America x Reader x Russia: For Never After 3America x Reader x Russia: For Never After 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Title: America x Reader x Russia For Never After
Chapter: Three The Palace
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Summary: Russia takes you to one of his most favorite, and most hated, places in his country and makes a mistake.
Cold and crisp air hit your face violently. It was much colder in St. Petersburg than it was in Moscow, but that was to be expected, as this city was located farther north than the capital. Russia stood at the gates of the large and grandiose palace. He grasped the bars and leaned his forehead against the metal. It burned, but he did not care. His breathing became shallow and fast paced. He closed his eyes, trying to force back tears. Finally, he pushed the gates open and led you into the courtyard.
Snow covered the grounds entirely. You had seen this place in a book somewhere. Yes, there were people running away
And you call me a bitch..Did you know that your voice gives me headaches?And you call me a bitch..6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You don't even have to be screaming anymore,
the simple familiar sound pierces right through me,right where it hurts..
I used to be so afraid of becoming you
And you tell me you know what I'm going through all too well
When really,we are so different,we don't even belong in the same room
Now I'm thankful for my own kind of crazy
Because yours would be hell,and then some
Though,I think watching you hurts more than that ever could
And you don't seem to mind hurting people
Not at all,by the way you hand out punches and insults
Sometimes I wonder how the hell I was ever born
Even my safe places and thoughts don't feel so safe anymore
They won't ever again,not with your prying eyes and listening ears
I have to plan my moves months in advance
I know tomorrow you'll act like nothing ever happened
But mother dearest,I don't ever forget
And lately,I'm finding it increasingly harder to forgive
Sly4 CH1: Sly's lettersSly4 CH1: Sly's letters8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
--Paris, France. Apartment 909, 1:54 am--
I have something I must tell you, but saying it will take too long,
So instead I'll express my feelings, in my own way of song,
I told you one big lie and you told one of your own,
I remember my past and without it I feel alone,
I'm meeting up with old friends as you are at rest,
But when you awake I hope your decision is best,
I'll return the next day and you will have a choice,
Put me right into jail or let some thieves rejoice,
But I have onl
ContactWanted alien friends,Contact7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
got pregnant instead.
Jarlaxle's JournalTwenty Things I Learned at Melee-MagthereJarlaxle's Journal7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
- compiled by Jarlaxle of Bregan Daerthe
1. All the monsters you heard stories about do exist.
2. Betting pools on who will depose the current Matron are only fun if she never finds out.
3. Dont talk to the little voices; theyre spies for the teachers.
4. The new words you learn actually make the priestesses very angry when used to describe them.
5. You can kill goblins. You can kill elves. You can even kill other drow. But woe to you if you step on a spider!
6. Putting worms in an unpopular teachers underwear isnt just mean, it earns you extra credit from his rival teachers!
7. Pay attention to your weird dreams there is a slim chance that they really did happen.
8. Color is not a commonly accepted concept among drow.
9. Dead enemies do not always stay dead. But they do stay enemies.
10. There are some things money cant buy; intelligence is one of these. Good look
DominoesIt’s simply cynical to argue, every catastrophy has its good aspects. Well, at least I wasn’t able to find them here. But if there were any, I wished them to reveal their true nature earlier.Dominoes7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
So it was with the minor and major desasters caused by dull moments, and then being fooled by villains ready for ripping off! Undoubtedly though a long journey changes your mind, you can’t escape your shadow. I probably met a whole legion of black kitties crossing my way on the Silk Roads a couple of years ago. And yet the bigger culture shock is that one after coming back home. — Let the tournament begin!
