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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
Starlight, Star Bright: Ch. 8Starlight, Star Bright
Ch.8: Welcome to My Life
NOTE: if you are just reading the story for the first time now STOP. Skip to the BOTTOM of the page, click the link (FIRST) and start from the beginning please. I write with assumption that everyone knows what's going on already from reading everything before this.
“No one ever lied straight to your face
And no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I’m happy, but I’m not gonna be okay
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work, it was always there
You don’t know what it’s like [what it’s like]
To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark
To be kicked, when you’re down, to feel like you’ve been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down and no one’s there to save you
No you don’t know what it’s like
Welcome to my life.”
~ “Welcome to My Life” by: Simple Plan
Ray had never been so confused and at war with himself
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,
The aging leader of SmolderClan lifted her head from her paws at the sound of her medicine cat’s voice.
“PebbleStream, come in my friend.” She replied.
A beautiful gray and brown mackerel tabby she-cat walked into PatchLight’s den, a grave look clouding her face.
“The time has come again.” PebbleStream told her cryptically.
“What do you mean?” PatchLight asked her ears pinned back in the fear of what she thought PebbleStream was talking about.
Many, many moons before a great danger had come that had threatened the existence of all five clans, but one cat had come from outside the clans, destined to save them; IceStorm, and she had. Near the time of her death a prophecy was given that such a cat would come for more times, once for each clan.
“The time for a destined cat from the outside to save us all has come once again.” PebbleStream replied, confirming PatchLight’s fears.
2P!FACE x Child!Reader x Creepypasta - The Child 5
You woke up the next morning but stayed at bed, thinking of a plan to escape. Right then, you heard a knock at the door but you didn't care to answer.
"Hello?' the door opened slightly and a man peeked in.
The man wore a white mask with pitch black eyes and black feminine lips.
You were relieved that it wasn't Slenderman but you were scared of the masked man as there wasn't any weapon to protect you.
The man opened the door and stepped in, walking towards you.
"Are you... hungry?" he asked.
This time, you answered him by nodding. You were so hungry since yesterday and even refuse to talk when Slender offers you food which is a bad thing because you had to go through a night, sleepless while listening how hungry your stomach was.
"Okay, follow me." the man said and lead you to the hallway. You following from behind.
"I'm Masky. What's yours?" he asked but didn't get any responds. You were too thirsty to even talk.
Ones he brought you to the kitchen, you saw two men. The man you sho
2P!FACE x Child!Reader x Creepypasta - The Child 6
All the running made you tired and also you were lost. You felt like your running around in circles so you stopped running for a while.
Suddenly, someone grabbed you from behind. It was Slenderman.
"Let me go!" you bawled.
"And why?" Slenderman questioned.
"I want to go home!" you replied.
" I already told you, this is your home."
"No! I hate it here!" you whined.
"You'll like it here, I promise." Slenderman said as he walked back to the mansion.
You started crying, "No! I want my daddy!"
"How about this..." Slenderman stopped on his tracks and put you down, "Tell me five thing that you and your father like to do. Then I'll decide to bring you back to him or not."
You wiped your tears then nod.
"You may start."
"Me and daddy like to bake cupcakes everyday, we like to go out and have ice cream, we always had tea party, sometimes, we played the king and princess. And we also like to cuddle!"
Slenderman thought for a while, "Okay."
"But if he do something to
Tainted | Snk x Male!Reader [Prologue]
An eight year old boy stared up to his mother with the round innocent orbs that just about every young child had. He was short for his age, having not had a growth spurt yet and barely reached his mother's upper leg. His hair was filthy, his locks of [hair colour] stained with dirt and muddy water, after hours of playing 'Kill The Titan' with his friends. Along his bare arms, a few scratches could be seen on the surface of his skin after a few minor quarrels with the other boys, and his knee was grazed and red. The young boy was clad in the usual clothes of the Shinganshina district - little leather boots and discoloured fabric. Back to his eyes. They were a soft [eye colour], bright and innocent. What child wasn't like that at this age? He held a certain quality to him that could brighten up even the most tortured of souls, could light the way for even the most darkest ones.
Upon seeing the young boy clasp his tiny hand around the hem of her shirt, the mot
La Campesina (Knight! Spain x Reader)
(Knight! Spain x Reader)
This is :iconprussianwolfe:’s prize for my Era contest! I hope she enjoys this! I seriously apologize on the wait but I hope the length makes up for it! Also, thanks for being a good sport!
I rolled my eyes in aggravation as they continued to make wolf noises. I was passing by my local brothel; it was full of drunk and rather haggard young men and women ranging from all social backgrounds. It was mostly full of caballero though, four of which wouldn’t shut their mouths, I was not a whore for sale!
