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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.
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 67Faint violin music resounded from the closed door to your room when John returned the next morning and he cocked his head to the side in thought before swinging it open. The room was covered in a plethora of paper animals, a good number of them cranes, and a symphony John recognized filled the air. You were sitting cross-legged in the middle of the hospital bed, your fingers busy folding yet another animal, and Sherlock was in the chair next to you with his feet kicked up on your bed and his eyes closed, violin and bow in hand.
You finished what you were working on, which turned out to be a paper balloon, filled it with air, and then threw it in Sherlock’s direction, hitting him square in the face. He stopped playing and you giggled triumphantly, “Direct hit?”
“You got lucky,” he said pursing his lips and you pouted, “Even if I did- It still hit you. Now pick a new spot… further away this time.”
Sherlock’s eyes flickered open as a
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 65Sherlock fell quiet once you were asleep, just looking over you for a moment before reaching to erase the tear tracks from your cheeks with the pad of his thumb. He should have insisted that you stay, it wouldn’t have been the first time he threw a fit to get what he wanted, or at least made you take John with you. At this moment, if he had it to do all over again, he even would have abandoned the case and gone with you himself if it saved you from this. He considered that for a moment- nothing had ever taken precedent over his cases before. It felt odd yet at the same time kind of right. Taking note of this new development, he carefully removed your fingers from his sleeve so he could get up and look around.
When his eyes fell on the little mountain of cards on your beside table, he cocked an eyebrow- he would never understand people’s need to give scraps of papers with cheesy sentiments printed on them when people were ill or injured. It certainly didn’t help with t
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 66With your brother gone, you flopped back so you were lying horizontally across the bed, hissing a curse under your breath as you felt a sharp pain shoot up your shoulder, “Putain… that bloody smarts.”
You felt Sherlock’s hand on your hip and reached out to find him again, quickly finding your hand in his as he caught it and then brought it to his lips to kiss your knuckles. You could feel his lips turn up in a smirk when you giggled and then he wove his fingers between yours as you groaned, “How much longer until tomorrow?”
“A while,” he hummed and you sighed, “I’m sorry you have to stay… I know it must be terribly boring for you.”
“I want to stay, (F/n).”
“That’s sweet, Sherly, but it doesn’t make it any less boring.”
“True. Play a game with me?”
You blinked at the ceiling a couple of times and then gave a one-shouldered shrug, “Sure. What did you have
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 68Things finally started to sink in for the three of you now that you were home. It had been easy to push away the reality of the situation and the emotions other than worry when you were unconscious in a hospital bed but everything had to be dealt with eventually.
Down the road, John gathered the little bag that held your prescriptions as he thought over what had happened. He’d almost lost you… again. The thought of what would have happened had he and Sherlock not been on their way home at that exact moment sent a shot of dread through his veins. You were his support system, his lifeline, the one person in the world he could trust with anything and everything- his best friend. At the same time you were his baby sister and it was his job to protect you and somehow he’d failed.
There was no way he could erase the guilt- if he had gone with you, if you had felt like you could come to him, if he’d noticed you hadn’t called, if, if, if… The list went on
This Life - Part 1 (Supernatural x Reader)This life had left you alone; your father was murdered by a vampire when you were only five years old. Your now single mother had been a hunter her entire life, she wanted to get out when she met your father, but now that he was gone she slowly drifted back into the life. Your mother went back to hunting, which often left you alone in hotel rooms or with one of the few friends your mother had spread out across the country. You were only twelve years old when your mother left your life forever, and you still remember it like it was yesterday.
Your mother had left you with a man named Bobby Singer while she was out on a hunt. Your mother had talked about Bobby a lot, and he seemed like a seemingly caring old guy. Your mother was never gone more than a day during her hunts, but this time around she was gone for two. You didn’t worry until Bobby had gotten a call from another hunter and the look on his face changed from casual to paling and horrified. After the call, he slowly ap
This Life - Part 2 (Supernatural x Reader)You had been on the road with the Winchesters for a couple of years now, and so much had happened in that period of time. The biggest thing that had happened- Dean was in hell. He had been in hell for about four months; you and Sam tried everything to get him out. Unknown to Sam, you had even tried to sell your soul to get him back. But the crossroads demon you had summoned wouldn’t seal the deal; he said Dean Winchester was too valuable. Needless to say, you ended the life of that demon. The two of you consulted Bobby constantly in hopes that he would find a way to get Dean out. A year passed since Dean left and you and Sam finally gave up.
The two of you even stopped hunting after the first year of Dean’s absence. You were borderline depressed; you just couldn’t handle losing another part of your family.
You and Sam were staying in a hotel in Maryland; you were sitting at the small table in the room with a glass of whiskey in your hand. You stared blankly at the
An Ordinary Girl With Glasses 7 (Romania x Reader)
Just An Ordinary Girl With Glasses
(Romania x Reader)
Warning, angst ahead. Please enjoy!
Song(s)- Hægt, kemur ljósið by Olfur Arnalds
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QY4NZuOFebU (You should watch the video afterwards…it really fits the theme)
Part 7: Being Alone Is So Sad
“I can now say my real words, I will offer them to you. Thank you for the time we’ve spent together and thank you for everything you gave me. I love you.”
“Mama?” I watched as my mother looked over to me
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 69John refused to leave you alone for very long, not wanting you to wake up someplace unfamiliar alone, and ended up sorting through emails on his laptop in his room while you slept. He looked up when you groaned and your hand came up to rub at your forehead as you grumbled, “Merde… What-Where am I?”
“You’re in my bed,” John offered and you sighed, sitting up, “I’m sorry, Johnny. I didn’t mean to fall asleep up here. I’ll go back downstairs.”
You moved to leave, unable to stop the sharp gasp and cringe as pain rippled through your body, and John got up to ease you back down, “It’s alright, Squeak… I was actually wondering if you would stay up here with me tonight.”
“Why?” you asked warily, thinking it might be a ploy to get you to take his bed while he slept on the couch, and John wrapped his hand around yours, “You’ll be more comfortable here and then if you need anything
Love of a Giant: Chapter NineteenBefore Bombrush had taken to the place he wanted to show her, he had Soundwave change out of her maid attire and into something more regal. She had refused at first, but when he brought up that she should do as he said since he did beat her at chess, she reluctantly changed into the dark blue gown he had provided for her. It was actually a nice fit and quite pretty, but she refused to make a comment on it. She only gave him a dark look when he smiled and told her how gorgeous she looked.
Once changed, he led her out into the garden area. She hadn't been able to see much of it since she had arrived, considering she had been busy with other things. And despite being under so many inches of snow, the garden was quite a sight.
Of course, much to her agitation, he attempted to chat with her.
"You said you had sons, correct?"
"... I do."
"How old are they again? And what are their names?"
"My oldest, Ravage, is eighteen. My twins, Frenzy and Rumble, are both sixteen. My youngest, Laserbeak,
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
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