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Heroshipping...Pokemon fan fiction short
“Who the hell is this kid?” Ray asked as a general question, starring down at the red headed boy in front of him who glared back with emerald green eyes.
“Why don’t you try asking me what my name is?” He demanded.
“Oi! They make them so feisty now a days.” John commented to one in particular, “Especially the short ones.”
“I thought we were supposed to be meeting someone who belongs to a shipping that the author just found out about.” Cody said, “It can’t be this kid, can it?”
“Colosseumshipping is the only right one!” Sam interjected, crossing her arms stubbornly.
“Of course you would say that.” John muttered.
“Heroshipping.” The new kid answered, still glaring up at Ray, “Believe me, I hate it too.”
“Say what?!” Everyone else demanded, mouths gaping at the news.
Stained Happiness: Dedicated to the Day of SilencePokemon Fan Fiction short
‘Can we walk like we have somewhere to go?' John thought impatiently. It always pissed him off how slowly people would walk in the halls. He wanted to get to his next class as quickly as possible; out of six classes he only had one without his sister and that was last period. ‘Finally!’ John spotted a break in the line of snails walking in front of him and shot through it, not caring the slightest when he accidentally bumped into the one who had moved to close the gap.
Less than a minute later John was walking through the door to his next class. His gaze instantly went to the part of the room where he and his sister sat side-by-side. She was already at her desk, but her head was down, he shoulders shaking a little; she was crying.
“Kenzie!” John cried, running over to her, tossing his books listlessly onto his desk as he whipped past it, not caring when he heard most of his things hit the fl
I was boredPokemon Fan Fiction short
A Long Time Ago...
Just… a little… farther…
At the last second Tristan lost his balance and fell a good seven feet to the ground, landing on his back; just barely missing the ripe Pecha berry he was reaching for to give to his sister-in-law’s waiting Jolteon, Hiro.
“Ow! Man, and I was so close too!” Tristan said aloud, blowing back his dark brownish red hair in slight frustration, as he starred up at the lightly swaying tree branches.
“Are you okay?” A soft and very familiar voice inquired, steeping over to Tristan.
Tristan glanced over to his uncle Nick, his fair face scrunched up in consternation.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He mumbled halfheartedly with a wry smile.
“Are you sure?” Nick asked his grassy colored eyes scanning Tristan critically, “That was a pretty hard fall.”
When he finished speaking a stray lock of long, pale green hair fell in front of his face
When the Snow Falls: Chapter 2“Gah! The one bad thing I can say about snow is that it makes it almost impossible to pick up a good scent.” Chitsa complained as she searched in vain to find any clue to the pups and her brother in the frozen air.
Light gasped, “Chitsa, Look!”
Chitsa’s golden brown head snapped up, her indigo eyes frantically searching the direction that the palomino mare had indicated. There, at the edge of the newly frozen lake, were the tiny, indistinct forms of Chesmu and the pups. Chitsa bounded down the snowy slope that separated her and Light from the lake shore. As she approached she saw that River, Forest and Chesmu had already ventured out, onto the frozen surface. Shade still stood on solid ground, but she obviously intended to follow them.
“What are you doing?” Chitsa demanded hotly, although she already knew, they were seeing who dared to go out the farthest on the thin ice, too thin, even for such young ones.
“Um…” Shade began,
Valentine's Day? More Like D-Day!Pokemon Fan Fiction short
Valentine's Day? More Like D-Day!
“No, no, no. That won’t do at all!” Dawn exclaimed at Ray’s response to what he was going to wear.
“Why? What’s wrong with my usual outfit?” Ray asked, somewhat affronted by her response; he saw no reason as to why he would need to wear anything else.
“Because it’s your first real date.” Dawn explained.
“What are you talking about?” Eve inquired, “Have you forgotten about Nimbasa City already?”
“No, but that wasn’t planned out ahead of time either, so it still doesn’t count.” Dawn insisted.
“You’ve got a point there.” Eve admitted.
“Speaking of which, what are you planning on doing with her tomorrow?” Dawn asked Ray.
