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PewDieCry In Amnesia - Part One
PewDie. . .
I jolted awake, overhearing a racket in the room adjacent to where I lay. I sat upright on the bed and groaned, I had aches running all over my body. I realized I didn't want to go find out what that noise was, at least not alone. I stood slowly, giving my body time to awaken itself, and blew out the candle from my bedside. I then trudged over to my desk and picked up the small lantern I had already filled with oil then grinned. My best friend lay tiredly on his golden slab, his hat pulled down to mask his face and his sword held tightly in his grip as he laid on his side. I tapped him as lightly as I could and whispered, "Stephano... Stephano wake up." He groaned and rolled over mumbling lightly, "Jesus PewDie let me sleep." I frowned and kept tapping him lightly until he grew impatient and sat up, "What god dammit?" I sunk onto my knees to meet his level and explained simply, "There was a noise in the other room. It might be unlocked by now, so I think we should go and ch
The TranslatorMalena was born on the third of April, a heady Aries and a talented translator. She only waited for so long before she put her foot down and took charge of her destiny, riding it like a child of the sea would a dolphin.
She began her job with diligent care from the moment she first awakened from the drowsiness of the very young and into the slow comprehension of children. She first translated her own simple thoughts to the world in an agonized cry - 'I'm hungry! I'm hungry!' - first in the Spanish words of her parents and then repeated in the strange, native Tupi dialect of her Mestizo nanny. The dark-skinned woman had gasped in fear and tried to cover the child's mouth before any of those of the house heard and fired her for teaching Malena to speak the wrong language. But before she could even reach out towards the tiny mouth, the great wooden doors of the child's room burst open to admit Malena's fiery, proud mother. 'She speaks! Oh, she speaks!' the Spanish lady cried, waving a whi
The Concert .:Host ClubXReader:. Mori
"so who's next....?" you felt muscular arms wrap around you slender frame and you shivered.
" I am my little bunny princess...." you heard Mori say. You looked to Hunny shocked.
" Takashi stayed up extra late last night to practice his song!" Hunny said happily. Ohhhhhhh crap. You jumped when suddenly heard Mori speak into his mic. He was wearing a shredded white tee-shirt with fake blood stains, biker boots, a leather jacket, matching pants and leather fingerless gloves .
" hello my little sex kittens~" his WHAT!? " I'm gonna sing you a little song!"
So scared of breaking it that you won't let it bend
And I wrote two hundred letters I will never send
Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper then they seem
You'd rather cover up, I'd rather let them be
So let me be, and I'll set you free
The ladies screamed and cheered at finally being able to see the 'wild host' side of Mori that they had all dreamed of, and truthfully you were trying to -unsuccessfully- hide your own bl
The KeeperAi-la came to me when she was eight years old, dressed in a faded hospital gown, with her feet and arms bare and littered with coloured Band-Aids from IV drips. Other than being remarkably short and skinny, there was nothing peculiar about her appearance—she was yet another child who had unfortunately fallen ill to a fatal disease.
When I first found her outside the House in the dead of night, she was staring blankly at the black sky and shivering. I was immediately able to tell she was a newcomer by the look of her skin, translucent but slowly becoming an opaque white beneath the light of the gold lanterns.
“There are no stars here,” I said as gently as I could in the silence, not wanting to frighten her, as most did not take well to their unwitting transportation to the Other Side. The child remained still. “What is your name?”
She tilted her head and her dark eyes focused upon me, intense and perceptive. She took in my masked face and black suit, her ex
It was just like any other day. Red would be challenged by some random unskillful Pokemon trainer, defeat them with ease and move on. That was beginning to become a daily ritual to the former champion. He may have given up the title three years ago, but hundreds of other trainers and people still see him as the champion.
They considered it some form of 'honor' to battle Red no matter how badly they lost.
Truth be told. Red was getting sick of this false honor his challengers would spout out seconds before the battle began. More often than not it made his stomach churn and ache. He felt a hole beginning to form in his heart. He felt lonely and forgotten.
Champion. What did it mean to be the Champion of the Pokemon League?
It'd been so long since Red became the Champion he had forgotten what it truly felt like. He vaguely remembered being excited to have defeated Green. That's when the hole in his heart began to rip open.
Of course Red had his beloved Pokemon. They recognized him as Red,
Iceland x Reader: Secret Santa
It was very cold outside. Snow plowed through your face and frosted your nose. You hoped you weren't being pranked. It was a Secret Santa party, after all! With a trembling hand, you knocked on the door. You nearly gasped as Santa came out. "Oh, hello, __________! Glad you could make it!"
You giggled. "Finland! You scared me!"
Finland let you in and took your coat and took your Secret Santa present. "Make yourself at home! The others are in the living room drinking ale."
You walked around the corner and saw the rest of the Nordics sitting around a warm fireplace, with Sweden staying as far away from Denmark as possible. It looked enticing so you took a seat next to... What was his name again? That's weird. You know you've seen him before. But were you ever introduced? His violet eyes met your (eye color) ones. Your heart skipped; God, he has gorgeous eyes (God: "I know, you don't have to tell me that.").
"Hi. Nice to meet you, I'm Iceland."
Oh thank God, you hadn't met him before! Icel
Bleach-Arrancar x reader -Pocky game (Grimmjow)Grimmjow's version (/ovo)/\(ovo\) high five!
You found Grimmjow sitting on a rock outside Las Noches drawing something in the sand with a long stick. You hid the box of pocky behind your back and walk towards him acting natural.
"Oi, Grimmy. Whatcha doing?" you said as normal as you could possibly sound
"Stop calling me Grimmy, woman. What does it look like I'm doing? I'm bored, that's what!"
"Good. Then I bet you wouldn't mind playing a game I have instore." You smirked
"If it's that 'prank Syazel' game again then no thanks." Grimmjow replied.
"Meh, no way! It's a new game. it's called 'pocky'." You gave the box of pocky to Grimmjow.
"Where did you get that?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Doesn't matter. Anyways, this is how you play: See this pocky stick? You bite this end of it and I bite the other. Then, we start eating the stick and whoever eats the most of the stick is the winner." You explained simply.
The Calm Before The Storm Kiba X ReaderKiba looked up and growled at the female standing just a small space from him. _______ retorted with a growl favoring a jaguar. Sasuke against Naruto. Sakura and Ino. They all seemed to hold their breath waiting for the counter part to move when Sasuke shifted his gaze to _______. A snarl broke the silence and still as she lurched forwards on her feet and collided with Kiba. The sounds of battle quickly filled the clearing as the threw kunai or used jutsu on each other. _____ on the other hand had managed to get Kiba to give in to a more animalistic side. His teeth sank into her arm as she clawed at his skin. The tossing and tumbling duo didn't notice the other sounds of pain or grunting from their team mates. With a clever push she had shoved the man away and smirked before taking off.
"The hell? Come back here!" He yelled running after her.
She stopped leaning over in the lake to wipe off her arm.
"Damn, this hurts." she growled looking where his canine's had bit into her skin,