Dance With The DevilDance With The Devil3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The music floats through the air, happily and lazily without a second thought. Every note wafts into the listener's ears as the hourglass figures of elegant women pressed to dashing men flit around. Women's skirt fabric shifts in my ears as does the shuffling of the men's feet. Everything seems like it's out of a fairy tale, like the kind mother would read to me if I behaved that day. All the girls perfect, the opposite sex their mirror image but in what they desire, everything seems so perfect.
As it should, after all this is a Phantomhive ball held at the newly restored Phantomhive manor. Why shouldn't they all glide around the floor like the meaningless pawns they are, mere decoration in my vile name. Let them dance, let their ignorance scar me further for tonight is a night of 'celebration' as my Aunt Red calls it. To be honest I have no idea what could possibly be 'celebrated' in the return of my person. She calls it a blessing I call it another adjective. Either way one slices it
Pregnant! Reader X 2P! FACE~ Hehe!!Pregnant! Reader X 2P! FACEPregnant! Reader X 2P! FACE~ Hehe!!1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hehe-Didn’t See That Coming!
Slight Cuss! Somewhat. GO 2P!!!!!
A small screech filled the air before going silent, the streets empty of anyone. Except for the few bodies that littered the alley, no one was about. Everyone knew to stay indoors and be still in the nightly hours. Only because of them.
The group traipsed with leisurely peace, a few snide comments shared as they headed home. It had been a rather successful raid and with weapons brandishing a layer of crimson, they had matching smiles on their faces. (Hehe..)
Going through the door with a bang, France instantly went for the wine bottle chilling in ice for him, dropping his sledgehammer without a care. As he popped the cork and took a gulp, you came up beside him, gently leaning against the doorway to the kitchen.
“How did it go?” You asked, smiling at Matt and Al as they pushed each other around in a…bromantical way. Oliver started to berate them on t
Army Dad!America x Daughter!Reader: Coming HomeArmy Dad!America x Daughter!Reader: Coming Home1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Contains: Mild Cursing...
The sound of a loud BEEP cut through the air of the quiet and dark room where you slept. Groaning, you began to slap your nightstand in your lazy attempt of finding your cell phone. After feeling a rubbery case, you picked it up, lifted your face from your pillow, eyes open, and unlocked the device, which caused you to squint. Shutting off the alarm that had disturbed you from your dream and locking the phone, you let your head fall back onto the soft and plush pillow.
Pulling your hand back under the covers, taking the phone along with you, you tried to fall back asleep, not wanting to face the day. “It's too early for this,” you yawned out, a small stretch following close after.
As soon as you thought you could get away with sleeping in, you were proven wrong. A hand came on your shoulder and shook it gently, kisses peppering the back of your head and side of your face.
The Cartographer's DaughterEvery night, he would fold her into his arms before she slept. Creases grew into her, turning brown with wear, and she loved them. When she woke up in the night, dreaming of darkness, he would take her to his desk and draw for her a map of her face, turning it into another world. Tracing the contours of her smile, he would scrawl a warning, "Here be monsters", whispering to her that she was a dragon when angry.The Cartographer's Daughter3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As she grew older, she populated his maps with creatures and peoples from the books she read, or her own creations. He taught her to draw, and to write with an old inkpen, in a cursive script her teacher could make neither head nor tail of. She made him angry once, drawing in the drying sand with her finger, and smudging the ink. When he was angry, mountain ranges grew across his forehead and caverns opened in his cheeks. Here be lions.
Walking home from school, she knew the local area inside out; from the maps he had drawn and taught her. He would copy them onto o
Hard Day, Soft Spot~2P!Canada X Reader RequestHard Day, Soft SpotHard Day, Soft Spot~2P!Canada X Reader Request2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2P! Canada X Reader Request~ To MissCrazy97
The roaring flames in the fireplace were spraying waves of warmth to you you’re your cocoon position on the couch. Wrapped up in super soft blankets, you peered out the large cabin windows at the weathery night. Snow was cascading down from the heavens, each heavy blow of it slightly worrying you more as your gaze went to the clock, counting each second.
The speed of the falling was a problem, but the sound of the front door slamming open relieved your worries, turning to look up at the broad shadowed figure in the doorway grumbling curses as he knocked the snow from his boots, placing his bloody hockey stick against the closet. You smiled kindly as he shook the white snowflakes from his wavy blonde hair, getting up and going to him as he slowly peeled off his gloves and unbuttoned his Mounties jacket.
Standing in front of him, you reached a hand out to him, but yanked it back swiftly. His black
Cinnamon Souls"You're mixing water in your coke again."Cinnamon Souls2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You do that when you worry."
"I'm always worried."
"No, you're usually cinnamon-in-your-tea worried. This is water-in-coke worried and that is seriously beginning to freak me out."
"What are you worried about?"
"You're going to think it's stupid."
