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A Tactician's Family1. FloatA Tactician's Family by FieryFafar
Upon hearing Morgan’s voice cheerfully ringing into her ears, Robin turned around. And when she did, a little scream and a tiny jump burst from the tactician. Standing right in front of her was her future son, yes. But the blue-haired boy wasn’t alone.
On the contrary, Chrom was with him.
Or to be precise, he was floating on top of him.
“I can lift Father!” Morgan beamed joyfully as he swished and swayed his hands. Chrom only flashed a proud smile and posed two thumbs-up at his baffled wife. Despite the fact that he was physically stronger than his son, he was still ever so amazed at the powerful magic that the boy possessed.
Although the two young men were in complete bliss, Robin, on the other hand, felt otherwise. “That’s nice, dear,” she sighed heavily, yet brown eyes now sharp on her floating husband. Caution and worry sipped into her bone at the thought that Morgan might lose his grip and accide
Tickle “So,” White nuzzled his neck with her nose, “if you have the choice to either fly or breathe underwater, which would you choose?”Tickle by FieryFafar
“Mmm…” Pursing his lips in thought, N lightly bonked the back of his head against the headboard and glanced at their bedroom ceiling. His right hand mindlessly caressed her unruly brown hair, fingers sometimes gently unknotted the strands that tangled in his grasp.
White only waited patiently for his answer as if she’d just asked a complicated math question. Giggling such an adorable giggle into his ears, she hugged his torso and pulled herself closer until her breasts were pressed against his bare chest. Her knees that were bent between his legs began to give out as she slid downwards. A few seconds ticked by, and White finally lay on her front. Her lips, one that were now filled with little marks of red, lazily brushed his stomach. A pair of breathtakingly beautiful blue eyes watched him,
Touch “Hey sexy,” she purred lovingly and leaned closer. Her hands still gripping on the front of his shirt, White tugged him forward until their noses almost brushed. A devious smirk curled the edge of her mouth, obviously enticing the young man who was more than eager to close the minimal distance between them.Touch by FieryFafar
“Hey…” N breathed quietly, his voice a mere faint sigh that caressed her lower lip. He gulped again, then held a breath as the young woman on his lap wiggled slightly. He felt her legs slipped around his waist. He felt her warmth firmly pressed against his groin. The close distance between them was torturing him, honestly, for all N wanted to do right now was taste her skin with his lips.
It was dizzying him at every torturous second. And he could clearly see that White was enjoying his suffering.
“Cute.” She licked her lips; that coy little smirk still flashed on her face. Before N could say a word, let alone do
Mud “Why are you two covered in mud?!” White freaked out the second she saw her two children standing before her; their bodies tainted in nothing but brown mud and green grass.Mud by FieryFafar
The two only stood in silence and guilt. One had his fingers tapping together with murmurs slipping through his lips. One was twisting the edge of her shirt with her eyes down on the muddy ground.
White only pursed her lips; a small sense of guilt kicked in to realize that her tone was louder than it should be. Slowly she took a breath, then inhaled quietly in a form of a sigh. With hands on her waist, White cast a stern glare at the twins. “I swear when your father knows about this, you two are in big trouble.”
“Um…mother…” Her green-haired daughter finally broke their silence. Slowly she looked up and faced her, bright blue eyes connected with her own. Without saying another word, the child pointed forward. Or specifically, she pointed at
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Dragons of Ideals and Truths were once one; forced to battle to defend their respective heroes' beliefs.
Now, two different trainers must face their fate and realize that they are so much alike than they could ever imagined...
this story contains:
2. a light-hearted fic with random derp yet serious in some ways
3. a somewhat childish N as story proceeds
4. a definitely badass white
5. the gameverse mode with a twist
AnimalHere we go again,Animal by AmiHeartsYou
I kinda wanna be more than friends.
So take it easy, only
I'm afraid you're never satisfied.
"Yay! I win!" Kotone clapped her hands gleefully.
