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  Feliciano and Lovino's fingers remained interlaced between the cages they rested in. Feliciano was sobbing silently, wiping his eyes with the one free hand he had. Lovino made no attempt to calm his brother, he was letting tears escape himself.   The two of them had been together since birth, relying on each other in a world that had turned its back on them. Now they were nearing separation and feeling as though they were loosing a part of themselves.   The truck bounced them around but they refused to let each other go until they were forced apart. "Fratello..." Feliciano blubbered through tears,"I-I don't wanna go away...

2P Canada x Reader Strange A man is limping down the dark street. He has shoulder length blond hair tied in a ponytail and violet eyes with sunglasses resting on the top of his head. His creamy colors skin has cuts and bruises all over it. He has a hockey stick with barbed wire wrapped around the end resting on his shoulder which is covered by a red plaid shirt and his jeans have holes in them from the fight he just came out of. “Bastards, thought they were stronger than me” he smirks “Well I showed them” He feels something wet hit his shoulder and looks up to see dark rain clouds “Shit” he swears looki

__________________ got up and yawned. Matthew was already gone and she had freshened up in the bathroom. Around eleven, she grabbed her keys and head into town. Today was Mothers’ Day and she wasn’t going to miss it. She couldn’t miss it. She couldn’t help but smile as she drove into town. It felt like eternity since she’s been there. Usually she just went directly to the Bakery or anywhere else. She drove down a familiar neighborhood, her neighborhood. She tried to avoid passing down from her house’s side as much as possible but today, it made her feel nostalgic. For years her bad memories clouded the good

*Narrators pov* “(Y/n), you have been charged with being affiliated with those who reside in the Dark Forest and accused of sorcery by Lady Alice. How do you plea?” “Not guilty! They are no more monsters than you are sir!” You screeched. “SILENCE! WITCH, YOU HAVE BEEN SENTENCED TO BE BURNED AT THE STAKE AT SUNSET!” And with that they took you away to get ready for your execution. You were a simple mountain peasant girl working hard as dressmaker. How did you end up here on trial as a Spell caster? Let’s go back in time to when you were a kid. *Flashback to six years old* I hope mama and daddy are ba

That was it. Those jerks were gonna pay! You knew associating with anyone would be trouble! You began walking angirly through the walls, clenching your backpack straps tight in your hand, a scowl clearly embedded on your face. The BTT go on talking about you and know the whole school is finally taking a notice of you! 'Dammit! ever since kintergarden I've always been alone and invisble!! I love that! No one to bother me, no one to hurt me...no one to get hurt because of me.....' Your scowling face softened a bit, and your pace slowed down a bit. You then just stood there in the middle of the hall staring at the floor. 'Now, because i even

He was a boy She was a girl Can I make it anymore obvious He was a punk She did ballet What more can I say ~ "Hey Gil! Look what I found!" I called to my boyfriend of two years as I came out of the attic. "What is it?" He called back from his room where he was probably getting dressed. "It's your high school yearbook!" I said opening it up and sitting on the living room couch.                                                                                     ~   He wanted her She'd never tell Secretly she wanted him as well But all of her friends Stuck up their nose They had a problem with his baggy clothes ~ "Oh, really?" He said ente

    The smell of pancakes woke you up. Blinking the sleep away from your eyes, you glanced blearily around the room before your eyes landed on the clock. 6:00 am. You stood up, walking over to your closet to get some clothing before rushing to get into the shower. Your husband made pancakes!    As soon as you finished, you took a step out of the shower, dressed in sweatpants and one of Matthew's sweaters. No meetings today! It was a day dedicated to paperwork. Jogging lightly down the stairs, you were met with the sight of Matthew in a suit as he finished putting the pancakes onto the table. He smiled at you and when he noticed his sweater

Author's Note: This was a request from AliceIsAwesome1, featuring the Awesome Trio; Denmark [Matthias], Gilbert [Prussia] and America [Alfred] in a Hogwarts AU. Enjoy and comment! ((Look for key in after story e.g. [h/c]))     --------------------------------------------------------------------------------    “There she is… does my hair look awesome?”    “No it looks absolutely crap. How about mine?”    “Guys, guys, everyone knows that hero’s hair is totally awesome, right? Right?”    Three boys peeked out behind a corner, staring at the back of student with [h/c] hair flowing over he

