The trees slowly swayed in the mid-summer breeze, making everything around the area look beautiful. The horse carridge moved slowly, as the man inside was asleep. Suddenly, the carridge stops.
" Uhhum. Sir, the carridge has arrived at the destination." A man in a black robe spoke.
" Huh." Sleepily, the masked man looked up.
" We have arrived. Now give me my coin." The robed man spoke solomly.
" Heh. I seem to be kind of low on change" The masked man exclaimed and jumped out of the carridge.
"NO! Hey! Guards!! Stop HIM!!" The robed man blew a whistle as the masked man jumped over a dog and sprinted
behind a tavern.
PewDiePie X Reader - One Cold Night Pt. 2 by Leepyr, literature
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PewDiePie X Reader - One Cold Night Pt. 2
Here's Chapter Two of my PewDiePie x Reader fanfiction! Enjoy!
Special Note: I haven't really heard much of Cry's voice before this, so I had to actually do some research on his voice beforehand.
He has a gorgeous voice.
The bus whirred around the corner, it's harsh lights illuminating your and Felix's figures. You blinked your eyes against the momentarily blinding rays. The groaning machine haulted in front of the bus stop.
The two of you rose at the same time, and you felt Felix remove his arm from around you. You reached for your bags, but they weren't there. You looked up and saw Felix handing you your bags.
"Here you go, bro." He sa
PewDiePie x Reader - One Cold Night Part Four by Leepyr, literature
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PewDiePie x Reader - One Cold Night Part Four
Author's Note
Merry Christmas to all of my loyal watchers! I pulled through and managed to write this for you, even if I said I wouldn't! I hope you all enjoy the read! Happy Holidays everyone!
You awaken to a pair of warm arms around you. Where are you? What are you doing here? You try to turn, to stir, but the arms are held quite firm. You sigh, and it is then that you recognize the scent wafting into your nose. Felix! You open your eyes, and you stare straight into the face of the beauty himself. His light brown hair has fallen into his face, and it is quite messed up. Your eyes trail over the contours of his face. Stubble pokes out aga
I Can Feel Again - PewDiePie Fanfic by ExterminatorExploder, literature
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I Can Feel Again - PewDiePie Fanfic
It's been a long time coming since I've seen your face
I've been everywhere and back trying to replace
Everything that I've had, till my feet went numb
Praying like a fool that's been on the run...
"Act natural..." I whispered to myself, letting out a quiet huff. My golden skin looked bronze in the dim lighting, as I quietly paced around the room. Where was he? "He's always late, don't worry.." I murmured, staring at the door in a fit of worry. Did a monster get him? No, no he's just screwing around. "He'd better hurry..." I said aloud. That idiot man swore he'd been here, after not coming here in weeks, he swore. I sighed to myself, thos
All of me - Pewdiepie Fanfic by ExterminatorExploder, literature
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All of me - Pewdiepie Fanfic
"Pewdie, please... say something!" Stephano whispered, pounding on his bleeding friend's chest. It was already over, though. There was nothing he could say, no prayer he could pray, not a single thing he could do. His best friend, the only person who took the time to acknowledge him into something good... was dead. And Stephano had to live with it. It was all his fault.
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Pewdiepie ran through an open door, Stephano walking closely in behind him, protecting Pewdie carefully. "Hurry up, Pewdes." Stephano called, hearing Pewdie rummaging around in the room, carelessly singing a
PewDiePie X Reader - One Cold Night Pt. 3 by Leepyr, literature
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PewDiePie X Reader - One Cold Night Pt. 3
PewDiePie x Reader - One Cold Night - Part Three
You turned around, startled. A golden man sat across the aisle and a seat down from you, and he stared at you with a friendly smile on his face. Everything about him was gold. His skin, his eyes, his hair, his clothing, even the sword in his lap was gold. Behind you, a young man sat, his hands folded neatly in his lap, a small grin planted on his pale face. His eyes were twinkling behind small glasses. His eyes were a soft brown, matching the hair that poked out from underneath a green beret.
"Mr. Chair! Stephano!" You exclaimed as you recognized them immediately. Both men held out fists for
Pewdiepie and you
You are a girl called katey jay (birdiepie) you are 20, you live in Sweden you were originally from Australia. You are a big fan of pewdiepie and you love the game amnesia you could spend all day playing it if you would and you are a good fighter your specialty is swords.
Katey’s preview:
Aww man it’s raining and I’m playing a scary game…what the hell….I better close the doors before the rain comes in…” *so you walk to the veranda doors but you get side-tracked and go outside to look at a shiny thing…but to find it was a bit of rubbish “dam!” you say in dispea
PewDiePie X Reader - One Cold Night by Leepyr, literature
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PewDiePie X Reader - One Cold Night
Here it is! Finally! I know you guys are just dying for it, so I decided to hurry and write one for the night.
You shivered alone in the cool autumn air. It was about seven at night, it was just growing dark, and the bus still
hadn't come around. You wanted to get home. You had just had a long night of shopping, there was that homework
that had to be done before Monday, and you still had to finish cleaning out the living room. Still, you had to get some
new clothes before winter hit.
You leaned back, cracking your back. You didn't know how long you had been standing out there. Your phone was dead, so you couldn't check. Your feet began t
Under His Mother's Wing - PewDiepie Fanfic Ch. 3 by PagesofAngels, literature
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Under His Mother's Wing - PewDiepie Fanfic Ch. 3
Chapter 3
Eloi's piercing silver eyes looked over his sons, silently examining them from a distance. The corners of his mouth curled upwards into a warm, almost proud smile. Neither of the brothers knew why their father was there, but neither of them liked it. Stephano protectively stepped in front of Gonzales, whose bleeding shoulder was beginning to stain his entire sleeve red. Eloi saw the wound and took a few steps closer, forcing the siblings to back themselves against a wall.
"Here, Gonzales," He said, dropping onto one knee in front of the boys; his voice dripped with a heavy French accent. "Let me see it." Eloi offered his hand to t