Golden Man (Stephano Poem)
years I waited
for a name
a name and
perhaps a friend.
a golden man,
alone in the
depths of Hell
waiting for my time
to come and
see me through.
yet not long enough,
overlooked by many
alone at once,
I sat and waited
for a friend
and perhaps a name
to hold me
to the life I need.
it did; I waited
but not soon enough,
and he came to me
on a day when
the leaves browned
and fear followed
him through the
depths of Hell.
I gained a name
and a friend
and he left me
with the promise
of a strong return.
at first, I was alone
at once again
and worried that
I would be that way
yet he came again
calling my name
and held me close
to the life I needed.
to him, I was not
a simple prop
a quiet obliesk
a golden man
I am with him
until these depths
of Hell swallow
when he must leave
he places me
back onto tables
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The former god awoke from his slumber, rubbing his eyes tiredly as he sat upright in his bed.
He peered out into the darkness he knew as his room, and sighed deeply to himself as he rose from his warm cavern known as where he slept.
The golden man yawned as he picked up a tinderbox and struck it, a small flame emitting from it as he placed it by a candle.
He blew out the tinderbox flame as the candle's light bloomed across his bedside, illuminating a section of the wardrobe that stood by the bed.
He lazily shook his bright golden hair out of his eyes as he adjusted his boxers that seemed to be falling off.
Slowly, he opened the closet, making sure no horrors were to pounce out at him. After assuring himself that the closet was safe, he grabbed a shimmering golden robe and matching headpiece.
He dressed himself with the help from the light of his candle, making sure he wasn't to topple over from tripping over his own clothing.
It was early for the Frenchman, but he knew he had to wait f
StephanoXReader - French DelicacyI got a suggestion for this on my recent poll, although I had already planned to do it anyway. I hope I can get Stephano's personality right!StephanoXReader - French Delicacy2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Again, enjoy C:
You leaned over the table, reaching for the last cup. The cafe was closing down, and you just wanted to get home. You could feel the eyes of your perverted boss on you, probably checking out your figure as you lightly curled your fingers around the rim of the cup, pulling it to you.
"Oh, when you're done, I want you to clean up the kitchen." Your boss told you. You grimaced, and turned with a fake smile.
"Of course," You said through gritted teeth, and gathered up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. There was a lot of still-good food on the counters, and you felt awful bad about throwing them out. You looked around. Your boss disappeared. Probably to the bathroom.
You picked up a crepe and bit into it as you stepped out the back door of the kitchen, letting out a small noise of pleasure at the delicious taste of the French
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They all stood in the middle of PewDie's living room. The furniture was all pushed to the side in order to give Stephano enough space, as if he needed it.
"Come on Stephano. . . You want your sword back? Do it." The gamer said, smirking madly as he held the recording device up.
"Hell no. . . I'm not doing that. It's going to end badly." Stephano stated, frowning more.
PewDie chuckled as he blackmailed the golden man, "Fine. Do it or I will post it up on Youtube."
Stephano's eyes widened as he blushed deeper, knowing the Swede was bound to embarrass him in front of Piggeh and Mr. Chair.
The other two hung back, silently laughing as they watched.
Stephano pondered the options to himself as he thought them over before he frowned deeply.
"Fine." He said sharply.
The Swede smirked darkly as he pressed the re
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Cry heard the phone ring.
He was sitting in his computer chair, editing a video for YouTube. He picked the phone up, holding it to his ear with his shoulder. "Mm'ello?"
"Hey, Cry." A familiar voice came from the other side of the line.
Cry instinctively straightened his back. "Hey, Pewds. What's up, man?"
"I called to ask when you were coming to Sweden..?"
"I'm going to Sweden..?" Cry frowned, saving the video and starting the upload process. "When was this, decided, again...?"
"Oh, come on, bro, Marzia wants to meet you, too, you know." PewDiePie argued. "And the videos will be easier to make..."
"Dude, my budget is super tight, this year. I don't know if I can even afford a hotel room, let alone a plane ride." Cry sighed. "... Why don't you two love birds come to America?" He stopped himself from saying anything further. For some reason, his words were almost... sour.