                           Allies x Wounded!Soldier!Male!Reader: Chapter 2 Thoughts: ‘words’ Talking/Speech: “words” -The Next Day- [Male Name] woke up just as Penny walked in, “Good morning, Mr. [Last Name].” she said as she set a tray of breakfast food onto the small table next to the man’s bed. “Morning, and you can call me [Male Name] you know.” said the [h/c] male as he sat up and started eating. “Of course.” replied Penny as she pulled the covers off of the male and removed the dirtied bandages on the stump of what was left of the male’s leg. She then re-bandaged

  Feliciano and Lovino's fingers remained interlaced between the cages they rested in. Feliciano was sobbing silently, wiping his eyes with the one free hand he had. Lovino made no attempt to calm his brother, he was letting tears escape himself.   The two of them had been together since birth, relying on each other in a world that had turned its back on them. Now they were nearing separation and feeling as though they were loosing a part of themselves.   The truck bounced them around but they refused to let each other go until they were forced apart. "Fratello..." Feliciano blubbered through tears,"I-I don't wanna go away...

  Feliciano and Lovino's fingers remained interlaced between the cages they rested in. Feliciano was sobbing silently, wiping his eyes with the one free hand he had. Lovino made no attempt to calm his brother, he was letting tears escape himself.   The two of them had been together since birth, relying on each other in a world that had turned its back on them. Now they were nearing separation and feeling as though they were loosing a part of themselves.   The truck bounced them around but they refused to let each other go until they were forced apart. "Fratello..." Feliciano blubbered through tears,"I-I don't wanna go away...

  When you were 8, you have had a lot of experience dealing with some of the other countries of the word. But you noticed that everyone of them asked the same question,"How hasn't one killed the other?" whether it be mom killing dad or dad killing mom.   You never really asked them about it, but you asked uncle Japan once and he only said that they would always fight, even before you came along. They had some sort of long-standing argument going on.   They had apparently done a pretty good job not killing each other over the years and really, the last big fight they had was when you were about 4 and your dad broke something f

Allistor rolled his eyes at the giggling that took place in the nearby hallway. He shook his head, looking up at the ceiling whilst thinking God, why did you bombard me with two idiotic brothers? The Scottish man leaned against the door way, his left foot across the other as it stood on the top of the shoe. "Well how many is that now?" he asked with boredom. Dylan and Seamus walked up to their brother, grinning like drunk idiots who won a jackpot. "Thirteen and still counting!" Dylan announced triumphantly while his twin nodded. Allistor looked at the two, his emerald green eyes (that complemented his fiery red hair and pale skin) shifting b

“(Name)!” Feliciano cried as his dear friend had returned. She smiled at him tiredly, “Hi Feli.” Ludwig jumped up on the couch beside them. “What did the humans say?” (Name) laid her head on her couch cushion and shook her head. Ludwig frowned deeply. “But you are ill (Name),” he gave her forehead a rough lick. She groaned softly as one of their masters approached. “It’s time for you medicine!” The brunette said in cheery tone. He held a pipette in his fingers full a thick white substance. The person sat beside the three cats. (Name) meowed in protest, as her master pulled he

DISCONTINUED 5/9/2023: PLEASE READ!!! Hello everyone, how's it going? So I want to talk about a couple things regarding my writing, what's been going on, and such. This is for anyone who was a fan of my work, assuming anyone is still in the Hetalia fanbase, on DeviantArt in general ( dear god what happened to you gg rip :'[ ) or to anyone who is still reading my work. So first things first: PLEASE DO NOT READ THESE WORKS. Whether it be this series or any of my other series, please don't read them anymore. Will they still be up? Probably. But the work is not very good. I wrote this when I was 13 and my writing was not very good at the time. I

"Excuse me. But what on earth are you doing?" Peter's head emerged abruptly from under the water, staring at the girl infront of his toy stand. She had on a plain, (f/c) dress, and it looked as if it had been passed down for years. She had on no shoes. And looked to be about 9. (H/c) hair tied loosely with a ribbon, some strands blocking her beautiful eyes. 'She must be an orphan.' He thought. 'Poor girl.' "Nothing that concerns you. Now. Why the are you here?!" He yelled defensively. The girl jumped back from shock, and quickly shook her head. "I-I'm sorry! I just wanted to look at your toys." Peter's face soffened and he nodded. "

