Heidi-leefy

  A voice speaks to you from beyond the dark void. You are used to it, yet you still cannot place who it belongs to. "Read description at the end of the story, please. It will give you some insight on a certain part of the story. Also, there is slight nudity, nothing too scaring. Fair warning," the voice calmly said, sounding a bit tired this time around. It paused for a moment before sighing heavily. The voice continued, "If you have any requests, please write them in the comments. It would be a benefit to write what you, as readers, would like. Also, please give constructive criticism. It would be good to know what can be improved for the n

~Drip, drip, drop Little April shower Beating a tune As you fall all around~ “I think it’s gonna rain today” Haruta chirped as he looked up at the sky. The clouds were gathering and growing dark in color. They were no longer soft-looking and white, but ragged and dark grey. “I gotta get the laundry before it rains!” (y/n) shouted as she took down the dry clothing that had hung to dry on the clothing line that sat on the deck of the Moby Dick. The two rushed to recover everyone’s clothing as the rain gently began to come down in a light sprinkle. “I don’t like rain!!” Haruta whine d as t

[Name] tightly clutched her shoulders while whimpers escaped her mouth. She sat in a dark ally away from society. She didn't care if she had to go back to work in a few minutes- all she wanted to do was be alone. She had a rough day that consists of personal things she didn't want to speak off. It was like bad luck has decided to curse her care-free and cheery attitude on the day of her birthday. “God...” [Name] whispered in a frustrated tone as she banged the back of her head against the brick wall, “What did I do to deserved this?” She was only answered with silence. There was no response but the sound of dripping

"Happy Valentine's Day!" Y/N walked through the streets of the island the Whitebeards had recently made port, smiling at all the couples holding hands around her. She could hear the boys arguing behind her, with the occasional chuckle or reprimand from the first mate - ever the "professional". She stopped in front of a bakery, taking in the array of brightly colored cookies, cakes and dipped fruits. It had been a while since she'd had anything sweet, maybe she could squeeze a few extra beli out of Marco to buy one? "Keep moving, we got stuff to buy!" Thatch grabbed her shoulders, making her yelp in surprise. "We need supplies and I'm sure y

Smoker glared and watched the students scramble into the school. The school opened some years ago and was literately some bullshit excuse to have more unity amongst the different sides in the town. It was a good theory on paper but in action it was a bit…iffy. You had Marine cadets with kids with records and kids whose pasts were mystery to anyone along with kids from powerful families and finally casual civilians. It was a recipe for disaster if you asked him. Most of these kids were trouble the moment they stepped onto the grounds. But one, in his opinion, was dangerous. Mainly because she was so unassuming and chipper that she’

_____________________ happily walked all over the neighborhood. It was taking her awhile but she was slowly getting acquainted with her whole family. Today however, she was just going to take it easy and explore the neighborhood while getting Thatch his ingredients for tonight’s meal. Thatch was very specific in what he wanted and gave her a list and more than enough money. She didn’t know what a hot pot was but Thatch said he needed to make sure there was enough for everyone. She hummed while she walked and took her time to look around and things. She loved explore and often found cool and interesting in alleys and tight corners

Everyone in the Whitebeard home knew of the unwritten occurrences and rituals of the house. Izo always look fabulous, from the moment he gets up to the moment he goes to bed. Never be around when Atmos wants to cook dinner. Ace will eat everything in sight, therefore don’t be near him or Luffy during meal times. Pops is not to go over his daily sake intake, no matter how much he begs, Curiel practices his shooting at around one in the afternoon so either stay clear or wear earplugs. Fossa only smokes cigars. But one that was starting to pop up was _________________ was Marco’s duckling. After her morning duties, she often tag alon

Dirt flies in the smoke-filled air. Bombs explode as a crescendo of bullets fill the streets. The maniac laughter of the pirates fills the air. A mother screams as her child bleeds out from a gunshot wound. A father tries to bargain for his children’s lives as they cower behind him. The trigger pulls and the roar of a nearby explosion covers the sound. The children scream, tears streaming from their eyes as their faces contort in horror and fear, and the man behind the gun laughs. Everyone is running. Running after something, or away. Blood curdling screams fill your ears. A young girl cries by a corpse. The corpse bears a resemb