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Thief King Bakura x Reader - chapter 1Thief King Bakura x Reader -
Nothing really important, I just want you to know you're 17 here. I'll just put _________ for your name. I haven't made up a name for the fic yet, I doubt if It'll have a name since I suck at making up one, if you do an awesome idea. Furthermore, please bear with my English and writingstyle; I'm no native and this is the first thing I ever wrote so there...
You were sitting at the palace's entrance stairs. It was one of those boring afternoons there was no work to do. Your job as one of the pharaoh's servants was highly wanted and even though you were lucky with it, you didn't like your job much.
You've always wanted to know what it was like to go to places far from the palace. In your whole life you had never been outside of your village. Suddenly you heard a noise, followed by a giggle. You turned your head to see Ain. She had a dissapointed look in her eyes ''Aaaw... I wanted to surprise you''. Ain was like a little siste
Thief King Bakura x Reader/OC: Chapter OneBakura x Reader
I'm adding reader inserts now! But it's still semi-OC, sorry! ^.^ Also, I edited a little more
I apologize for certain inaccuracies in Egyptian culture, such as the fact that children in Ancient Egypt did not wear clothes until they were over twelve, and the fact that she actually would have started fetching water at four or so, but I needed to make it a bit more compatible with Western culture, so please bear with it those of you who are more educated in Egyptian matters!
Alright, my original character's name is Tadina (full name Tadinaferer, but that's far too wordy), and she has dark hair and blue eyes, but I'm adding reader inserts after becoming more aware of their prominence in fanfiction, so use the OC or yourself mentally, whichever you prefer! Alright, this character's grandparents migrated from the Apennine peninsula to escape a tribal war, so the character does have a lighter complexion t
Thief King Bakura x Reader: Chapter 2 Thieves and Murderers:
Pirates of the Desert
(You are now seventeen) You were sitting quietly, waiting for your senior maid to finish the noble lady's large, pharaoh-imitating headdress, which fit her about as well as a jeweled collar fit a goat. She was attending a party of the pharaoh's, celebrating the height of the sun's rule; summer solstice.
"What?" snapped Anahashpat shrilly.
In hurried submission, you responded, "Oh, I just had to sneeze."
She reseated herself, looking rather nettled, but you felt no penitence for her irritation. The burning, spiteful sun bore down on the back of her other servants, and she did not think about them twice. Luckily for you, the vain Anahashpat only wanted pretty, soft maids to attend her personally, and you were saved from the manual labor. While she was gone, your mistress left you in charge of the caring of the manor, and would be doing so that very evening. You appreciated the shade, but it irked you that Anahash
Thief king Bakura x Reader - Chapter 4Thief king Bakura x Reader -
So I the last chapter was really short so for my average I shall now make: A LONG CHAPTER!
When you woke up from being unconscious, you'd found yourself completely tied up. A not as low as usual irritated voice spoke to you ''finally awake, are we?'' It didn't take you long to recall your memories before you passed out and you asked ''what do you want from me? You needed Ain not me''. ''We'll see what use you can be of'' the thief said. ''Now how many times have I asked you; what's your damn name alright?'' he looked down upon you with a not too friendly face... You imagined why he'd be angry with you, and the only thing you couldn't remember quite clear was where you have kicked even though you were almost sure where you had kicked him. You chuckled and said with a slightly taunting voice ''I'll tell you my name, if you tell me where I've kicked you. You don't seem too happy, or is that just your usual face?
Thief king Bakura x Reader - Chapter 3Thief king Bakura x Reader –
I want the romance to come but I chapter 4 promises more romantic stuff… As I said in the previous chapter, this chapter will involve a plot twist
Please do keep reading *^* That’s all.
Somewhere far in the dessert the thief’s horse suddenly stopped. After catching up with him you’ve been following him till now. You also stopped your horse and quickly hid behind a rock. After you also safely hid your horse, you peeked at his every action. The thief got off the horse, stretched and then took Ain off the horse. Before he let go of Ain he asked sarcastically ''do I need to tie you up or will you be a good girl and do as I say until the deal is fulfilled?’’ Ain only sat down, pulled her knees up and said ‘’you won’t get away with this.’’ To which he replied ‘’that’s where you’re wrong. I will get away with this, with all t
Thief King Bakura x Reader -Chapter 2Thief King Bakura x Reader-
You are now in the throneroom.
Standing to fetch things if needed. I don't have anything to say...
You were standing next to Ain at dinner. The pharaoh summoned wise men from all over the country to discuss a problem: The so called 'king of thiefs'. Even though you were just standing there to get new food and wine, you overheard every word they said. One sentence scared you in particular: Men, I have summoned you all here for a problem we can not underestimate; The 'King of thieves' he's very dangerous and he might be closer than we can imagine. They dicussed many ways to take the thief out and many things he had done. You started to doubt what you said earlier that day, so he was really dangerous... Not just a show-off. His deeds sound horrible and now he's closer than we can imagine?
The men discussed till deep in the night, they had found a plan.
Everybody stood up but freezed when they heard a voice say ''Not so f
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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