It was on a short Ladyfinger hiking tour, starting from the near basecamp. I was lucky with the fair and mild weather. After refreshing myself with delicious spring water, I set out to the trail, which wasn’t very challengig though it got some steep ramps and slopes. Having reached the small plain next to the needle peak, I enjoyed the gorgeous Hu
A Beloved Beginning"WHEEEEEEEE! Finally finally finally!" I exclaimed, bouncing around on my bed. "Mommy, i've been waiting for today since FOREVER!"A Beloved Beginning3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I couldn't calm down, i was so excited. I was six years old, and today, September 4th, one long, agonizing month after my birthday, my momma Mary said i could go and do it! I got to be like my friends at first grade, to catch a Pokemon!
Mommy just smiled, her face is so pretty when she does that happy smile, she says i give it to her a lot but i don't see her all the time so i don't know always. I ran over to the window where my mommy's friend Hootoot perched, sleeping. "Hootie, Hootie wake up! Wake up!" I reached out to ruffle the feathers of my friend, who was napping too much for such a wonderful day.
But mommy caught my arms in her soft hands and said "No, Andrew, hold on there. You know what i've told you about Hootie, you can't wake him during the day. He's nocturnal, remember?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry..." I didn't really get why Hootie's knocking on things
Meeting A ShadowCorro had been in Ash Forest for just under a month now, and had had no contact with Azul or any other human for that matter. It had started when he went for an afternoon stroll in the waste land and had decided to take a different route. He had completely lost his bearings and decided to sleep on it, but after several days of repeating this he began to lose his memory. Slowly, over time, Corro had forgotten who his friends were, and who his was, and eventually who he was. By loosing contact with any human what so ever he had become feral. He became shaky and timid and became startled by the most simplest of things. At this point his memory had iced over and he simply thought he belonged to the forest now, living a simple life of eating roots and berries and swallowing small animals.Meeting A Shadow3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was not the only one who had lost his way; you had also spent some time in ash forest more time than you had originally planned. Being a keen traveller you had heard about Sekra's famous independence fo
A Deal with a Dragon [Rubygirl14's birthday gift]Argentum sighed as he slung his bag over his shoulder. With a forlorn look he turned back to the cave in which he had spent the last decade of his life a place that had truly come to be called home. Yet now, as the pale orange hue of the fire licked at the walls, they seemed to cast their light on a desolate, alien place.A Deal with a Dragon [Rubygirl14's birthday gift]3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Another sigh shook both Argentum's body and his will and, ever so slowly, he turned his gaze down to the base of the flames. A short but safe distance away a lone form lay by the blaze, her body curled on a bed of straw. The dragon's keen eyes took in every detail, how every hair stood and how every fiber pulsed with each breath.
They were sights he knew he would never see again.
He turned to the entrance of his cave and, stepping out into the cold of mid-winter just beyond, he realized he had been fighting back tears. His head shook indignantly, clearing his stubborn heart's influence in his mind.
With a rush his wings unfurled from his back, reached out towar
.SetIt is Akhet, the season of sorrow and silt, and Set.Set4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
must tense his sandbreath against the slick of wet
once more. It's always the same: though he's unsure
who started the game, or whose face he wears,
he knows he must prepare for the beginning of the end,
the bite of night and all the slippages in the inbetween.
And he swore he'd bait their breath,
but they'd rather choose death than fear,
with their tombstone legs, arms pegged
in sockets and their locked ears,
burying themselves beneath blocks
built to the sun. They outrun him, every time.
It's a crime. He remembers what his mother said:
do what you're able to keep them faithful,
to keep them grateful under the table.
He wonders where it all went wrong.
So he must sink into the long light, fight wanderlust
for blighted floodplains, and try not to ask why.
There are no answers, only questions.
Even his name is disguised by the way they collide in the dust.
He won't look back to watch the waters rise,
or the blackening of the swallowed
In a Hostile WorldIn a Hostile World4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
(Part 18 of Shadowdale)
Bane splashed into the pool, gratefully drinking in the dark blue waters. The dragon drank until he was sick at his stomach, climbing out of the pool to pant heavily after he had had his fill.
