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Exploring Granite cave in Hoenn was really amazing. Seeing all the pokémon was really amazing too. Zubat, Abra, Geodude, Makuhita, Aron, Mawile, Nosepass and Sableye. They were running around and playing. Surprising none challenged me. It seemed like they weren’t bothered by me being here. I had come here to get to the next gym in Dewford Town. I thought I could get a little stronger before my battle with Brawly. He was a fighting type specialist but I wanted to work on some of my pokémon to make them a bit stronger. I had faith in them, no doubt, but just as a precaution. Then I came across this room. That’s the only way I thou

What kind of brother lets his own get killed? Dark Link stared up at Link with wide red eyes. He heard the crowd gasp and mutter. "Did you hear that?" "Link said the demon was his brother!" "But that's impossible!" "Does that make our hero a demon too?" "Maybe we should kill them all before they kill us!" "Yeah!" "Kill the demons!" The crowd began to chant once more and Link gasped as more guards began to subdue him. "Let me go!"Link roared and pushed them all away before pulling Dark Link to his feet. Link then ran over to you, pushed the guards away and grabbed you. "Lets go!" The three of you hopped off the stage and pushed your

Occupational Hazard LokixReader Request for 10UsernameHere10 You sighed and glanced once more at the clock of your computer. “Nearly time to wake up,” you murmured to yourself, hardly surprised that you had stayed up working this late, “Guess I’m going in like this, again.” The large grandfather clock in your house chimed three times, signalling the official change in the hour. Your alarm would go off in fifteen minutes. Letting a defeated puff of air out, you once more began working on the forms your boss needed you to fill out by the time you were in the office, but, after your eighth hour of working, you j

Ah, Valentine's Day. The day of love and affection since the old times. A day for a person to confess ones love to a special someone. A day for presents and chocolates of the like. It is also a day for someone to lose their shit out of pure jealousy. You see, a certain hot-tempered, asshole-ish, ebony haired young man had a crush on the new girl. That new girl being you and the young man being non-other than Vanitas. Seems simple and cliche right? The bad boy falling for the sweet , adorable new girl. Took Vanitas by surprise , but he came into terms with it , but of course nothing really goes Vanitas' way. Not only did he fancy you ,  so d

Miles Away    You were sitting on the back porch watching the birds land at the bird feeders, legs curled beneath you and your hands wrapped around a cup of warm (D/N).  A small smile graced your face, your hair was a mess from just waking up, a gentle breeze blew moving your hair from your face. Ludwig didn't want to disturb you on the peaceful Sunday morning, but he had answered a call minute's before you woke up. He hadn't told you that he had been called in to duty. He didn't want to leave, he had only been back for not even a month he had plans but they were all but swept away. He stood in the kitchen looking out the window at you, he

Gilbert sat in his usual spot on the bus waiting for a specific girl to come on. His 'friend' [Name] always sat with him, and they'd usually end up teasing one another, fighting, or driving the bus driver crazy. They often got called out for being trouble makers, but he didn't mind. Gilbert actually liked doing things with [Name]. Or Chips, as he called her (just to piss her off) But Gott im himmel*, she was pretty attractive, and saying he didn't like her would be a blatant lie. When Gilbert saw her climb on the bus, his face lit up and he scooted over so she could sit. "Hey Chips! Ready to be awesome?" The girl glanced at him and grinned a

Contest Entry for  !TheComicGal-Moved (https://www.deviantart.com/thecomicgal-moved) You. Inches from your face, his breath washes over your cheek and down your neck, warm and reassuring. It smells of Earl Grey tea, his favourite, and reminds you of the many days spent with this man. Roaming London, walking together hand in hand, popping into a café for a quick bite to eat, or simply at your home, lounging together on the couch as he held you close—like today. You’re safe, at home in his lap. There’s nothing to worry about, nothing at all. You’re supposed to be here, resting against his firm chest and held tight around the waist by his arms. You’re con