Silver stared at his palm mindlessly. What was it, his 50th consecutive loss? 70th? He'd lost count. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. No matter, he thought. He'd just have to work harder. He looked up at the grinning pigtailed girl. He won't lose to his...
"Silvy, take me out for icecream!" Kotone walked over, her hands behind her back coyly.
"Wait, w-what?!" Silver stuttered.
"We'll you lost the battle! You'd be a lousy rival if you don't atleast treat me to something." Kotone put her hands on her hip.
Silver's breath hitched. Why did he hesitate? What was he thinking? If Kotone wasn't his rival then what was she to him? A friend? Something more than...
Silver immediately shook his head. "Hell no!" He thought out loud.
How stupid! Kotone would never be anything mor-
Silver was too immerse
In the Works 1. Of getting used to each otherIn the Works by Shido-chan99
"Just kick her ass", They said.
"It'll be easy", They said.
Actually, that wasn't easy at all. And "they" weren't even people, it was himself, and his pride, and his stupidity, if he were to add to the list. Who gave him this idea? He had no idea. He wished he knew, or rather, he wished he had someone to blame other than himself. But when it came down to the cold, hard facts, he thought himself to be the biggest loser in both Johto and Kanto.
Oh, how proud and strong he thought he was. Shouting out to that pigtailed girl in Azalea town, thinking he was the best trainer around.
Oh, how soon he would learn how horribly wrong he was.
And now, he sat in the oh-so-sacred shrine in Ilex forest, Lyra sitting next to him cleaning the very deep, rough cut on his cheek from a viscous razor leaf that sliced his face open due to his confusion infected Bayleef
Rain25 Days of Harvest MoonRain by Masqurade-Chan
Day Five: Rain
The worst part of being a farmer, Jill came to understand, was that there were no days off from the job. You were expected to wake up every morning, water the crops, take care of the animals, and do any other chores that were required to be done. Skipping any days were crucial. Whether or not her health was a factor in such an equation, it sure did take up only a small fraction. However, no matter how impossible, Jill always begged her uncle for at least one day off, but he would ignore her like he didn’t care for her wellbeing.
Neither did the weather it seemed, with how hard it poured that following week.
Completely drenched from the rain, Jill ran for cover inside the barn. She could hear Bell causing a ruckus, most likely throwing a fit because the weather didn’t allow her to be outside. Jill could only rid herself of her soggy gloves an
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hello my darling hello my friends hello im bACK FROM THE DEAD
ok i am hella srry it feels like 84 years since ive been here ahaha...ha..........
tbh im on my internship rn and its on weekdays n eventho my shift ends at 345 its kinda tiring
tho its fun coz im a teacher now ehehehhehehe
a teacher who still screams n squeals over the existence of fictional characters n animes but u get my drift. my internship ends until sept 5 so thats really long and that means REALLY LATE UPDATES AND LESS FREE TIME OR ENERGY TO WRITE A DETAILED THING SO....gom en.....
i hope u guys are doing well! >w< i do miss u guys n da tho eventho my dedication is as brittle as a biscuit. heeeee i just wanna say that eventho i rarely RARELY reply most comments like i used to, i still cherish n love each n every one of them. thanks a bunch for the compliments. thanks a bunch for the support. thanks a bunch for reading n liking my stories. u guys are truly wonderful and i hope all of u have a wonderful day c:
also to make it up for the wtao readers heres a sneak peek ehee
A faint gasp slipped through his lips as N heard the boy’s voice calling for her. A pair of stunned green eyes watched as Cheren ran past Isaac like it was nothing.
Then, an indescribable pain slammed into his chest as he watched him hold her.
His heart felt as if it had stopped. His lungs felt as if they had collected poison. Bright green eyes were glued to the embrace that happened before him. He didn’t hear the threatening growl. He didn’t see the deranged fangs of the Samurott. No. All N could do was sit, his body still as a statue.
For the first time as the moon shone brightly above the dark sky, N finally discovered a new emotion: Heartbreak.
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