Switching Places - Part Two
Slamming the decaying wooden door shut behind him, I focused with concerned eyes as Stephano deliberately slid down to the floor, panting heavily.
"I knew you were telling me to go the wrong way!" Stephano exclaimed, clasping me tightly in his clenching fingers, squeezing my fragile being.
"I'm sorry Stephano! I'm sorry. . . " I murmured as he stood, regaining his breath and clearly ignoring me as he placed his golden scimitar away, causing me to whine.
"Aw, come on, be a bro Stephano.." I complained as he continued to ignore me even further, stretching his long limbs above his head tiredly.
"Stephanooo. . . " I pressed on, my small voice desperate as I tried to capture the Frenchman's attention.
He shook his head as he began walking again, finally tuning me in to capture what I was saying, "Just don't make a noise. . ."
I complied, keeping my mouth quiet as we continued adventuring. Stephano carried me for what seemed like hours that were, in reality, only slow passing minutes as we w
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
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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
Too Little Too LateI cowered in the corner, trembling for my life as I clutched my younger sister closely.Too Little Too Late2 years ago in Short Stories
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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
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"Oh man Maya, did you see his face? He was totally flipping out!" He called to his little pug that trotted lazily behind him.
"I mean, he totally thought he was being all cool until I told him how he looked like he was from the 70's. Man, I don't think I'll ever forget it!" He was still laughing as he slowed to a stop in front of his uncle's farm gate.
He looked up at the farm house before opening the gate. It was a nice one, and it was a shame it was all the way out in the country, where it couldn't be seen. His uncle designed and built most of it himself, with the help of some workers. It was really amazing what people could do in a lifetime.
Sighing, he opened the gate, leaving it open. His aunt and uncle were still in town when he'd asked to come back. It had been a few miles, but he made it.
His eyes scanned the dry, grassy plains whic
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"It's not possible." Stephano muttered silently, not believing the words that reached his ears, echoing throughout the silent room.
"It's true." Piggeh replied back to the refusing golden god, a nodding Mr. Chair sniffled, looking down at the floor.
"How. . . " The Frenchman trailed off, tears brimming his eyes as he watched them, he didn't want to believe it.
He didn't want to accept it.
Mr. Chair shook his head softly, keeping his eyes trained on the floor, "Old age. . . It was time for him to go."
"How? How are we still here? We're a part of him. . . He's gone. But we're. . ." Stephano tried, tears choking up his words as he struggled to hold them in.
"Forever young." Jennifer finished, tears streaming down her cheeks as she silently cried.
The four came close for a group hug, silent tears fell, drumming on the carpet floor of the passed Swede's apartment.
"PewDie. . ." Stephano mumbled, his voice a silent whine.
Two weeks after t
Growing Up With NightmaresStephano awoke, his frail body was drenched in frigid sweat as he panted heavily, trying to slow his racing heart. His sheets were strewn across the bed, covering every inch of it except for his shivering golden form. Turning to his right, he hoped for the bed that held the familiar silver form to be there, waiting for him to crawl underneath the covers to give comfort to the young boy. Something to allow the miniature growing statue to assist him in resuming dormancy.Growing Up With Nightmares2 years ago in Settings
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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
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Summary: Stephano Tuteur is a young traveler who has accidentally gotten himself lost in the forests of Prussia. Seeking shelter, he takes residence in what he thinks is an abandoned castle. The next day, when he tries to leave, the doors are sealed shut and the chase begins.
In a world of monsters, there's always a saving light.
"I really shouldn't have taken that shortcut," the French man growled to himself as a breeze blew through the forest, pulling at his clothes and chilling him to the bone. He shivered violently, hugging his arms in an attempt to ward off the cold. Night was slowly setting in the forest, taking the sun's warm rays away and making it almost impossible to see anything. If he wanted to see daylight again, he would have to find shelter and fast.
His name is Stephano Tuteur. He is a French traveler, recently visiting Prussia for its beautiful landscapes. Stephano had set out early that morning for a walk, since he was abs
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Stephano. . .
Clank. . . Clank. . . Clank. . .
I took consideration of my feet falling one after the other, trailing everyone. Head sunken and eyes occluded, I assumed I was a prisoner to them, hauling the rear with bloodshot eyes.
I overheard PewDie's chuckle, making my head shoot upwards for what felt like the millionth time that minute.
He faced Cry, the lantern he clasped illuminated the Archives we recently strolled into, laughing as Cry told him a story about how he had drifted off while. . . recording?
What the hell did that mean?
My vision blurred somewhat at the borders, making me blink several times before I froze in my spot, glued to it.
They all were turned towards me, devilish smiles all plastered on each of their faces.
PewDie held a whip, the cracking of it ringing in my eardrums.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
Crack goes the whip.
I blinked again, hoping it was all a lie, but only watching as they seemed to turn around again.
What the hell is