He looked down to the green scales at his side, poking gingerly at the bloody gash that ran along his side. The wound had continuously bled since it had worked its way across his flesh several hours before, finding itself unable to clot from the scorpicore venom in his veins. The water was supposed to flush out the poison, allowing his body to take up the healing process; but even that would take time.
"Get back up." Pyre instructed her companion after several minutes. Bane groaned in protest, shakily crawling to the water's edge to once again dip his head beneath the surface.
"Force yourself to drink," the red dragon said after her friend emerged. "You need to get the poison out of your system."
"Right," he mumbled, once again lying back down to give his weary body rest.
The Gentle GiantessThe Gentle Giantess4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
(Part 8 of Shadowdale)
"We haven't spent much time together." Crag explained as she set Sterling down atop the Inner Council's table. "I thought we should get to know each other a bit."
The human smiled up at her and nodded. He liked the gray dragon; she was certainly the kindest among the Council, rarely if ever killing humans for food or sport; she had even gone so far as to make friends with a number of the boy's race. Crag may have been, more or less, a moving mountain at her eighty feet in height, but she was a gentle giantess.
Nimble claws reached down to the dragon's side, drawing a large black box up to the table. The object was slightly longer than Sterling was tall and folded out to reveal a board, lined with both white marble and black obsidian squares. From within the box was an assortment of tiny statues depicting soldiers, knights, priests, siege towers, noble kings, and honorable queens.
"Chess?" Sterling asked.
"I've always been fascinated with the game."
Airless"Airless"Airless3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Zero: "Young Observations"
The landscape confused me at times. My reasons for such misunderstandings made little sense to me until I reached adulthood, and even now, I’ve wondered about my birth within the corrupted society. Our homes were built sparingly of a single wood with so few nails that it often lead to the failure of an entire structure. Several homes collapsed within recent times on my very street yet my family viewed these instances so normally.
My father’s occupation provided me and my small family a bit more nails for our home and maybe a bit more food on the table. His wisdom earned him a seat among the Village’s Council, though he often complained about the fore coming decisions. My mother argued with him about his beliefs and morals surrounding these results, but they typically ended their predicaments agreeing to disagree and dropped the subject.
The serpent streets, serving as both paths and front yards, wound through the poorer qua
The ClimbThe Climb4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
(Part 30 of Shadowdale)
"We can't keep this up much longer." Crystal noted. The others slowed their pace to look back at her, resolve evident on all their faces.
"We can keep going until we find Tide Bringer we have to." Embyr growled, determination in her voice.
"I'm not talking about exhaustion." The blue dragon returned. "We had three days to get down here, find the sword, and get back to the surface."
"We've been down here almost a day and a half." Sterling recalled.
"And so we need just as long to get back."
The others winced but nodded. They had all thought about the same brutal fact: they were running out of time. They estimated all time was an estimate so far underground they had about three hours before they would need to turn around if they wanted to get back above ground before their lungs filled with the deadly vapor around them.
"If we can't find the sword," Slithice said, drawing attention to herself "I'll keep going. You all can go back to the surfac
It's a Long StoryIt's a Long Story4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
(Part 3 of the Final Stand)
(Part 3 of the Battle for Fantasia Trilogy)
"It began thousands of years ago, as you well know." Kaz explained. "The ancient dragons cultures like Blackwater created a quartet of blades that have come to be known as the Keys. These weapons weren't forged simply for the sake of power; they had a purpose."
"The ancients knew about the apocalypse?" Sterling asked, both his confusion and interest growing.
"They not only knew of it," the wolf admitted "they predicted it."
Embyr seemed to grow nervous at this, fidgeting uncomfortably. The movement, to the human in her palm, was the movement of the world itself; he took a defensive sitting position before motioning for the giantess to continue.
"Oracles," the canine said. "You encountered one in Blackwater, I believe or something similar to such a soothsayer. The magi more akin to priestesses were said to be able to see into one's heart, one's past, and one's future. It was from t
The Battle Beneath the SeaThe Battle Beneath the Sea4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
(Part 33 of Shadowdale)
Soundlessly the shadowy foot came to rest on the stone walkway. With some level of force the monster tore its other leg from the haze about the dark elf's head, snapping Tyus back as the cloud dissipated.
