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the duck and the knight chapter 6CHAPTER 6: introducing PT generation B
Once upon a time there was a man who loved to right tragic stories. He wrote one about a prince who lost his heart, and a magical ballerina princess who gave him his heart back. But some how the characters managed to create their own ending and that made him mad. So he decided to write a new story so he could mess with the poor children that once were and will the new PT generation.
"who are you" Asked Marcely confused. 'oh! where are my manners? you may call me Drosselmeyer!' said the voice. "I see.. so.. what do you want with me?" said she. "oh im sure you know the story of the cat prince.' he said. "huhg? but that makes no sense! YOU DIDN'T ANSWER MY QUESTION!!!" she demanded. 'but they both fell out of the story and the youngest one lost his heart!' said he. "ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?" she shouted annoyed.
'And unfortunately the story stops there, and only princess tutu can get it started again..' said the voice. "princess tutu?" she asked
the duck and the knight chapter 5CHAPTER 5: it begins again
Once upon a time there were two princes. The youngest prince had to take care of the kingdom for three years while his father was at war. Mean while the oldest prince studied to take whole of his father's place. Only the prince was much to young to run a kingdom all by him self so he asked his brother if he would do it, but before he could say anything a sorcerer cursed the oldest brother in to being a cat and took the youngest prince still beating heart. And with that fell out of the story, and only princess tutu can get it started again.
Nine years have passed since the father and daughters day festival and now little Marcely is.. "A grown lady!!!" Marcely shouted. "I can take care of my self dad! I can go have a life at the academy! I//. have lots of friends there! so please!... don't make this even more harder than it already is!" she claimed. "Um..Marcey.. hegh.."Fakir giggled "i didn't say anything.." he said sarcastically. "oh you didn't?" s
the duck and the knight chapter 4CHAPTER 4: The father and daughter festival
Once upon a time there was a famous man who had a little daughter, the man had no time for his daughter so he left her with her ant. Years passed and the girl returned to her father and as they lived together the man found out that there was nothing more important than his "little princess".
Three years past and Marcely went outside to play, alone that is, for her mother was to much occupied to be with her, and it was far more than clear that her father wouldn't be able to play ether, he was in the middle of writing a story, although if she asked him he would say yes , he would be more than happy to play, but Madoka-chan was to much a good girl to ask him. So she went outside, maybe there was something fun to do wile her parents were inside.
And wen she reached the center of town she saw some people putting some tents, and signs, the signs said "THE FATHER AND DAUGHTER FESTIVAL" -i know what your thinking. How the hell can a four year old rea
the duck and the knight chapter 3CHAPTER 3: mommies favorite song
Once upon a time there was a young princess and a young prince. Who were destined to be married. So their parents decided that they would meet every summer in hopes that one day they would fall in love. Eventually they did, but an evil sorcerer cursed the princess in to being a swan by day and a human by night. And she waited in a quiet lake beneath the forest in hopes that one day the prince would find her.
A year later, when summer was almost their, the cherry blossoms were blooming and Fakir went out for a walk, he needed to get his mind of things, for earlier: "Come on Fakir you've bin working all day! its such a beautiful day. Why not go outside?" demanded Duck "why don't you go outside?" he replied."Oh im going outside! but first i had to get you out off the house!" she laughed. "ok..ok! im going" he said sarcastically. "thanks muffin! ill be out there in a minute!" she giggled. And that's what he did.
"FAKIIIIRRR!!!" Duck screamed. She was holdin
the duck and the knight chapter 2CHAPTER 2: white darkness
Once upon a time a man and woman swore love to each other and got married. Then wen they were about to have a baby she dyed because fate had other plans for them, and by separating them was fates way of saying "it just isn't meant to be".
It was a cold winter day -Christmas Eve if i may ad- Duck and Fakir went out shopping for the holidays. Rue-chan and Myotho were coming over spend Christmas at there house, and because it was Duck's most favorite time of the year she was happy to spend it with her friends and family. They had such a good time picking out presents and eating free samples at the mall.
When they got home they found Rue-chan and Myotho were already there."Rue-chan! Myotho-senpai! im so glad you came!" she said driving with joy. "were happy to see you Duck" said Myotho."oh! Duck! your so big! can i touch your tummy?" Rue asked. "sure you can Rue-chan!" said duck."i don't know why but there something so wonderful about it" said Rue softly.
the duck and the knight chapter 1 fan fictionCHAPTER 1: back to their true selves
Once upon a time there was a man who dyed. The man enjoyed writing tragic stories. One day he wrote one about a prince who lost his heart and princess who returned it back and a knight who couldn't protect the princess, and a princess raised on ravens blood. In the end they all developed the capacity to change the story from a tragic ending to a happy one. But even if they defeated the man, evil was still lurking upon them..slowly just waiting to be discovered.
"ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A DUCK NAMED DUCK (duh!) WHO TURNED IN TO A HUMAN GIRL WITH THE POWER OF TRUE LOVES KISS" And just as Fakir wrote Duck turned in to a girl again. "FAKIR! YOU DID IT! IM HUMAN AGAIN!" she said excited. But Fakir just stud their staring(blush)."fakir? whats...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!":nose bleed: She shrieked. Then Fakir hugged her and before they knew it they were both laughing.
Then 2 months past when.."Fakir where gonna have a baby.." she said softly."Oh! that's great
Sebastian x Child! Reader: Her Butler, Proud
Sebastian x Child! Reader
Her Butler, Proud
It was nearing twilight as the last fractals of light disappeared into the nighttime clouds of a periwinkle sky. Carriages clattered noisily through the streets of London chauffeuring the elite of society to the nearest theaters and other forms of entertainment.
From the depths of the large city a single stately house sat in mild splendor, with warm light wafting through large clear-cut windows. From within the home, a couple finished dressing to the nines and made their way down to the entryway where their Butler awaited to help them into their coats.
The Master of the house- a nearly twenty-five year old Ciel Phantomhive- regally shrugged into his overcoat, before holding out his arm to his wife. With an intelligent light blue eye the man gazed at her, before once more returning his attention to the statuesque figure dressed in black.
“We’ll return after the oper
2P!FACE x Child!Reader - Catch Me If You Can
You were at your room, completely feeling bored since everyone's busy. That's when you thought that they'll play with you by force if you do so. So you entered their rooms and took their t-shirt that has their flag pattern on them.
Oliver looked at you you, only to see you wearing his Britain flag patterned t-shirt.
"Oh no, poppet! I'm still wearing that!" Oliver said as he walks towards you but you quickly ran away.
"Catch me if you can!"
Your father chased you around the house for no more than two and a half hours but you really had fun. Oliver took a break from the chase and you did your victory dance.
Allen turned away from the t.v, only to see you wearing his American flag patterned t-shirt.
"I was looking all over for that! Thank for finding it doll." Right before Allen could even come near you, you ran away.
"Catch me if you can!"
The chase lasted for a minute, having Allen tripped over which game him a nosebleed.
2P!England x Child!Reader - Tell Me A Story 4
"Yes poppet?" Oliver smiled as he place the tray of cupcakes on the counter.
"Tell me a story."
"Sure thing poppet~! You can take a seat if you like."
"I'll just sit on the floor~" you sat down and looked up at your father, waiting for him to start.
"Once upon a time, there lived a five family rabbits. One rabbit is the father named OllieBunny, the uncle named FranBunny, the oldest son named MatBunny, the other son named AlBunny and the cute daughter named [Nickname]Bunny."
"Wait, why am I called AlBunny?" Allen asked, who was sitting beside you.
"Shut up, AlBunny!" Oliver smiled, "Now where was I? Oh! Right! One day, they went out to get carrots to eat but EvilBunny came and took all of the carrots. The family became sad because they're so hungry. Then the next day, they went to the EvilBunny's house and killed him so they can eat the carrots and live their lifes. The end!"
You, Allen and Matthieu clapped.
Reactions (Levi x Reader)
Levi never smiles.
That was a fact all of the Legion has accepted. It was difficult to get a laugh from him, even if it was just a tiny smile.
Therefore, it became your personal mission to get him to.
"What? How to get him to smile?" Hanji laughs, patting you on the shoulder, "I don't think you'll ever succeed on doing that." You frown, thinking hard.
"Well, I could at least, you know, try." They tap a finger on their chin, an amused expression on their face. After a long moment, they snap their fingers, a wide smile pulling at the corners of their lips.
"Are you kidding me?" you deadpan, pinching the bridge of your nose with your forefinger and thumb.
"What? I've seen him smile when he sees cleaning supplies! I'm sure it's bound to work!" Hanji beams, and you sigh.
"Fine, fine. I'll go get them," you say, and you
2p!child!America x reader x 2p!child!Canada-SitterPlease, make sure you have time to read this before you start >w< It is long as hell and has a shit load of cuss words and some stuff sexually said, nothing done, but probably still not suited for the average child XD Enjoy~!
You, a seventeen year old, were one of the 'best' babysitters in your city. Parents would almost literally throw money at you to babysit their kids. The reason for the quotes around the word best is because, you weren't that good. You didn't even like kids, but it did pay. That was all that mattered.
Those who truly knew you, would call you a troubled teen. You didn't believe that though. You felt that others thought, just because you weren't clean cut and perky, that you were troubled. You weren't. Sure, you might stay out late, cussed out a few adults before, and have a drink or two with friends. You didn't think those were grounds to call you troubled. Your parents thought you were fine.