Ring ring... Ring ring... You gripped your cell phone in your sweaty palms, anxiously waiting for the person on the other end to pick up. After several more agonizing moments, he finally did. "What?" he muttered, his voice even more emotionless and monotone than usual. "Leon, look, I know you don't really want to talk to anyone right now, but I need you to be brave and come out of your room. It's really important." "No." You stuck your tongue out, imagining the Chinese city's grouchy face. "Come on, you know that I wouldn't want to mess with you when you're in one of these moods unless it actually was really important," you argued. "You

            “Greece,” England said, tiredly. “Greece-san,” Japan shook his friend. Greece sat up. “The child,” he asked waking up. “Hai. The girl is yours,” Japan nodded. Greece got up and waked toward you. “She cute,” Greece said holding the girl close, “Like a cat,” “What!?” Turkey screeched, “No way can that loser take care of a kid,” Greece glared heavily at the Turk. Turkey ran over to you and your new father. “Hey (Name),” Turkey said, “If this loser hurts you just come to Uncle Turkey. I’ll take care of you,” Gr

Sweat dribbled down his flushed skin as he and his teammates approached the bench for half time. He felt a soft smile pull at his lips when he looked down at his child who was tapping on his phone. He reached for the sweat towel hanging on the back of the chair his son sat on. The tall blond wiped himself off, placing the towel back where it had been resting previously. He ruffled the blond hair of the small boy, grinning down as molten gold hues locked with each other. Many said he was his father's spitting image. Much smaller in comparison, for he was just a young boy. But his golden eyes gleamed with such a beauty that rivalled his own fa

(Name) huffed as she watched her two mates fight over their children. “(Name) want do you think?” Arthur asked (Name) as the two adult tomcats looked at her. She flicked her tail irritably. “Frankly, it’s silly that you’re arguing about them,” she rolled her eyes, “Matthew and Alfred are equally matched. Just in different things.” “Not to offend you dear, but Matthew is far superior to Alfred,” Francis trotted over to her. “Do not ‘my dear’, me Francis,” she hissed, “I’m only here for my babies.” Francis licked her forehead, in an attempt t

{Scorch and Blaze} ~Chapter One~ [??? x Reader] *Dirk/Dave will be a little more serious in this story, but will still be the badass cool kids we all know and love. *Any trolls I mention will be human [and won't be all same ages as the kids] *I probably won't be using quirks maybe. Kanaya might be the exception to this, but even then. Grammar yo. *Here's the list of the kids [for reference]: Dirk and Dave Strider – Twins; Sophomores in college Jake English and John Egbert – Cousins; both Sophomores in college Rose and Roxy Lalonde – Sisters; Roxy is a Freshman in college, Rose is a Junior in college Jane Crocker –

"()"=Speaking in Mandarin (y/n)=Your Name (A/N)=Author's Note (y/n)'s P.O.V. The bell rang,signaling the end of school.Time to go home!I walked outside to where my sisters were waiting for me next to the car.The car was enchanted.It fits over 10 people but it makes sure that no mortals will question it."Hey (y/n)!"I heard someone call my name.I stopped and turned around to see Ben,Jeff and their friends."Hello Ben."I said politely."Sup (y/n).What to walk with us?""No thanks.I drive me and sisters.""Oh okay,see you tomorrow then!""Bye."We parted ways.He went back to his friends as I got in the car and drove my sisters and I home. *Time ski

What happened next was a little hazy. You were exhausted and half asleep. North had carried you and Jack to Jack's room as soon as you stepped in the door. You fell asleep fast. The last thing you remembered was Jack's hand on top of yours. You woke up late in the morning. The bed was empty next to you. Jack must have woken up earlier. You got out of bed and walked down the hallway into the bathroom. When you looked in the mirror, you noticed you still had your clothes on from yesterday. You slipped them off and stepped into the shower. The water felt nice and clean, like it was rinsing away the events of last night. You stepped out and pu

              After dinner and some dessert you and the Straw Hats agreed to meet at Mr. Fin’s store the next morning. As soon as everyone had left you collapsed onto the couch that served as your bed in the one room loft above the dojo. The thought of whether or not Mr. Fin would believe you were ready did not occur to you right away.              I’ve already agreed to join their crew. You think, but if Mr. Fin doesn’t think I’ve ready I won’t be able to leave!              You fall into a troubled sleep. All of your questions are to be answered at Mr. Fin’s Medical Supply Store tomorrow morning. ~~~