There was silence on the other side of the phone. "Marzia doesn't want to
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"Sup' guys." A voice appeared, but no facecam for the gamer. Pewdie had decided since his latest videos with Cry had been so famous why not do a livestream together. Cry was one of Pewdie's closest friend and a fellow gamer commentator like himself. Together they had played a few games and the bros all seemed to enjoy the hilarious pair. Cry was a mystery to the YouTube world; he had never shown his face or ever really described himself. All the world knew was his r
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Cry only remembered that one bit of their conversation last night, when Cry arrived at the airport to hang out with Felix and Marzia for a week. The 2 hour car ride home was still taking a toll on his body, as his legs were still sore and they were painful to move. He fell asleep in his mask, which the strings attached to the side of his head he could feel had left massive indents into his skin. He kept a mental note to loosen the strings. His head was pounding semi-melodically, most likely from a hangover due to way too many Appletinis and other assorted "girly drinks". The alcohol has seemed to warp Cry's vision, as he just laid down with a final decision to sleep it off. He knew his friend would understand. He probably had a few drinks of something himself, causing his to suffer a very similar fate. Yet no ma
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Cry's words still hung in the air as Felix paced by the door anxiously. A few hours had passed and the miniature Swede had grown impatient, even irritated, waiting for Cry's arrival, to have someone there to play games and watch television with him. Someone to make pancakes and eat with him as they joked about the most ridiculous things that had happened to them in the past.
He was bored.
Felix sighed, finally giving in and leaning against the door frame, the frigid breeze from the hallway creeped in and curled around his minuscule form. It caressed his skin, barely touching it as it glided over the surface like gentle fingers, causing Felix to shiver and stand once more while hugging himself to maintain his warmth. He wandered into kitchen, making his way over to the cabinets. He expertly leaped up and swung his body back and forth, jum
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The two men stared at each other. Each had stony expressions on their face.
The first man was made of gold. His skin shone in the dim moonlight, a faint silver and golden glow that radiated off of him. His robes were draped gently over his figure, enhancing his majestic figure.
The second man was a tall figure, wearing a modest green sweatshirt that did little to affect his form. He had uneven brown hair with a small hair poking out from underneath the white mask guarding his face. He had a frown upon his perhaps handsome features.
In the Golden Man's hand was clasped a golden sword. The sword was firmly clenched into his fist, held close to his side. The Masked Man held nothing, but donned two pale fists that were also clenched at his sides.
"You know zees makes us rivals." The Golden Man spoke. His voice w
Dark Chapter 12: The TruthWhen I awoke I expected to feel Alems cold and empty body under me but instead I was faced with ruffled blankets. Alems body wast there anymore and I just figured Stephano had taken him so I wouldn't be upset to leave him like that. I looked for him "Where is HE?!" I whispered the first part but the second was interrupted by his arms snaking around my waist startling me. His arms snaked up my chest resuming to my neck to turn my head. He made me face him. The next thug I felt were his warm lips against mine. We had kissed a few times before but this one was different. I could feel the urgency in this kiss the burning desire and passion in him and I. I let my hand gently take his head and pull it closer in a needy sort of way. He responded by laying me a bit better on the bed shifting so we were both comfortable. I then felt his warm tongue welcome itself into my mouth asking for a dance with mine which I accepted. The dance got faster and sometimes with it came small breathes and moansDark Chapter 12: The Truth2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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He was in one of the many libraries in the west wing, currently getting comfortably on the stiff pink sofa. He was reading a old book, with crumbling pages and loose bindings. Mr. Chair mostly loved reading old books, because they never dwindled on sex or any erotica that would cause the shy man to blush.
Candlelight from many candles around the area flickered against the peeling wallpaper, also illuminating Mr. Chair's pale face. His brown eyes read the page with great interest, not even thinking about how the Bro might find him or maybe a Teleporting Naked Guy may just fall-rape him out of nowhere.
He was just chilling out and having a damn good time while he was at it.
Mr. Chair almost didn't hear the sliding thump outside the thick door. His breathe grew hard; and he quickly set down his book
SilenceStephano was wandering aimlessly, as he usually did when he wasSilence3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
waiting for Pewdie to show up. His golden fingers shone against the
old crumbling walls, as he traced the cracks in boredom. Suddenly,
he perked his head up at a noise he heard from a nearby room.
"Who's there?" He asked the shadows.
His voice echoed away, and all he could hear was the faint sound of
footsteps, coming closer and closer. He nervously grasped the hilt
of his sword, ready to cut throats if necessary.
All tension was released when he saw it was only his best friend,
Mr. Chair. But... he looked a bit pale.
"Oh, Mr. chair, you scared me, I-" He was silenced as his friend
raised two fingers.
"Can you hear it, Stephano?" He whispered, frightened.
Stephano looked around and listened, but couldn't hear a thing.
"I... no." He answered faintly.
"Exactly." Mr. Chair trembled. "The silence..."
He fell to the ground, and Stephano rushed to his side.
"What the hell happened to you?" He asked as he held him up.
Mr. Chair w
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Pewdie sat on a chair in a hospital room. It was only a recuperation room, luckily. The doctor had gotten the bullet out of Cry's shoulder - They said he was lucky he didn't get any permanent damage to his arm. There will be a permanent scar, though.
