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Come Out of Your Shell- Chapter 10Chapter 10Come Out of Your Shell- Chapter 10 by ShermanTheWorm
“I can’t believe we lost. This sucks.” Hikaru huffed, leaning back on the picnic blanket and scowling at the world. Tamaki scrunched his eyebrows together and crossed his arms.
“Well we might have won if you hadn’t wanted to-”
“-go exploring! Yeah, maybe that’s why.” Hikaru interrupted him, wanting to keep their little prank a secret. Hikaru glared at Tamaki, giving him a clear message to be quiet. Everyone else looked at them curiously, but they all rolled their eyes.
“So do Haru-chan and Takashi get a prize or something?” Honey asked as he stuffed his face with cake. Tamaki frowned and shrugged.
“I hadn’t really thought about that…” he confessed. Then he smiled, leaning towards Haruhi.
“But how about the winner gets a big hug from Daddy?” he suggested, now chasing Haruhi around the picnic blanket while she ran from him.
“No, senpai! I don’t want a hug
Addict!Levi x Reader |One Last Chance?| AUAddict!Levi x Reader |One Last Chance?| AU by Attackonfanfiction
A/N: The following story discusses drug addiction, and implies an abusive relationship. If any of these things make you uncomfortable or trigger you, I'd suggest you stop reading.
"(Name)... I will not tell you again. Give me the needle." His tone. It was unrecognizable. A side of a calm and collected person that you had never seen. You trembled at the intensity of his glare, and the eeriness that surrounded him. You knew that Levi was dead serious, but so were you.
"L-Levi, please, a-at first I honestly had know idea how bad this was, but now I know you need help. Pl-Please, if not for me, think of your friends-"
"Who the actual hell do I have? Who in this goddamn piece of shit world actually cares about me?" Levi continued to persist on, his strong hand grasping your wrist. You winced at the force, a pained cry leaving your quivering lips. You held the needle out of reach to your best power, hoping to keep it away from him.
"I care, Levi!" You yelled, not caring if your
Love and HateLove.Love and Hate by WhiteAngelWolf1
What a strange word.
What is love?
Is it a thought?
What happens when you feel love?
Do horrible things happen?
Do wonderful things happen?
Why does this word, so foreign, yet so familiar bring a jolt to my heart?
I hear the word and my stomach jolts.
I say the word and my eyes tear up.
I feel the word and I feel like the happiest person in the world.
Why does love make me feel like this?
Am I in love?
Or do I think I am?
Does the one I love, love me back?
Will they love me back?
Will I still love them?
Why do I love them?
Why do they love me?
Another strange word.
How is it different from love?
How can one hate another?
How can one hate themselves?
Why do we hate?
Why do we love?
What is the point of love?
The point of hate?
Two very different things.
Though they’re not different at all.
I AmI amI Am by WhiteAngelWolf1
The one known as a loner.
The one called loser.
The one who is shy.
The one that hides in the corner.
The one known for not going out.
The one who is weird.
But I am
The one known as me.
The one called crazy.
The one who is nice to all.
The one that's a friend to everyone.
The one known for being there always.
The one who is not afraid to be herself.
I Am Me.
A Lost Heart. Chapter 2, Meeting the BrosTala’s P.O.VA Lost Heart. Chapter 2, Meeting the Bros by WhiteAngelWolf1
I was walking through the hallway, a small smile on my face despite the situation I was in. Even though the hallways were terrifying, and my heart was pounding, I felt a strange sense of peace. As I walked, I felt the content fade away as the feeling that someone was watching me grew stronger.
I continued walking, hearing a soft gasping noise and I whirled around, wincing slightly when my foot grazed some broken glass. I frowned and looked down, gasping and leaping back, only to land on some more glass. A limp body laid on the ground, a lantern in its hand and blood pouring from scratches all across its chest and face. I walked cautiously over to it and looked into its eyes. They were dull, and stared blankly at the sky.
