Hey everyone!!! This chapter is going to a bit shorter that normal!!! Well this is going to be the last chapter. I know that it sucks, but that just the way it is. But on with the story, so please don’t kill me!!!
Zebra smiled, kissed his forehead and went into a deep and happy sleep.
Normal POW:
Komatsu awoke, when Zebra stirred in his sleep, pulling him closer. He couldn’t believe how right it felt to be in his protecting embrace. He felt so calm and safe, as if he belonged there. Zebra suddenly jumped up, startling Komatsu from his trance. “What’s wrong Zebra-san?” He asked a little confused. “It&
Hey guy’s I know this was fast but who cares. Hope you like it!
This is where I left of last time: What had Toriko said to him that made HIM blush like that?
Zebra POW:
“What the fuck are you planning Toriko?” Zebra asked with annoyance dripping from his voice. “Nothing much, but I’m getting a little irritated of your little ‘sneak a peek’ game that you and Komatsu have been playing” Toriko countered with just as much annoyance in his voice as Zebra. “This has been going on for, what, 4 months already? It’s getting a little old, don’t you think. I mean everybody has notic
Zebra POW:
It had all started in the Gourmet Pyramid, when Komatsu had been hit by the Nitro, and almost gotten himself killed. Zebra had felt as if his heart had been torn from his chest and ripped to shreds. Never in his life had he felt so torn between hate and sorrow. He wanted to kill the Nitro for trying to kill Komatsu, but he also wanted to fall onto his knees and cry for the loss of the Smaller male. But like always, his anger won over the sadness. He and Toriko had killed the Nitro in a combo attack, but Zebra had still felt so empty, so lost. When he had heard Komatsu's weak heartbeat, he had almost leapt with joy. But he stopped
Horse Hetalia x Horse Reader: Prologue: Auction by DelaneytheDragon, literature
Literature
Horse Hetalia x Horse Reader: Prologue: Auction
(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color ~~ “They called it a ‘gun’,” the oldest colt told you sometime later. It was the black one, blaming himself for wanting to go exploring and ending up in this situation. He shook his mane, the bright star on his forehead standing out brilliantly even in the dim dawn's light. “That’s what made that terrible shattering sound. They have sticks with lightning bolts in them that hurt if they touch you. ‘Cattle rods’, the stallions called them. They told us it was a gun that killed him, because he refused to be quiet and get behind the metal fence...and they didn't need him anyway.” You were grooming all the foals in a clockwise pattern, taking turns to make sure they all felt secure, one at a time. The conversation had started simply enough; the pinto colt had been nervously explaining that he didn’t know what the strange contraption was on his face, and the other foals were now wearing similar things. “How did
Mating Dance (Tokoyami Fumikage x Reader) by LordSister, literature
Literature
Mating Dance (Tokoyami Fumikage x Reader)
"Here we have the stoic Tokoyami Fumikage in its natural habitat. After a long week of overall aloofness and 'revelry in the dark,' the Tokoyami Fumikage may sleep for hours on end, letting down its guard in the safety of its nest." Biting your lip against the giggles that threatened to escape, you zoomed in on your boyfriend's sleeping face. He was so cute when he was sleeping, you couldn't resist filling up your phone storage with pictures and video of him.
All week, you had been putting together a sort of nature documentary on Tokoyami. Without him realizing it, you had taken videos of him eating, sparring, even just taking notes. You did