AmunetofSANITY

Okay, here is my new fanfic idea and for my own sanity it won't be as long as the last. I will clear a few things up. Firstly in the title if I am right a Vates (I think it's pronounces Vay-tez) is an old Irish term for a seer or prophet but why use those words when I can have alliteration! Secondly Norway is just Lukas in here and he is just a normal person, as are any other countries mentioned and they will be referred by human names. Now onward to le story. Maybe some rude language,but nothing too bad up ahead. (Your POV) For the, what it seems, millionth time in the past hour you throw four of your runes into the air praying for a differ

     Your eyes widened as you saw the knife plunge into your boyfriend's stomach, by a different person. The other person, had violet eyes, brown hair with a curl coming out of it, and was wearing a military uniform, with a tiny little hat on his head.     "(B/N) No..." you spoke and the mysterious person started to come towards you, a grin upon his face, until. He plugged his ears. You did too when you heard a loud buzzing noise..     "BEEP. BEEP. BEEP!"     That is when you shot right out of your bed and landed on the wooden floor, your (F/C) nightgown flying up, along with you

“Garou, you’re honestly going to come back as a corpse one day.” He raises an eyebrow, scoffs, and winces as you ram your elbow into his chest. “I’m serious - I know you’re strong and all, but picking fights isn’t worth it. And you’re bound to get in trouble too. The world is against monsters for a reason.” “Baby girl,” he sighs, his breath on your neck as he wraps his arms around you (you can feel his heartbeat against your back: slow, assured), “they’re all amateurs. They're not going to beat me.” “Sorry, couldn’t hear you over the sound of y

Traitor “Hey (name)! ... Hey Garou too, I guess...” Saitama greeted you and your boyfriend. He was immediately told to shush. This is a library for god sakes! Saitama grinned weakly and sat down in a chair in front of the sofa you and Garou inhabited. “Hey, where’s Genos- Oh never mind.” you laughed quietly, seeing the younger boy come up behind the older with a messenger bag filled with books. Genos cheerfully greeted you, while doing a more formal greeting with Garou. “Okay, I got in a few fights, but you don’t have to treat me so formally.” Garou smirked, his arm around your shoulders, kee

“You’re here again?” The shadow that loomed over your seated form didn’t frighten you since you knew exactly who it was. “I got in another fight.” Their answer made you roll your eyes and you spun your chair to face them, tilting your head back to lock your [E/C] orbs with theirs. “Seriously, Garou? Sometimes I think you get hurt on purpose just to see me.” You raised a brow, a hint of amusement glistening in your eyes and the male scoffed in a joking manner. “Don’t flatter yourself, [F/N]. You know I’m fighting those lame heroes.” His lips formed into a cheeky grin a

MAIN STORYLINE: After the defeat and betrayal of Terry by Rock in (with Kain's help) Terry was captured by the crime lords in MOTW. With its hero and saviour gone, South town was once again thrown into chaos as everybody fought for control of its crime organization. Some fought for South town, some fought to get Terry back, while many fought to take power for themselves. Now shortly during this time, the whole crime world of South town has been divided into 3 major organizations, one lead by Billy Kane, who has been laying low during Garou to plan his rise and has inherited Geese’s position as leader of his organization and plans to s

Its been six months. Six months since his last letter. Six months since you last communicated. Six months since he last said “I love you”. Six months since you had any proof he was alive. Six months. - - - - - - - Today was a day of celebration. The radio screamed it, the neighbors grilled it, the cars honked it, and everyone in America – everyone around the world – cheered it at the top of their lungs. From New York City and London to Warsaw and Moscow, the world was giving a breathe of relief because the war was finally over. Germany surrendered. Yet somehow, you would have never believed it if the radio an

шесть: Damned Thoughts       It's dark.  That's the first thing you notice.  The next is that you're cold, but given that it's winter in Russia, it oughtn't come as a surprise.  Slowly, ever so slowly, you peel open your eyelids and find yourself in a dimly lit tent, filled with the groans of wounded men.  Your throat hurts and when you try to sit up you find it painful to move your head.        "No!  Please, just rest, sunflower!" you hear a familiar voice exclaim and your gaze slides over to the side until it lands on Colonel Braginski.        "Wh-what happened...?" you croak out hoarsely and you can see hi