“Hey, chica? Why don’t you make your way over to us? I’ll pay you in gold~” I turned the other cheek (no pun intended) and pull
A Lover's Quarrel (Baddie! Scotland x 'Reader')
A Lovers’ Quarrel
(Baddie! Scotland x ‘Reader’)
Warning feels up ahead along with death.
“Are you sure about this?” A lanky man took another swig of his ale before waving his younger brother off for the seventh time that night. He sighed and shook his head, he felt for Allistor, he really did but….but this was pushing it. He had to step up. “But what if she see’s you like this again? I think it’d be best if you just stayed at my place—“ Allistor held his hand up at Conner.
Allistor took another swig before speaking up, his voice low and gravely. “I know what I’m doing. Don’t butt into my relations boy.” The two red heads stared at each other for a few moments
Makoto x Reader - No Plan B (oneshot)
It was the finals. You and the boys on the team had worked hard to get here. And now it was the final showdown. Everyone but you had been knocked out the individual events back at nationals, but somehow they were in the final showdown for the relay. You were in the final showdown for the women’s freestyle, representing Iwatobi High School. You had tried to represent the school in every style, but you were just in freestyle now.
Now you stood in the change rooms in your one piece swimsuit, putting your goggles on your head, leaving them on your forehead. You looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling the nerves bundle up in your stomach. You felt like you wanted to be sick, you were that nervous. It all came down to this, you either went home with the trophy or you didn’t. The boys were just as nervous, no doubt. You gently slapped your cheeks in your hands, closing your eyes. Don’t imagine the crowd, don’t imagine the other swimmers, just swim like you always do.
Eat Your Pasta|Chapter12|Creepypasta x Male!Reader
Chapter 12: Melodious.
Everyone gathered near the couch, letting Jack and SlenderMan have a little space to get to the [H/C] haired male. The eyeless man reached to find the younger boy's pulse, hoping that everything will be fine. He was almost ready to give up, he checked each wrist the boy had, each time receiving nothing. Jack tried one last time and brushed his grey fingers over [Name]'s neck. What he felt could have made his nonexistent eyes go wide. He felt...a beat. A very faint and weak one, but it was still a beat, right?
But it wasn't the only one. A few more beats followed right after, creating some sort of rhythmic beat themselves. The man stood up and looked at the smaller male underneath him
An Ugly Boy Documentary 1 (Iceland x Reader)
An Ugly Boy Documentary
(Iceland x Reader)
Sorry for the extra long wait loves, I’ve been going through some issues with RL and have been rather neglectant to my OL, forgive me.
Any way’s without further ado, please enjoy An Ugly Boy Documentary.
Failed attempt # 1
“Alright, Leon do you have all the camera’s set?” I questioned my friend whom only tsked at my advances’. Hetatube seemed very interested in my life after my first video hit one million views. So to appease the viewers I decided to document every detail of my life, weather it be good or bad I’d like to post once a week for them to watch!
“Yes Emil, for the last time I’ve got everything set up for you. Stop
Hetalia x young!reader: a new life(Hetalia x shy!young!reader)
I do not own hetalia or you~
15 years old
I ran...as fast as I possibly could. I felt the sharp sting of hale hitting my face but that's now what hurt. What hurt was the fear that you would be caught. "GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE ABOMINATION YOU SHOULDNT EXIST!" A manly voice bellowed behind me. I felt tears brimming my eyes as I ran down the long street.
I wasn't supposed to exist...I shouldn't be able to have this ability.
My uncle hated me but would not let me leave because of what I could do. He hit me and drank too much. I was scared to speak because he yelled at me every time I spoke which taught me never to speak. I haven't heard my own voice in 7 years...only his rough baritone voice. 'Did he leave?' I thought before I stopped. I couldn't hear anything beyond the hale and I couldn't hear anything. Suddenly a light...a screech...a scream....black.
I walked into the hospital to speak to my doctor about weight loss meds...since ev
The Shadow of Fear: ch.9 cont.7The 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
They were too far away. Plad was going as fast as he could, but they were still so far. For the first time, saving his friend's life seemed like a slim hope to him. He had been jogging up the trial back to the stronghold for almost fifteen minutes now and Warlith seemed to be only getting heavier with each step. Plad knew he wouldn't be able to keep this up much longer. Neither could Warlith. Over the past fifteen minutes he had been growing steadily weaker. Plad could only barely feel his heartbeat anymore and his friends breathing was so shallow now that, were it not for Warlith's faint heartbeat, Plad would have thought he was already dead.
Ember, who had run a little ahead of them to make sure the path was safe, came running back to them.
"Blizzard did it," She announced, her dark eyes sh
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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