“Yah, this will be the first and last Valentine’s Day that you two will have all to yourselves so you’ve got to make it really
Hope and FaithHope and faith,
Are one in the same,
Each compliments and aids the other,
When can hope’s painted rays shine,
Without faith to be their guide,
Faith without hope,
Is a brush without paint,
It can run across the soul,
All day, and all night,
And never will it leave a mark,
If hope is not its paint,
Hope without faith,
Is a problem much the same,
You can hope, and hope,
But if you do not believe,
Then hope is an empty thing,
Like an empty water canteen,
The very essence of hope,
Is the faith of better days,
Faith is the hope,
That all this is true,
Not just a story,
Spoken to a child at night,
Hope and faith,
Are one in the same.
Just a Grilled Cheese (Sherlock x Reader Drabble)Pan- Check.
“Sherlock? Where’s the butter?”
“I used it for an experiment.”
“And you couldn’t have told me that before I went to the grocery so I could get more?”
You let out a little growl at the ceiling, “I’ll just have to ask-“
“I used all Mrs. Hudson’s as well.”
You slumped against the counter. All you had wanted was a grilled cheese. Just toasty bread and melted cheese. But of course in this household that was asking too much.
Two weeks. Two weeks you’d wanted a grilled cheese and every time you went to make one something came up. Needless to say that at this point the craving was almost unbearable.
John came into the kitchen to find you looking at your ingredients with the most dejected look on your face. You looked like a kicked puppy and it was damn near heartbreaking. He wrapped an arm around your shoulde
Stay with Me- Sherlock x ReaderThe last thing Sherlock had expected in his return was that you would welcome him with a smile and open arms, especially after how John had reacted. He’d walked up the steps to 221B and hesitantly knocked on the door, sure that he was going to get slapped or worse, but you’d pulled the door open and after the initial moment of shock gave a soft chuckle, “Welcome home, Sherlock Holmes.”
In all the time he’d known you, there had never been anything between you beyond a friendship that for some reason worked better than most and was stronger than he ever could have anticipated. It was something that had happened without him ever realizing, that friendship, but right now, sitting in his chair watching you making tea, he wished there had been more- not really for the love but to have a deeper connection, to escape from the loneliness he’d discovered in his heart.
He gave a fleeting smile at the skull still on the mantle before observing the rest of the fl
Company of Friends- Sam and Dean x ReaderWhen I die, let them judge me by my company of friends
Let them know me as the footprints that I left upon the sand
Let them laugh for all the laughter
Let them cry for laughter’s end
But when I die, let them judge me by my company of friends
The Impala rushed down the road, eager to be far away from the terrible reality. A silence settled over the car like it rarely did- no music blaring from its speakers as Dean put all his focus on the road with a death grip on the wheel and Sam looked out the passenger window with a clenched jaw. In the air that rushed by, Dean swore he heard your laugh the one filled with squealed joy and ground his teeth as he fought back the tears pressing at his eyes.
That laugh was gone and had taken with it the soft melodic giggles and the teasingly purred chuckles.
All of it was gone.
Sam suddenly let out a soft sad chuckle, the noise laced with nostalgia, and Dean responded with a low warning growl,
Officially Missing You (AU! Levi x Clingy! Reader)
Officially Missing You
(AU! Levi x Clingy! Reader)
I’m officially missing you.
To feel your face, to see you smile, to listen to your voice would be a dream come true. I missed you, I wanted you, to be with you like we had before but….of course that was simply a childish dream that would never come to light. I had to grow up and move on, everyone else already had but where was I? What was I doing? Still, I was obsessing over you, predicting where my life would take a turn.
I wasn’t living.
You told me to continue living even after you had gone but how was I to do that? Without you by my side…..I….I was nothing. I laid my head in my hands yet again, I let the tears roll dow
For The Pursuit of Happiness (Romania x Reader)
For The Pursuit of Happiness
(Romania x Reader)
Thought I’d make something to see how much I’ve come along as a writer since the day I started~! This story will be updated once a year for the next 4 years to see how far I’ve come along. But, each chapter will be at most 10,000 words to make up for the lack of updating. This will be a four-part story; I will also leave no mysterious endings….huehuehue I’m not that evil.