        There you were again.        Pounding on Allistor's door.        Yelling through the thick oaken barrier for him to open up. It was ten in the morning and, if you knew Allistor, that meant he would still be asleep with a nasty hang over.             "You damn Scot, open the fucking door!" you growled and then finally, after over an hour, a shirtless Allistor opened the door.             "Wha' on Earth doo yeh wan' wooman? Do yeh kno' wha' time et ees?" groaned the Scotsman.    You glared at him, "Yeah, I know what time it is! It’s time for you to sign these bloody divorce papers!"    You waved them in his face, so he

A commission for girafffecupcakes (https://www.deviantart.com/girafffecupcakes). I hope you enjoy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~     You looked over the shoulder of your best friend, Ivan Braginski, as you shoved a black plastic fork into your mouth, taking a bite of the Mac and Cheese on your (favorite color) plate.    In the distance, maybe thirty feet away, you saw a man with a long black coat on, looking over at the table. He had silver-ish blonde hair, but you couldn’t tell much more than that, other than a cowlick, similar to the one in your ex-boyfriend, Alfred’s, hair. He was peering around the corner, as if he were trying to

You walk back inside and sit back down next to Mathew. He dropped his hand on top of your head again and ruffled your hair. "O-ow", you squeaked. "What?" "N-nothing. It's just that, you're petting me alittle ruff", you point out. He smirked and grabbed your chin to turn you to face him and lifted his sunglasses up. You gazed at him, his violent eyes still looked soft and innocent. You gently smile at the now old memory and he crashes his lips onto yours. This caught you off guard. You close your eyes tight and don't kiss back. You didn't want him to think that you condoned this new behavior of his, so you gained up enough courage and pushe

Romano crossed his arms as Francis talked to him, his eyes focused on the ground and lazily ignoring what the Frenchman was saying. "So, will you come with me to the cafe?" "Nope." Francis held his head, groaning. "Did you even listen to me?" "Not really? Look, I'm not interested in whatever scheme you have up your sleeve, French bastard." Romano growled bitterly. Francis sighed. "What if I told you that..." He looked around "I'll give you tomatoes if you do it~!" "That's what Antonio is for." Well so much for that plan. Francis sighed. "You know, you're going to the cafe whether you like it or not." He finally said, grabbing Romano's

World Conferences officially sucked. Or, at least without your best friend Liechtenstein there, they did. Fortunately for you, her handsome older brother and the person you had a huge crush on always attended every single one dutifully. He didn't appear to be particularly interested in you, although he never shot at you when you crossed his lawn. You assumed this was because you were Liechtenstein's friend. "Dudes, let's get this meeting started!" America yelled obnoxiously from the head of the giant meeting table. You noticed Switzerland rolling his bright green eyes, and stifled a small giggle. "Sit down and shut up, America." England s

“Ooooogghhh” *Doooom* A strange feeling of being watched made you breath hard.   *Grr* You didn’t open your eyes thinking you were in a dream.   *Snort!* Something smelled foul. “Yuck!” You sat straight up covering your nose. “Ugh! It smells disgusting!” The smell was like months old trash; filled with maggots and flies.   “Gross!” You looked around to find the repulsive smell when your eyes settled on a white bull. Usually when one sees a white bull they would exclaim, “Oh how pretty~!” But no. This bull had red eyes with black slits for pupils. Its coat didn’t h

“Cuuuuuuhhhh” Your body moved and made sounds but your mind was trapped. “Please don’t do it!” You screamed.   “I have to… the mirror says the debt has to be paid” a figure cloaked in white said.   “But it’s not fair! You cannot take what’s rightfully- no has always been mine!” you yelled incredulously.   You thrashed around in unconsciousness. Fists curled into balls. “I’m sorry” You sneered in disgust. “Sure you are” You looked for any possible way to escape. But there was none. The nightmare would not stop until the white cloaked perso