Cry hasn't woken up yet, and Pewdie hasn't slept. He didn't know how long it's been. He'd been sitting beside the bed, the whole time, gripping Cry's hand. He was scared to let go.
Often, as he sat there, Pewdie thought about what would have happened if it was Marzia or himself who got shot. He actually got a call from Marzia, who said the the intruder had been caught - They had stolen some money. The reason they shot Cry was because he woke up and saw the burglar. They had freaked out, thinking Cry could see them, and shot point blank at him.
A nurse and the doctor who preformed the surgery walked in, coming to check on Cry. Pewdie barely looked up, but he still saw the confused look on their faces when
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"Hello, My name is Felix" He said, still a bit shy with the whole class staring at him. "I come from Sweden, so English is my second language" He added. The teacher shook her head slightly. The dreaded mistake, telling someone where you are from. She was sure he would get teased for it now but hoped this occasion was an exception. "And this" He rummaged around in his bag for something, pulling it out with a small triumphant cheer. "Is my friend Stephano" He finished, holding out the object. It was a small golden statue, which shone marvellously in the light. Some of the kids "Ooooooo'd" as they saw it, admiring the shine. Miss Naise smiled and called attention to herself for a moment.
"Choose a seat Felix" She said, gesturing to the whole class. Several seats were vacant, all beckoni
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I groaned as I squeezed my eyes closed and sat up. As my eyes fluttered open the numb pain in the back of my head worsened. Everything was blurred in the darkness. Despite that I tried to stand but felt something push down on my shoulder. I screamed while flailing and attempting to escape the grip.
"Hey calm down, bro."
"Who's there?" There were footsteps.
"Name's Felix. Don't worry; I'm on your side." My vision finally cleared and I saw someone perched in the chair on the other side of the room. He had shaggy blonde hair on his tall lanky body.
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It was vacuous.
Stephano's eyes dilated, brimmed with tears as images of his older sibling being beaten to near death passed by his vision.
He wasn't here.
He rose, glancing around the room they shared, hoping that his brother was simply hiding from their abusive parents. Hoping that his brother was simply pulling the younger one's legs in a joking manner.
Please don't leave. . .
The breeze silently ruffled the large curtains, coming from the window that was left slightly ajar, catching the you
The Golden Man "The sky is beautiful this time of night,"a lonely voice sighed. A pair of honey brown eyes gazed to the purple sky, lit gold by the silver moonbeams. It was early morning, before dawn in Paris and Stephano was awaiting the return of his father from an excavation in the Valley of The Kings.The Golden Man2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He couldn't sleep. He was exhausted but rest was impossible to accomplish. The worthless, broken artefacts scattered decoratively around his bedroom kept him alert. Some things just seemed to tell him to stay awake, to keep guard, to not look away. It was mid August of 1914, the Germans had just declared war on the French. The terrain of his country was being ruined by the results of battles, but Paris was still as beautiful as ever, the Eiffel Tower scraping the sky just a few city blocks away. It was one of the few things worth any merit Stephano knew.
The sun rose over the Tower slowly and the young Frenchman heard his bedroom door open slowly with an annoying creek. He looked to the g
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"What the hell is this?" The question was directed at my computer monitor. What used to be an interactive scene in Yume Nikki morphed to a very familiar title screen. Adrenaline pumped through me as I read the words there: Amnesia A Machine for Pigs. With a strange yelp of fear I rolled my chair back.
"No, I'm not playing this. I refuse. Pewdie told me about this, just no." Despite my protests the screen flashed white. The white light seemed to escape the monitor and swallow me up as I unwillingly passed out.
When my eyes opened again I reached up to rub them but was blocked my something. Frantically I clawed at my face then ripped off the object covering it. I turned the small circular thing in my hands to notice a face printed on it that I easily recognized as my character. With a smile I replaced the mask, laughing at the fact
Too Little Too LateI cowered in the corner, trembling for my life as I clutched my younger sister closely.Too Little Too Late3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We both shook violently as we were concealed in the dark corner, watching the blood gradually ooze out from our father's crippled form.
As barrels, we're eternally dispised.
Always wiped out.
As my younger sister hid her face into my shirt, I finally understood why.
We were barrels.
Until hell freezes over, we will always be the enemies.
I patted her head softly as she lightly whimpered, hoping to comfort her in some way.
Only a seven year old little girl, and she knows all this pain. . . All this suffering. . . I mused silently.
With me having a four year "advantage" , as they call it, I've been trained to remain calm and fight when these occurrences happen.
I wrenched my eyes away from the form that was formerly known as my father and stood, picking up my younger sister from my lap and placing her down on her feet.
"Come on now, Rahmiel, we need to get out of he