"Well...do you ever wonder about the kind of guy you're waiting for?"
"I think we all wonder about that guy, love."
"I've been thinking about him more often than not lately. What he would be like, I mean."
"Oh. Well...if it helps any, I know what mine would be like."
"Sure. He will be tall, so I have to stand on my toes to kiss him. He will be kind so I can tell him anything without fearing him judging me. He will be strong so he can carry me when I fall."
"Wow. Sounds like you have this figured out. I guess we all have some idea about what our soulmate should be like."
"You know what yours will be like then?"
"No, I'm talking to the li
Connecting~2P! Canada X Pregnant! Reader-GiftConnecting~2P! Canada X Pregnant! Reader-GiftConnecting~2P! Canada X Pregnant! Reader-Gift2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Matt X Reader Gift for MissCrazy97
Contentedly sighing, you reclined back on the couch, shifting your belly weight in the process. Seven months has taken a toll on your body, your gaze wistfully glancing over the pants you could no longer wear, and then the medications you had to take to fight off the nausea. But the joy of becoming a mother overcame every symptom of pregnancy and you were happy beyond belief.
Your head tuned up to your fiancé, the tall Canadian smiling softly down at you. His blonde wavy hair was loose, hanging partly in his dark violet eyes.
“Yes, now that he’s calmed down a little.” You giggled. “He has become quiet energetic in here.” You patted your round belly slightly, the warm flesh rippling form a kick. Matt noticed, circling around you before climbing onto your lap, resting his head against your belly as his arms wrapped a
His Butler, DesireHis Butler, Desire3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He's falling into darkness, into nothing without so much someone to catch him. To save him from this eternity of nothingness. He opens his mouth, knowing the words he has to shout for salvation but none come. Struggling he tries again, the dark ground approaching quickly, the fires of death growing on the horizon. Still no words, not even the slightest squeak.
As he approaches his doom he can hear the screams of his parents, his own and his aunt. One last try, that's probably all the time he's got until he dies. Just one more time to see if he can overcome this sheer fear that's engulfed him to try and push through it and save himself.
And his soul.
"SEBASTIAN!" He cries, his voice loud and powerful, ricocheting around him.
Nothing. His servant does not come, but his death does.
Sebastian may have not come in the dream but he bolted into Ciel Phantomhive's room right as he heard his master's bloodcurdling scream. Thrusting the door open he prepares to see the worst, maybe one of
Questions I Never Asked My GrandfatherMy grandfather sits in a wheelchair by the window in the old people's home with his chin leaned into his chest, mumbling incessantly and unintelligibly to himself and drooling a little from the right corner of his mouth. Mom can't come here anymore. She just breaks down at the sight of him so I sometimes come by myself and sit with him in silence for a while.Questions I Never Asked My Grandfather3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's a sad end to a long and hard life, and I morbidly think to myself that if a political party stepped forth now with the legalization of euthanasia on its agenda, I'd vote for it. After two strokes and a hemorrhage, topped with severe senile dementia, what is the point of letting people exist like robots? I know grandpa thought the same. Before his speech was impaired, he often said that the pacemaker was one of his biggest mistakes, and that people should be allowed to go when it was time to go.
Terrible as it sounds, I'm already starting to think about the obituary that I, having the best way with words in my branch of the fa
His Butler, BrokenHis Butler, Broken3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He finishes the last aesthetic touches on today's dessert for his young Lord-a simple chocolate cake with elaborate icing detail and fruit. Smiling fondly Sebastian places the cake on the silver platter along with the other pieces needed for Ciel's afternoon tea.
Creaking open the door he sees the young man slumped over atop his desk. The boy didn't get as much sleep needed as he should have. Feeling a bit guilty for his master's lack of energy Sebastian sets the small meal down, approaching Ciel. His one exposed blue eye is closed in sleep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically as his dark black almost blue hair cascades down the right side of his face-almost completely masking his eye patch.
Placing a gentle hand on Ciel's shoulder Sebastian gives him a slight shake, leaning in close memories of last night still brushing through his mind. "Lord " he whispers in Ciel's ear, "Ciel you have fallen asleep, it's time to wake up "
Wearily Ciel pries open his single eye,
Such A Tease-Jeff X Reader *Part 2*Such A Tease-Part 2Such A Tease-Jeff X Reader *Part 2*1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jeff X Reader
WARNING- This fanfic contains sensual content. Don’t like? Then don’t read or comment.
You skipped your merry butt along the forest trail, humming a tune to yourself as the beautiful scenery passed by. Some time had passed since the bathroom thing, and you laid back on your teasing to give Jeff his space. He seemed very distant and tense, even socking poor Eyeless Jack the other day just for spilling coffee on his side of the couch.
Mundane things were setting him off and he staid quiet by himself, not even messing around with Ben like usual. This of course worried you. If he was acting out because of you, then you really wanted to apologize for your behavior. You didn’t mean anything by it, just wanted to express your growing attraction to the handsome killer.