I heard footsteps and the sound of a chain being dragged on the ground. I looked up and leapt up with a howl of terror. It was a tall man; his eyes were black and bleeding. He was a large metal circle around his neck and chains wrapped around his arm
A Lost Heart. Chapter 1, The BeginningI bolted down the hallway, I was tempted to turn around and search for the monster I knew was behind me but I knew if I did I would die. I let out a cry as I felt the monsters cruel claws tear through my back once more. It let out loud growling moans as it chased after me; I threw one panicked look over my shoulder and nearly fell from what I saw. The monster was covered in scars, its lower jaw was missing so the skin hung loosely from his face and flapped against its chest. I looked back forward to avoid falling over once more.A Lost Heart. Chapter 1, The Beginning by WhiteAngelWolf1
I stepped on a stone and heard a loud grating noise then looked up and saw a small doorway slightly open upwards and I darted towards it, quickly sliding on the ground and through the hole. I stood up and looked back to the strange door. The monster let out a frustrated growl from behind me and I couldn’t help but grin in triumph. I looked around the small room I was in and saw a mirror on a dresser; I walked towards it and glanced at my reflection.
The Labyrinth of London: Peppermint Winterfargreencountry
The Labyrinth of London
A Sherlock/Labyrinth Crossover
“The Thin White Sleuth…”
Summary: Sarah and Jareth finally have a Christmas without having to deal with murder. Between chapters 7 and 8 of “The Empty Crystal”.
Two detectives, a doctor, a nurse, and a Scotland Yard detective inspector walk into a mall two days before Christmas…
“A killer Santa,” John said as he shook off the tinsel on his shoulders, “You had to have a case with a killer Santa! How un-Christmas-like is that?”
“Well, the real Santa Claus is quite vicious,” Jareth said. He tilted his head and then tapped his ear as he tried to get fake snow out of his opposite ear.
“You know the real Saint Nick?” Sarah asked. She used her fingers to comb through her hair to get rid of plastic pine needles.
“No, Santa Claus. Two completely different beings,” Jareth said, “Lestr
Fixing a Broken Heart: Kentin's Story Part 1neo-chan7
“Huh? (y/n)? What are you still doing here?” She lifted up her head. It was Alexy, her blue haired friend. He was a real goofball, but had a super soft spot for her, buying her clothes from time to time and updating her on the newest bands. She also knew that he liked guys, but never judged him for it. He noticed the tears coming down her cheeks.
“H-hey! What’s with the crocodile tears?” he asked, kneeling down in front of her.
“I-it’s nothing,” (y/n) chocked out, wiping her tears away.
“But you’re crying, so it can’t be nothing. Come on, you’ll feel better once you get it off your chest.”
“Well . . . . .” (y/n) told Alexy everything that has happened with Ken, from when she saw him kissing Amber to the harsh words he just threw at her not too long ago. When she finished, Alexy shook his head.
“That’s just cold, no wonder why you’re crying up a storm.”
Fixing a Broken Heart: Kentin's Story Part 3neo-chan7
“So where are we going exactly?” (y/n) asked as Kentin drove them through the streets of their town. It was Saturday, and yesterday he told her that she should wear casual clothes to where they are going. She chose to wear a simple, long sleeve gray shirt that had the British flag on the front, a pair of jean shorts, some comfortable sneakers, and a simple, (f/c) headband rested in her hair.
“Somewhere fun!” Kentin answered, giving her a quick smile as he maneuvered through the streets.
“Fun? Uhhh, what exactly is your definition of ‘fun’?”
“Heh, you’ll see.”
(y/n) was a little worried about this, after all, this Kentin wasn’t at all like the Kentin she’d known all her life. But she decided to trust him and stared out the window as they drove by pedestrians and buildings. About ten minutes passed before Kentin finally pulled up into a parking lot.
“Ok! we’re here!” he announced, unbuckling h
HetaliaxReader: Feelings. What were they again? 2MusicLova4eva
Chapter 2: Friendly Measures
So here you were moping around and walking in circles for a good few minutes and you just ended up asking again where you were anyway. Even if it seemed ridiculous to do so… Though by now you most definitely knew you were very far away from home… Then again… You had no home now…
“So where am I…?”