The countless eyes of the driders along with Sterling's horrified gaze locked on the demon as he stepped forward, taking in his surroundings. He clearly had senses keen senses at that but was seemingly devoid of any way to gather them. His face was merely a blur of darkness: he had no eyes with which to see, no ears with which to hear, and no other discernable features of any kind. Yet despite that he saw and heard, taking in every minute detail from the gathering around him.
Slowly, calmly, the creature reached behind himself to pull a hood over his head. He then turned towards the drow at his back, reaching up into the air as his weapon began to manifest itself.
Backbiter flashed into existence as grim determination etched itself across the woun
An Unexpected Guest(Part 26)An Unexpected Guest4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The figure tiny in comparison to the dragons kept its hood pulled low over its face as it moved between the sleeping creatures. Slowly a hand reached into the depths of the cloak that surrounded the camp's intruder, clutching at the small bundle concealed within the garment.
Just as five fingers circled around the parcel a great force knocked the uninvited guest to its knees. Embyr's prey began to thrash about wildly in the fallen snow as the dragon stirred from her sleep, two blood-red eyes locked on her catch.
Slowly her mouth opened, her unoccupied hand reaching inside to withdraw the still-slumbering boy within. As the cold night air touched Sterling's skin he jolted out of his dreams, grunting in pain a moment later as he realized he had reopened one of his most recent wounds.
"Sorry," the black dragon apologized, laying her friend on the ground. "I needed to let you out so I could get some real food."
The sandy haired boy rubbed his bleary eyes as he looke
A First Encounter, Part One of 'The Relationship'Note: This is a story, with vore. If you do not like that, do not read this. It is also my first story I have submitted. Critique is welcome, but do keep in mind I am new to this.A First Encounter, Part One of 'The Relationship'3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In a dense patch of wilderness, far from any civilization, was a village. The village, though self dependent, was a decent place to live. It looked like something straight out of the middle ages; the houses were built out of common materials, such as wood and straw, and many of the people in the village were farmers. The village knew about the world outside, but kept to itself; they found life in the wilderness appealing. There was no village leader; it was a completely democratic society, where they would join together and decide in issues in a clearing to the south. It was not paradise, but it was home.
In this village lived a young man by the name of Daniel. Daniel was about age eighteen, and not particularly athletic. He was very good with politics in his village, however, and his father was looked up to
Her FallHer Fall4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
(Part 35 of Shadowdale)
Her momentum carried her forward, a roar on her lips as Cleaver ascended above her head. The naga could only widen her eyes in shock as she turned, her mouth cracking open just slightly in the split second it took for the massive blade to drop. A horrible sound reverberated off the earthen walls the sound of ripping flesh as the corpse fell away, opening up the path through the maze.
The dragon's footfalls brought her back into the center of the labyrinth, a place she had been some ten to fifteen minutes before. The scraping of her claws against the stone floor steadily came to a halt as her body passed the barrier into the central room, the power dying in her legs.
Cleaver, rising in preparation for another strike, fell to Blaze's side as the strength behind her arms ebbed away. Her lip quivered as though it couldn't decide whether to open into a scream or erupt into a snarl; her metallic eyes flashed with the fires of a forge, likewise torn betwe
The Battle Beneath the Earth(Part 23)The Battle Beneath the Earth4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Metal met in a shower of sparks as the two combatants clashed in the center of the arena. All around them the horde of kobolds cheered, throwing encouraging fists in the air and shouting taunts at their leader's opponent in their squeaky language.
Sterling, remembering his vision, attempted a similar maneuver to the one he had used on his inner demon. But, as the dagger slipped from the tangle of weapons between the two adversaries, Arthenia applied pressure to her hammer and sent the weapon flying forward into the boy's gut. The human staggered back, winded, as the crowd around them went wild.