You were always made fun of, because of your height. Most girls were 5'3, but you were 4'8. That never got you down though, your small height gave you many advantages. Being small made you faster and better at sports than the rest of the girls. So whenever you were playing sports, you'd beat everyone and they'll always praise you for your abilities. Also, you were a bit of a fangirl when it came to your favorite band, STARISH. Of course you had a favorite member, and it was Syo Kurusu. You always wanted to meet him, but you never had the courage to. You see, Syo was also in Saotome Academy, the same school you're in now. Every day, you wa

You were the adorable little daughter of the one and only, Captain America. It was super cool that your daddy saved people for a living, and it also meant you could hang out with the Avengers! Which you loved to do! You have become close to everyone at the tower, accept your daddy's best friend, James "Bucky" Barn. He seemed to be afraid of you. He never came close to you, and if your daddy carried you in a room with him, he would "go to the bathroom". You didn't like the fact that he didn't seem to want to be friends with you! Today your daddy was on a mission, and you knew Bucky would still be up on his floor. He didn't come out often. You

                 Slowly the others got up, looking at the werewolves cautiously. Your finger rests on the trigger of your magnum, watching their movements for hostility.                  "Why are you trespassing on our territory?" A large whit werewolf questions.                  "Trying to escape the vampires," You answer, taking your finger from the trigger and sharing a glance with Luffy as he came out of his tent.                  "It's alright everyone, they aren't here to fight," He says to his crew. They reluctantly relax their weapons and you nod your approval.                  "Vampires huh? Come with us," A brown werewolf sa

Here's my first fanfic :D ..I know it kinda sucks. :P Y/N means Your Name. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Y/N) padded through the thunderclan forest. You sniffed the air while thinking about.. him. Fireheart. You've had a crush on the flame colored leader for a while now. You don't think he ever even noticed you.. but still, he's remarkable to you. You began making your way through the territory, not having found anything because of your.. thoughts. Your paws skimmed along the border between Thunderclan and Riverclan. All of the sudden, you came upon a group of three Riverclan warriors, hunting in your clan's territory! You gu

 You had just now arrived in Egypt, wanting to see the sights of the beautiful place. Especially the pyramids. You brought a camera and everything, taking pictures of almost everything you saw. You were also admiring the male tourists as they passed by. After getting a ride in a small truck, you and several other tourists made your way to the pyramids. Everything looked so pretty but plain at the same time, the way the sun hit the ground made everything look shiny. Absolutely gorgeous! As you made your way towards the platform that you were to take pictures on, you notice a man with tanned skin and dark ruffled hair. A cloth draped on his

"... and I will surpass God!" I groaned as I heard that annoyingly familiar voice ring though my ears. Today, of all days, Black*Star was ranting about something he would obviously never achieve. I had some fragment of hope for him, though. I walked into the classroom, ignoring the stares and waves that I would get as usual. Back in my village, I was a legend. Me and my older brother Justin were both three star meisters, and our weapons were three witch souls away from becoming death scythes. Since he had double the weapons, he had double the souls. We had been training non-stop, and since Black*Star is very strong, I began some training wit

Allen looked at the ground and then looked back at you. “(f/n) I’m sorry to have to tell you but that robot thing is called an akuma.” You looked at Allen, confused, “Akuma? Wait does that mean that my sister has been an akuma this entire time? Is she the one who killed my parents a few weeks ago?” Allen shook his head. “No. You sister most likely turned into an akuma because she was so upset by your parents death. Akuma aren’t just randomly created, they are created from a human who has suffered a great loss. The Earl (the maker) visits people when they are most upset and he convinces them to turn th

You watched the group from your hiding spot amused as the blonde threw shuriken at the trees "I…uh guess it was a mouse" the blonde said "WHAT MOUSE? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? THETR WAS NOTHING THERE, YOU MORON!" "Please...please don't play around with your shuriken. They can be just a teensy bit dangerous." "Hey! Midget!! Don't go scaring us! Stop messing with our heads!" You watched Haku's pet hop into the bushes making it rustle below you "This time! Over there!" The same blonde threw another shuriken into the bushes making you reach your katana They may have suspected you or hurt the rabbit "Calm down. Not yet" Zabuza whisp

