gokudera taught her)
Serizawa Family (a rich family in Italy owning a business) |
DareCynical girl's infidelities on radio broadcast,Dare5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Rumor running mainstream during class,
Hates to let this paranoia register as a reality,
Quivering muscles argue against the better half of me,
It's a wonder you can swallow that mouthful of shit about me,
Cowardly denial against my stare, but if anything, that's not me,
Gracing you with my most lethal smile, my arms are open fatally,
My voice dripping with temptation when I say,
Come and get me.
Eng. Lyrics: Daughter of WhiteScene 1 ForestEng. Lyrics: Daughter of White6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"For ever being born, I apologize."
A phrase that for a while always comes to mind.
As long as I remember I have always whined,
Even if I'm not here, not a soul would mind.
Much to my dismay, everyone in my
Village has such beautiful green hair.
I can never be like that, I'm not the same.
I'm the only one around with snow white hair.
Deep within the forest stands an aging tree
A tree that as I know must be a thousand years
I come alone to this tree regularly
Always praying, hoping it reaches God's ears
Living all alone is...how could I say,
Terribly sad and causes much dismay.
I don't care who, I just want anyone.
Someone to like me so I won't feel shunned
Scene 2 Village
Unexpectedly I met a girl
Laying underneath the aging tree.
It all began when I went to help her up
From her unconscious state and up onto her knees.
Before much time could pass, the two of us
Became very close and caring friends.
But aside from our fond feelings for one another
CreepyPasta: Hetalia Theory: IcelandCreepyPasta:CreepyPasta: Hetalia Theory: Iceland2 years ago in Horror More Like This
I heard mom and dad fighting again. They were using the kind of words they told me to 'never repeat again'. They do this every night after dinner, if I'm lucky. Even in my special hiding place in the attic I could still hear them... I heard them... Talking about me?
"I feel bad for the kid to have you for a parent!
"I bet he feels the same towards you!"
They were talking about me as if they know everything about me. I buried my head in my stuffed puffin, named Mr. Puffin of course. They don't know anything. I heard doors slamming and more screaming. Once things settled down I dozed off.
I was quickly woken awake, Mr. Puffin was missing, and I was sprawled out on the attic floor. I sat up. Something was wrong. I crawled to the exit leading into my room. I stuck my head through the square hole. Everything in my room was gone. Just an empty room, even the latter was gone. what happened to my stuff? How am I supposed to get down? I thought to my
Static PrevailsCluttered and destroyed, radio under water,Static Prevails5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Through the steady drone, I hear your song,
Under the melancholy shadow of a flickering shade,
Through the static mayhem, drink to your tone,
Softly, my breaking hum collides with the cry,
When drowning through the hopelessness, static prevails.