BTTxReader- I Don't Care If I'm Selfish- P1 Gilbert's arm was around my waist. He was drunk again, and I had to drive him home like always, because he knew for a fact that I don't drink. "Ahahahahaha!" Gilbert was laughing maniacally, and it was creeping me out. "What?" "Bow down to my awesomeness!" "Yes Mr.Awesome, but I have to drive you home first." I shoved him into the backseat, and buckeled him up nice and tightly. I turned the radio on, and drove to his house in silence. Well it was silent except for him singing to the radio. Pulling up to his apartment, I exited my car, opened one of the back doors, unbuckled Gilbert, and pulled hi

You woke up to the sound of footsteps. As you listened they got closer and soon the door opened and revealed Luciano and the guy with the katana. They weren’t alone though. They had a girl in a steady grip between them. She had long brown hair and a pair of purple glasses. She was on the brink of tears and her clothes were a bit ripped, like she had been running through a forest and gotten stuck in some bushes. She had cuts on her arms and just like you red marks after ropes. “Låt mig gå, snälla,” she begged them in some foreign language. They pushed her inside and made her kneel on the floor. She kept beggi

”A Stupid Game” “We can’t play that,” you blurted, and you slid away from the box. You ran into your messy Converse, and you pushed them aside as you brought your knees of to your chest. “We’re definitely not playing that,” you confirmed. Alfred F. Jones slid towards you, angling his head. “Why not? Are you afraid to lose to a hero? Don’t be afraid, (name). I’ll go easy on you.” He crawled over to you, letting his T-shirt dangle down and reveal his attractive lower body. Someone really had to buy that boy a fitted shirt. Also, his messy hair looked like it needed a was

“Bitch, I will kill you if you don’t give me back my damn lollipop,” I growled at my roommate. Gilbert merely smirked at me and licked my lollipop. I jumped from the couch and tackled my albino friend. I had lived with this idiot and his younger brothers for two years now but I had known them both a lot longer. His little brother Ludwig was still at work which meant that Gilbert and I were spending an excessive time together without our designated mediator. “Come now, Frau,” he teased back as he stuck my precious candy in his mouth. “You know that you have a whole collection of these things and I have noth

Germany's Ending- I Overheard a Secret HetaliaXReader   “Ahhh, done”, you sighed, thankfully setting your pencil down. You were finally done with your homework, all of it. It had taken a long time, but you felt a lot better about having it complete. Now, you could do whatever you wanted.   You stood up and stretched, your muscles happy to be moving out of the position you had been in for the past hour or two. You had a lot of pent up energy and you felt like going out for a walk or even a jog if you really need to. You wrote a quick note for your parents and stuck somewhere you were sure they would see it. With that done, you

Oliver opened the door just enough so he could see who was at the door. To be honest, he wasn’t surprised that Luciano was covered in blood and stood on his doorstep, but he was surprised in the fact that it was him, with a non-pet human, and his anemic pet was carrying his other pet. “Two things Oliver, one: we’ve got a new comrade on the way, and two, WHY DO I HAVE A HUMAN TWIN?!” Luciano raised his voice. “Well we all have one, it…” Oliver stopped when seeing the looks of confusion and expectation, so he sighed and opened the door. “Come in…” he mumbled. “You’re n

 Germany brought the sobbing girls inside as she gripped him. He was shocked to see her. How had she gotten away? He brought her into the study shocked by her still sobbing apologies. He pushed her hair back and cupped her cheek softly. “Shush, shush.” He said, “Just stop crying and tell me what happened.” “I…I was asleep…and then…they took me…I didn’t tell them anything I swear!” she said. “I know, I gave you no chance to get information they would want.” Germany said, “It was safer that way.” “Th…they all questioned me…w

You freeze, remembering what happened in the dead of the night, your meeting with Julius, your regained memories of your life as the personification of the long forgotten, long extinct country Etruria. And you remember that all of your friends are like you. You know who – or rather what they are, but they don't know you. They know you as (First Name) (Last Name), but not as Thalina Arinai, your real name, but you prefer the name your parents have given you when they adopted you fourteen years ago due to the lack of a name – and that was because of your loss of memory. You sigh and put down the hairbrush, reaching for the coin a