“In America of course!!”
‘Is that even possible?!’
“I find it hard to believe.”
“Then I guess I should show you around then!” He half shouted and grabbed your wrist and dragged you away.
“W-Wait! What are you doing?! Let me go you- WOAH!!“
And so the America took you to places…
~~~~~~~~(Time skip brought to you by burgers and milkshakes! Courtesy of America~)~~~~~~
“Can we stop
N. ItalyxReader: Romeo and JulietBanshee-Scream
A (h/c) haired (e/c) eyed woman ran from the German soldiers chasing her. Each breath she took was like a knife stabbing at her lungs. Her legs didn't feel as strong as they did when she had first made this daring escape.
The only thing that was clear in her mind was the reason for leaving
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"Feli, I can't stay here anymore," you said caressing your Italian lover's face from between the bars of your prison.
"But __________ just wait a little longer, I'm sure I can convince Ludwig to let you out," said the Italian nation running his fingers through your greasy (h/c).
You made him look at you, "Feli, I know they're going to kill me. Day by day more and more of us are disappearing. Either way I'll die."
"No, _________," Feliciano cried wiping away a smudge of dirt from your face, "you can't. They'll catch you and shoot you. I can't live without you."
Smiling as best you could you said, "Don't worry Feli."
"I-I refuse to live without
The Phantom of Hetalia: Italies: All I Ask of Yousylphwriter24
Oh Lord, protect me!
There was Boquet, hanged with a scarlet red lasso round his throat, his face bloated and blue, eyes staring blankly out across the audience.
I trembled with fear. I could practically see The Phantom's masked face, his eyes alight in devilish glee at the blood on his hands.
"For you, mia angela. I did it for you…" I froze with fear at that whisper. It sent the hairs on the back of my neck erect, and my eyes wide with fear. I looked all around me, but the Phantom was not there. For me… he did this for me… My hands became palsied and my knees grew weak. What man was this that killed so rashly and without a qualm, who killed for me?
I had to tell someone. I could keep this horrible secret no longer. I ran through the crowd on the stage still frenzied from Boquet's murder and the dropping of the chandellier, "Feliciano! Where are you?" I was afraid for him. Oh, if the Phantom knew!
GerIta: Think of MeIt was dawn. Germany had to leave.GoldenGirl954
He didn't want to, but he knew it was for the best.
He had a mission to finish and Italy could not come along. Italy was vulnerable, too vulnerable. These aliens,they were worse than anything he had ever fought. Even the Pictonians were not like this.
Germany did not want Italy to face these sadistic creatures, to cry in pain, face a brutal death. He wanted him to live. The blonde nation had dressed, put his assortment of weapons and gear on the table. He tied his boots, waiting for the call from America.
His face was stoic, but inside his heart felt choked up.
Think of me, think of me fondly
When we've said goodbye
Remember me once in a while
Please promise me, you'll try
"Germany you should eat something."
Germany turned around to see Italy behind him.
"You're awake," he said.
"I couldn't sleep," Italy admitted. "I'm worried about you."
A cool hand found itself in Germany's hand. A shiver crept down his spine. He gazed at Italy. Will he eve
Love and War. [Germany x Powerful!Reader] Love and War.InvaderSamm
[Germany x Powerful!Reader]
A small figure was standing in front of the shooting range, holding needles between her fingers . Her arms were crossed at the wrists in front of her bust. Her [e/c] eyes narrowed sharply before making a swift movement, flicking her wrists and releasing the needles all while separating her arms. One by one, each needle impaled the center of the bulls-eye, each on a different figurine. All but one, the farthest to her left, which landed two centimeters away from the center-most part. It was still in the red, yes, but it was not good enough.
[y/n] was a perfectionist, making sure each of her techniques were spot-on before even daring to show anyone other than herself. She would always show her fellow Axis powers. Feliciano would compliment her and Kiku would give her something to think about like trying the t