This is based on true events that happened to an unnamed daughter of an Earl that was scheduled to be wed within a week’s time of meeting her husband, she in return rejected him and became violent by lashing out tarnishing her families reputation. Her family sent her on a retreat to deal with her ‘womanly anger’ to release any built up tension before her marriage, these are the event
Popular!America x Reader: Your Popularity [Part 6]Since that incident, these following days, Alfred has been alone. You had pity him, but the damaged he had done was still unforgivable. But you had asked yourself, why didn't you forgive him when he apologized, and asked for forgiveness. Sure you were ready to forgive him, but Arthur had made sense about Alfred's doing.
Since then, Alfred tried getting your attention in so many ways, but you just replied with a blunt, 'I don't want to', 'Get out of my sight', or 'Whatever', and just walk away. Sure, you had made a few friends when he was gone, and you had met persons like Ludwig, Feliciano, Kiku, and Yao. People who never cared of their popularity not like a certain American you once knew.
So now, here you are; walking down the school hallways, having a deep thought in your mind.
You walked towards your locker, and got some books, before shutting it, and walking away. Should I forgive him or not? You sighed, as you don't know what to do right now. Then, something or some paper j
Babysitting - part 1
Written by geckoguy123456789 (dA)(FA) for Kai
“Come on…. just a little more……” the young jackal muttered, her fingers frantically and skillfully working an Xbox controller while her eyes stayed glued to the TV screen. The flicker of the screen giving her black fur a blueish white hue, her eyes bright and golden taking in every movement like a predator on the hunt. Her character danced around Ultimecia, throwing hit after hit into her, the young jackal unconsciously bobbing and ducking her head in sync with her attacks. While she’d normally be moving her whole body, her swollen abdomen kept her fairly pinned to the couch.
“NUUUUUUUUU!” she yelled as she threw her arms up in defeat, “apocalypse again……” she muttered sullenly as her character was obliterated by the ultimate move and Ultimecia cackled in victory. “Ug……. Why do I even
Superstitious Tendencies (Hetalia x Reader)
(Hetalia x Reader)
Congratulations :iconD00ms-day: you’ve won the part as readers best friend!
Any who, lets continue on shall we?
“If there’s a next time....listen to me.”
“Are you sure you wanna do that…?” I grumbled and sent a glare to my ever superstitious friend. “It’s already three am…you know that that means.” I sighed and covered my eyes with my palms, she was at it again.
“Kasey! There is no such thing as ghosts!” She glared at me with her sea blue eyes, which were hidden behind a pair of frames, growing more serious by the second. “Look, I’ve gone on walks at like six in the morning and nothing has ever happened to me.” She contin
Coincidences- Bruce x Reader Chpt. 12You stood outside the interrogation room, looking at your soon-to-be victims through the two way glass. A hand tightly clasped your shoulder and you glanced up to find your brother with an uncharacteristically worried look on his face as he gazed down at you, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
You nodded numbly, looking back through the window, “They’ve been coming after me for so long, Tony, and this time they almost caught me with Bruce. If I hadn’t seen them coming…. I don’t even want to think about what could have happened. This has to end.”
You lifted your eyes to meet his, “I need you to promise me that, no matter what, you’ll pull me out before ten minutes have passed. Anything beyond that and I wont be in control and everyone on this ship will be in danger. Understood?”
He gave your shoulder a firm squeeze, “I promise, Kiddo. Give ‘em hell.”
You stepped away from him to where Fury and the othe
The Shadow of Fear: ch.9 cont.6The Paradox Chronicles
Part 1: Plad's Legend
Book 1: The Shadow of Fear
Ch. 9: From Black to Gray
Note: if you are new plz start from the beginning a link is at the bottom
Ryrus paced back and forth nervously, barley even hearing his brother's irritated demands for him to stop. He wanted to stop, but he couldn't. Every time he tried to sit down he would find himself pacing again within the minute. What if something were to happen to them?
'I should have gone with them. If they get injured they may not be able to make it back here. Why didn't I go with them?'
Of course, to be fair, Decus would never have let him go; he was more determined than most to keep Ryrus safe, especially since their parents' murder. Still, he should have gone, or at least had Decus go with them.
Suddenly, Blizzard burst ran in, instantly catching Ryrus's attention. His long legs were shaking, his broad chest heaving for hair.
"What happened?" Decus demanded, standing up while Ryru
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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