trublkat

[Verse 1: First things first, I’m the best, Drop this and let the whole of Germany feel it (let them feel it) And I’m still in the fighting business I could hold you down, like I’m givin’ lessons in history (right, right) You should want a hunky guy like this (huh?) Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah) Cup of beer, cup of beer, can of beer I’m so cool, I’m worth the whole world Takin’ all the liquor straight, you should all follow me (awesome me!) Rooftop like we bringin’ 1525 back (what?) Bring the hooks in, where the cute yellow bird at? Beer spillin’, you should taste that,

NOTE: This story takes place during Chapter 124, and as noticeable I have changed the plot. Your character is in place as Nanami; so it's as if you are playing Nanami herself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was hard. Having to choose between having to live on Mt. Kurama (with Jirou ;)) for the rest of your life as a recluse; with your life still intact, or return to the human world, free (with Tomoe ;)), where you would only have another six months to be able to enjoy life to the fullest. It was true that Tomoe had been the centre of your affection, throughout the many months of

Shifting onto your other side, your face beamed with a small grin upon viewing Matthew’s face while he slept; he looked so peaceful and calm when he slept, which was a change from his normal shyness, although really both were adorable. Smiling more at the thought, you brought your hand up from underneath the blankets and moved some hair from in front of his eyes and up around his ear; and your movement had been enough to slightly tickle his cheeks, because almost immediately after you had touched him, he scrunched up his nose with a tiny pout and buried his face into your shoulder; still half asleep. Biting your lip to keep from ‘

Turning over, you smiled slightly upon seeing Allistor’s sleepy face; as this was one of the only times when he wasn’t looking bored or cocky. He was laid with face down, with his head facing you while his arms hugged yourself, and the pillow his head rested on. Softly laughing at his cute, small snores with his mouth parted slightly; he was brought of his sleep when he heard you trying to repress your small giggles, as he half opened his eyes and gazed at your smiling figure. You only laughed harder when he raised both eyebrows at you; as he looked rather funny with his tired eyes and weakly raised eyebrows (kinda like looking h

Softly turning over in your bed, so as not to wake the sleeping figure next to you; you soon came face to face with the incredibly cute sleeping face of your fiancé Arthur Kirkland (or England dependant on what you prefer). He was laid on his side with his left arm supporting your head instead of the pillow; his eyebrows were drawn together as if he were looking at something distasteful while his mouth was drawn into a small pout. What was cutest was that small murmurs of ‘scones’ and ‘tea’ that would occasionally come from his mouth, upon which bringing forth small giggles on your part at how adorable he turned o

The early morning light slowly worked its way through the curtains in the small room; eagerly bringing you out of your sleeping state and ignorantly pulling you into the world of consciousness. Slowly opening your tired eyes, you were met with the harsh rays of sunlight shining upon your face; leaving you to quickly close your eyes and slightly scrunch your face in distaste. You buried your face back into your cosy pillow that you had happened to steal some time in the night from the mountain of pillows that you and your significant other shared. Speaking of significant others you groggily reopened your eyes and tiredly rolled your body over

Warning: This story does contain minor swearing. I didn't put a restriction on it, because I don't believe that it's at the level to need restrictions. If you do not like to read stories that contain any form of swearing then DO NOT continue. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Moving quickly over towards the wooden cabinet, located on the other side of the chamber; Arthur gently picked up a small vile filled out with a peculiar concoction of swirls and colours, mixed in the form of crushed stones and liquids. This colourful piece of magic is what Arthur had been working hard on for the

Warning: This story does contain minor swearing. I didn't put a restriction on it, because I don't believe that it's at the level to need restrictions. If you do not like to read stories that contain any form of violence then DO NOT continue. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After having been made to stay in the hospital under rather light security for the next 4 weeks, you were permitted to be signed out of the hospital. Having stayed there for so long was to allow the muscle and tissue to be able to repair itself and grow back, although you were left with a rather large scar running

Warning: This story does contain violence/ minor gore and harsh swearing. I didn't put a restriction on it, because I don't believe that it's at the level to need restrictions. If you do not like to read stories that contain any form of violence then DO NOT continue. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Reader’s POV) Time: 4:57am Hearing multiple murmuring around you slowly brought you out of your unconscious state and back to reality. Keeping your eyes closed and straining to hear the voices around you, it sounded to be multiple voices arguing back and forth with each other; two s

Warning: This story does contain violence/ minor gore. I didn't put a restriction on it,because I don't believe that it's at the level to need restrictions. If you do not like to read stories that contain any form of violence then DO NOT continue. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “AHHHH!” she sat up straight in her bed, breathing heavily almost as if she’d run a marathon. Sweat drenched the sheets under her and covered her body. Every night was the same, since that one dreadful night. She would wake in the middle of the night in a cold sweat remembering that terrifyi