I cried every night, hating myself, for being so useless and pathetic. My powers grew stronger evey day, and my heart colder. I had no hope left in this cruel world. Years passed, and I barely ate anything. It's a wonder I'm still alive. I left that place eventually, since I was sick and tired of looking at the horror I placed on my family. Before I knew it, I ended up at that oh-so famous Fairy Tail. I heard that they have a couple of dragonslayers there. They might help. I was barely able to open the doors, and when I did, i gasoed in shock. Everyone was...so...happy. It was so much like Sabertoth. I dropped to the ground, with only my knee

Kind of long,but hey! I'm back -{-{-{-{-{-{-{-{-{-{-{-{-{-{-{-{-{-{-{-{-{-{-{-{-{-{-{-{-{-{- (F/N)=First Name (L/N)=Last Name (H/C)=Hair Colour (F/C)=Favourite Colour Miyuki Kazuya had many reputations, he was handsome enough to have a rep with the girls, he was good enough of a player to have a good rep in the field, and, of course, among his friends, he had the reputation of being a total asshole. But there was one reputation that was only known to one person. And his name was (F/N) (L/N). Unlike Miyuki, (F/N) did not play baseball. Instead he was an artist, or at least an aspiring artist. But you see, art is dificult, especially withou

"Hey Longbottom, still hanging out with the mudblood and the Quibbler freak?" a voice taunted and you saw Neville stiffen, his fists clenching at his sides. "Just ignore them," you warned under your breath, keeping your head low so you wouldn't have to make eye contact with the small crowd of Slytherins taunting yiu and your friends. Of course you wanted to fight back. You wanted to jump at them and use every curse and jinx you knew to make them shut up but you held back for the sake of Neville and Luna. Fighting back would only get the lot of you in trouble and, besides, who wanted to sink to their level? They were probably just stupid and

(f/p)= Favorite Pokemon (p/g/m)= Pokemon's go-to move    "So, what happens now?" Phil asks, looking between you, Jack, and Mark. Bill's voice suddenly rang through the room.    "This happens." The floor beneath your feet disappeared and you all started to fall down a dark hole. As you all yelled and screamed, you could hear Bill's laughter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~    Your back hit something hard and you groaned. Rubbing your back, you sat up and looked at your surroundings. The others were around you, picking themselves up. Dan, being the closest to you, walk

A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you so much to all the people who read this and the people who favorite or leave nice comments!!! Ur all amazing and I love each and every one of you

                                        ~Writer’s Pov~ You were rather upset. Today and all the days lately had not gone your way at all. You had just started high school a few days ago and you already hated it. You seemed to have a streak of bad luck as of late. You sighed and stuck your hands in your pockets. It was late but you decided to take a walk. It was a rather cold night. As you breathed you could see the heat of your breath, it was visible against the cold night. The street you were walking down was pretty much empty except for the few people running home after a long day of work and others coming for the graveyard shift. &l

YOUR POV The short guy came back with tea for everyone.He smile "sorry about him...I'm John Watson please call me John and that person over there is Sherlock Holmes."I shook my head as yes "don't worry about that...I'm (y/n) and this dude who is really SMELLY are Dean and his brother who are like moose are Sam they are the Winchester brother don't forget they trusty angel Castiel" I smile innocently while the Winchester brother glares at me.Doctor and John just chuckle at us while Sherlock just stare or 'deducing' us.He stand up and walk toward at me and... "(y/f/n) (y/l/n), 19 years old, born at american rise at london, your family like nob

You had left volleyball practice a little earlier today to run some errands for your mom. She wasn’t feeling well and you were the only one that could help her out. You picked up the dry cleaning and sent out some mail, all you had left to do now was to buy some groceries. Since the dry cleaner’s place, you’ve noticed a strange man following you. He followed you from the dry cleaner’s, to the post office and waited outside then followed you to the supermarket. You were getting creeped out and a little scared. You didn’t feel safe walking home alone so you called Daichi. “Sawamura-senpai, there’s a w

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Arrow after arrow buries into the straw practice dummy, making it jerk with each blow. You mechanically reach over your shoulder into your quiver, nocking an arrow with movements so automatic you don't even register doing them. Your body is taut with outrage as you loose another arrow, hitting the crude man-shaped effigy straight in the center. Your fingers are aching, legs and back straining with the effort of standing in one place for so long, but you reach for another arrow, seething with indignation. How dare he? How dare he? The image of the stoic swordsman’s face flickers in your mind's eyes- his own eyes