First story here, and I hope you enjoy this! Ideas are welcome! You are the daughter or little sister to these deadly mercs, how will your life be? Well found out by reading these crazy scenarios! And I'm making Pyro a guy.

X readers of Amine or whatever.

Back before there was anything, two brothers faded into existence. There names were Notch and Herobrine. They began to create a world together. Notch created the day, with the sun while Herobrine created the night with the moon. Notch created animals like pigs, chickens and sheep while Herobrine created trees. They built a castle to rule over the land they made, to make sure all was well Then Notch made life. He gave humans intelligence and free will so that they could decide their own fate. The humans built villages, churches and farms. Notch created rain to make harvests successful. Unfortunately, when Herobrine found out what his brother had done, he was furious. The two brothers began to argue. Arguing lead to the fight. Herobrine made monsters to aid him. There were Zombies, Skeletons, Spiders and Creepers. Oh how Herobrine laughed at Notch's horrified face as he transformed his pigs into destructive Creepers. Thankfully, Herobrine ended up losing the fight. Notch couldn't bring himself to kill his brother so Notch banished Herobrine to the Nether forever. Steve is a young Minecraftian, made in Herobrine's image. Steve hated having to kill and avoided doing so whenever possible. He waited for the monsters to attack him first, which lead to injuries and scars but Steve didn't care. He was happy. Until Herobrine had begun to stalk him. Steve suffered from terrifying nightmares and struggled to get to sleep. Sleep came with fear. Why would Herobrine even waste a second on Steve? He wasn't anything special. Why didn't he go for a stronger target? Herobrine wouldn't waste his time on Steve...would he? PLEASE DONT ASSOCIATE THE NOTCH IN THIS STORY WITH REAL LIFE NOTCH!!!

⚠CURRENTLY BEING RE-WRITTEN AND UPDATED⚠ It's a one shot pile, guys. Random one shots of the mercs. That's it. Idk what else you were expecting. Very indulgent. Sometimes ignores canon but mainly only small bits are ignored.

well... hi. first x reader. lol. smut and lemon. Allot of magic and some depression stuff and Neko reader. Peace out Notes: (y/n) your name. Most of them are one shots. Request are closed (h/c) hair color (h/l) hair length (e/c) eye color (C/n) cat name Since i suck at writing in the you form i will write in first person. Thanks!

There aren't enough tf2 fanfics where the reader is male so I'm taking matters into my own hands. Please read the rules before requesting, and enjoy! Characters belong to Valve Corp.

Not gonna lie, your situation could almost be seen as 'sad.' Getting a job as a mercenary isn't too bad, what's really sad is becoming a psychopath's assistant.

Matthew just wanted to be remembered, that's all. Since he is always beat up and ignored he has always wanted at least a bit of the attention, but he will always be a shadow. He finally loses it on the day of his birthday. Every single person walked by him and had asked him to help with Alfred's birthday instead!!! Matthew is furious and leaves the house in hate and anger. Until an accident happens. Amnesia, that's what he now has. Alfred, Arthur and Francis are devastated and will do anything to fix their crumbling family by starting with fixing every wrong they've done to Mattie. Will it all be in vain?

Canada has been one of the world's most successful fighter pilots for years, not that anyone knows... WWI, WWII and current day.

REQUESTS: OPEN Various 'x reader' oneshots between you and your favourite primis/origins character! **I DO NOT OWN BLACK OPS OR ANY GAME IN THE CALL OF DUTY FRANCHISE NOR THE CHARACTERS, ONLY THIS STORY. ALL OF THE RIGHTS GO TO TREYARCH, RAVEN SOFTWARE AND N-SPACE FOR CREATING AND DEVLOPING THIS GAME**