Their names were Tino and Berwald. You thought you t
Stupid Cat (Jealous America x Reader x Americat)
Stupid Cat (Jealous!America x Reader x Americat)
*Disclaimers; Little bit of cussing up ahead but not enough to put a restriction on, also quite a few POV changes, Other than that enjoy :3*
~~~Third Person POV~~~
Alfred was happy that you had moved in with him, he truly was, after all it is normal for a couple to share a house after sometime dating. He got to spend more time with you and show his affection towards you more often, however so did his stupid obese cat.
The same stupid cat that has been hoarding you attention ever since you got here, the same god-damn cat that attacks him if he gets too close to you, the same annoying cat that gets away with EVERYTHING!, and to put it simply it was pissing him off.
Alfred peered around the wall, cheeks puffed out and lips forming a pout as he glared daggers at the fat fur ball on your lap.
To no surprise you were focu
ExtremeDrunk!2P!America x Child!Reader - Numb
You were sitting across the table with Allen who appeared to be really drunk. It was less than an hour for him to drink a glass of beer, whiskey and four bottles of vodka. And like every other time, you had your camera with you.
Allen was so drunk that he'd ask you if you'd like some from time to time but you refused after what your father told you about what happens if you drink alcohol. It was scary.
Oliver and Francois were out and Matthieu was sleeping upstairs.
"Do you... Do you have *hic* your camera?" Allen asked.
You nodded and took out your camera.
"Good!" Allen stoop up, "Video me singing*hic* Numb."
You nod again, hoping that he'd not remember what he did tomorrow. You pressed the record button and waited for whathe's going to do.
"What you're tired and you want to
Feel lost in a very hypocritical human face!
I do not know what I want!
The pressure of walking shoes!
It caught just below this one!
I did all the steps, you're wrong
Just take the role of the toes!" Allen sand a
Infectus [Hunger Games!AU] | Levi x Reader
Your body trembled; anxiety reaching high levels as you swallowed hard, inhaling deeply in a weak attempt to calm yourself. In the world you lived in-- the one you desperately wished to be normal, there was something that should have never existed.
Twenty-four people were chosen. It didn’t matter who they were-- they were tributes. They were young. They were innocent.
But it only lasted for so long.
You had always managed not to get chosen, thankfully, but every time the drawing happened, you were on the edge of insanity. This time had been no different.
Silence among the crowd, your blood ran cold at a familiar word.
Desperation brought out the worst in people. Everyone did whatever was necessary to survive, regardless of the consequences. You never wanted to become like that. You swore to never succumb to such actions.
But you had to.
Like everyone else, you had something-- someone to live for. And you certainly wouldn’t go without a fight.
At first, you wanted
2P!FACE x Child!Reader - Talent Show
You looked up at the notice board on the school hallway that has a new paper pinned to it. 'Talent Show'. The title of the paper said. You smiled brightly, taking your pen, writing your name on the blanks below. "[y/n] kirk-Oof!"
You looked up and see the person who pushed you. It was a girl, same age as you. Hair blond with bright blue eyes, yet you can see the arrogance on her face.
"Like, move away loser!" she said, in disgusted as she write her name on the blank "Come on, Jane~"
"I-I'll catch up with you later." the girl behind her said.
The blonde nodded and skipped away.
"I'm sorry about that." The girl helped you get up "I-I'm Jane and the girl who pushed you was Sarah.
"That's okay~ I'm [y/n]~" you smiled then walked up to the notice board and complete your last name, "land~!"
"I-I'm really sorry!" Jane blurted.
You turned to her. "Don't be sorry. You're not the one who did it."
"B-But S-Sarah always blame m-me"
"And why is that?"
"W-Well... Sarah's father is a millionare which
the duck and the knight chapter 1
CHAPTER 1:going back to their true selves
Once upon a time there was a man who dyed. The man enjoyed writing tragic stories, but ironically none of them pleased him. One day he decided to grab a duck, a knight, a prince ,and a raven princess to create a story. In the end the characters he thought were bound to produce tragic happenings ended up controlling there own story. And so the man gave up on them, but destiny had the last laugh. Is it that now a new evil force will control their lives.
It was close to sun set and Fakir was still walking around in circles around the room and Duck following him."Come on Fakir!" she demanded "Idiot! do you know how dangerous this is?" he said worried "Oh! don't worry! everything will be just fine!" she said. He stared at her, for he wasn't so sure."Please Fakir? its just a little story!" she said with those cute puppy eyes that no one can resist. "Alright! lets give this a shot!" he said confident.
And so he wrote:
ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A DUCK
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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