It wouldn’t matter much anyways in a few days. To your complete and utter horror, Slendy announced Jane the Killer’s arrival due next week, and everyone knew how
Baby!Canada X Mommy!Reader: Snow DayBaby!Canada X Mommy!Reader: Snow Day2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mama, Mama! Wake up, wake up!"
You were woken from your peaceful sleep by the feeling of tiny hands fiercely shaking your shoulders and the excited sounds of a familiar voice. You let out a low moan before you shielded your closed eyes with your hand and turned over onto your side, trying to fall back asleep. You were grateful when the hands removed themselves from your shoulders and you were no longer being shaken.
That is, until you felt something rather heavy start to jump on top of you. "Mama, wake up!"
"A-Ahhh!" you gasped as your eyes instantly flew open. You quickly rolled over so that your back was pressed against the mattress and got up into a sitting position so that you were no longer being jumped on. "I'm awake, I'm awake..." you grumbled before you rubbed your sleepy eyes with your hand and let out a somewhat loud yawn.
As soon as you removed your hand from your eyes and blinked a few times, getting them to adjust to the bright sunlight that streamed through the curtains
Suck it up Mom!2p!Fem!AmericaxReaderSuck it up Mom!2p!Fem!AmericaxReader10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Suck it Up
Mom!2P!Fem!America x Reader
You were a sweet young baby was born into a rough family. You were crying as your mother, Emily Jones rocked you. Your father Jason growled to himself. “Emily will you make that fucking kid shut up! I’m trying to focus on anything but that!” He complained. The short haired woman laughed and took a straw from her drink and tossed it at him.
“Suck it up.”
Years from then you grew up to be four years old. You were a happy little toddler and played outside with your uncle’s pet wolf when you tripped on the rough ground. You held your petite knee as it bled, tears quickly rolled down your cheeks.
“Mommy!” you cried loudly. Emily came over and squatted to your height.
“What is it baby doll?” She asked in a careless manor, you knew she actually meant it but she just had a strong attitude.
“I-I scrapped my knee.” You sobbed again. She rolled her eyes and took the straw fr
RealWhen they met it was on accident.Real4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her heel caught in a crack on the old sidewalk that was full of them, and her books fell out of her hands and hit the ground almost rhythmically. He thinks that it's the perfect way to meet someone, cliche and nothing embarrassing.
She's had enough cliches to last her a lifetime, and she thinks little of it.
She thinks little of him, to be honest. He is kind and a gentleman, and, at their first meeting, utterly boring. However, boring has a new appeal for her, which is why they meet a second time.
She doesn't realize how much time she spends with him until she calls him one night to talk about nothing at all, simply for the purpose of hearing his voice. The realization scares her more than she wants to admit, and when he picks up after the first ring she tells him that she called the wrong number, apologizes, and hangs up.
Later, she recognizes the fact that he probably knew it was her calling, and finds herself unexpecte
Karkat Vantas x Reader Soft KittyKarkat Vantas x Reader Soft Kitty1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
// Y O U ' R E M I N E , G O T I T ? //
I tapped away at my laptop. It's been a month since Karkat and I started our red relationship, we haven't changed that much other than being more affectionate, that and Karkat comes over more often, even if it was for the smallest things. Right now, he was over so he could watch more of his usual, sappy romcoms, majority of them that I wasn't really into so we sat on the couch together, him watching his movie and myself, messing about on my laptop.
"Meeeeewwww." I looked over to find my cat, calling for attention sitting up on the sofa armrest. I smiled and called it over, him obeying and climbing down the rest and then right in between my crossed legs. I placed my laptop down on the table then began stroking my cat's little head, down to his spine then back again. Cute, little purrs could be heard from him, it really was adorable. Kissing the little cat's forehead, and him nuzzling back, I looked up and then toward
Blank Character Bio SheetBASIC INFORMATIONBlank Character Bio Sheet6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
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Kiss Me, DemonKiss Me, Demon3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ciel " His voice calls out to me, gently and soothingly, like a lullaby or a slow song one dances to with their loved one. I feel a hand sweep back my bangs as the first traces of light filter through my eyelids, making everything seem like a deep glowing pink. An even sweeter touches graces my lips as I hear the voice chuckle, "My Lord, it is time to awaken you've overslept."
Groaning I force my eyes open to see the face of my butler staring back at me, his sultry eyes slightly crinkled due to the amused smile on his lips. He retracts the hand he had on my forehead as he arises from a sitting position on my bed; addressing the cart he parked by my bed. Sitting upright I stretch my arms, moaning at the feel good pain in my muscles before slumping upright into the down of my pillow, Sebastian handing me a warm cup of Earl Grey, extra sugar.
"Good morning, my Lord, I trust you slept well." He smiles as he unveils a cake that was hiding under a dome tray, "For breakfast is chocolate