"Nice try," the rat-woman congratulated. Sterling snorted, dropping into a defensive crouch. He wasn't going to take a compliment from the monster trying to kill him.
Arthenia rushed forward again, her sword leading the way. The blow came as a stab towards the human's face, but he sent his sword in an upward cut to deflect the coming blade. He used the momentum of the block to come up
Hero of Illusion Part 1WARNING: Some scenes contains blood. Read at your own risk.Hero of Illusion Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the Unova region, there are new species of Pokemon never been seen before. To get there, one has to travel in an airplane or on boat to get there. The Pokemon in that region are friendly to others but others are very dangerous to other Pokemon and to people. At Nimbasa city, a teenager was riding a ferris wheel for his enjoyment. His name is Charles, he is different from most other teens, at age 15, as he was shy around people and is very protective of himself but also to others, if he ever has friends. The clothes he's wearing is completely grey colored but the shoes are black. He was seeing the view from the top of the ferris wheel as he was when heard his mother called him, "Charles! I have something to tell you! Come home once your done!" as the ferris wheel ride was finished. He then went to his house to see what his mother has to say to him. As he entered in his house, he saw his mother packing up camping gear as she
A friendly game of cat and mouseA friendly game of cat and mouseA friendly game of cat and mouse3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
By: The Hungry Husky
Characters: Mica, and Dwayne.
Mica was laying on her favorite spot in her house, the couch. Rolling around while rolling up papers of catnip, she noticed her roomate, Dwayne. A small anthro mouse. He walked off and waved for a second before heading to the kitchen. Her stomach growled and she rubbed it. "When was the last time we had a little fun..." She thought as her stomach begged for food. "Dwa-yne, can you come here for a second?" She heard the fridge close and he came back with a small piece of cheese that was large to him. "Yes?" He asked. "You feel like playing a game?" She said with her trademark smile. He knew what she meant and sighed. "Ah sure why not. Let me finish this first."
After he finished his cheese he got up and hid while she waited. Even though she knew where he was hiding already, she gave him a slight chance to see the outside world before becoming her snack. She stalked along the floor with her pa
The Long Way Home - Part ThreeThe Long Way HomeThe Long Way Home - Part Three3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I've been hearing these strange voices lately "
"Songs from another time, voices from another place "
♪We'll meet again. ♪
"Words, that speaks to me "
♪Don't know where.
Don't know when. ♪
"What do they mean?......"
♪But, I know we'll meet again some sunny day.♪
On a pathway through the rolling hills of Pryor Meadow, a small band of individuals have already set out on a quest. In the background is Bunomedd, with its many quaint huts and farmlands disappearing into the distance.
"Bye-bye home. Hope to see you soon." Pipkin said, hanging from the side of her travelling cart.
"I'm sorry you've had to come with me. I'm sorry for " Tom began apologising before being interrupted by a heavily, dark robbed male.
"You apologise far too much." He interrupted, walking at a steady pace alongside Pipkin's donkey pulled wagon.
"Just ignore h
Northward Bound(Part 4)Northward Bound4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Embyr's face fell and, if she had skin, Sterling figured she would have gone pale. "M-my Trial?" She asked, as though hoping she had heard incorrectly. Crystal nodded, causing the black dragon to bite at a claw nervously.
"Um... if you don't mind the human butting in, what exactly is a 'Trial'?" Sterling asked. Embyr looked down at him and gave the human a weak smile.
"It's a dragon's coming-of-age ritual." She explained. "A dragon makes their way to what we refer to as 'The Council,' the only dragon society in existence. It could be compared to a village of sorts.
"When the dragon presents himself or herself before the council they will speak with them for a time, prying into the young dragon's mind and learning all they can about them. Then, when they have gathered enough information, they present the dragon with a challenge. The best human translation for this is a quest."
"So, you have to go on a quest?" "That's right." "Can you refuse?" "And piss off the most powerful gro