Moi et Toi: FrUK FACE (Prologue)Moi et Toi: FrUK FACE (Prologue)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Kids screaming. The smell of corn dogs in the air. Funnel cakes, cotton candy, terribly processed nacho cheese. A petting zoo. Bull-riding. This was an American fair in all its glory.
Arthur gently held Alfred’s hand as he led the way to the biggest spectacle, the carousel. That was where Francis had promised to meet him and Alfred. Matthew would be with him, too.
It had been a while since Arthur had seen Francis. The Frenchman had decided, “for Matthew’s benefit,” as he put it, to send Matthew to a boarding school in Nice, France. Francis had asked Arthur to move to the country of love and live with him. The Englishman had, of course, declined. He knew he was desperately wanted in France, but stayed despite Francis’ begging.
Arthur was giddy with anticipation. He was finally going to see his lover after three months! He might consider moving to France just so he wouldn’t have to wait so long to see his blonde, blue-eyed Frenchman.
Greater Love - CanadaxMissionary!Reader C6Greater Love - CanadaxMissionary!Reader C62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elizabeta returns after a few moments of awkward silence with Matthew. She hands each of you a steaming latte, a light, maple scent swirling off of it.
You blow on it gently, as you can feel the heat radiating from the Styrofoam cup. Timidly, you take a sip, the coffee burning slightly, but the sweet maple making you forget about the pain. You can't help but giggle softly. "Maple lattes. This is perhaps the most Canadian thing I've ever seen. Well, there was that moose herd chilling out in the middle of the road last week on our trip up here."
Matthew smiles and takes a rather large gulp of his coffee. "Yeah. I don't like coffee normally, but I'll do anything for maple." he says seriously, which makes you laugh even more.
"Anything, Mattie?" you tease. Mouth. What are you doing? Mouth. Stahp
Matthew raises an eyebrow, but a smirk starts to play on his lips, giving away that he's curious as to where you're going with this.
Heh, yeah. Me too. A random idea hits you, but som
DragonneDragonne4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The stableboy was nowhere to be found. Probably catching frogs somewhere. If his father wasn't so much of a drunkard, I would have fired him years ago. I almost slammed the door of the inn and went back inside, but I could hear what sounded like an angry customer at the counter. I decided to leave that mess for the barmaid and feed the horses myself.
I resolved to do this more often, as I went from stall to stall, patting noses and listening to the grinding of teeth against hay. I liked the smell of the stable too. How long had it been since I had been out here?
My reverie was cut short when a flash of metallic scales revealed that the fifth horse wasn't a horse at all, but a dragon! Or rather, a dragonne, as I believe the smaller, horse-sized breeds are called. It was beautiful! Its scales looked to be made from pure gold, and it had a tufted tail like a lion's. I wondered why its master hadn't requested some sort of meat instead of hay. Did dragonnes even eat hay? From
Greater Love - CanadaxMissionary!Reader C13Greater Love - CanadaxMissionary!Reader C132 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You find Matthew sitting at one of the many tables in the back of the library, books splayed out in front of him, head bowed over a notebook, furiously writing away. You approach him slowly, not wanting to break him out of whatever trance he's in, lest he might lash out at you.
His usually silky hair is disheveled and unkempt, his clothes more wrinkled. Looking closely, you can even see a light, purplish tint under his eyes, almost matching his irises. He doesn't notice you beside him, but instead continues on, muttering French under his breath.
You're about to reach out and touch him, but you quickly decide against it. Wow. Maybe it's finals week? You sweep your vision over the many books and papers, each with words you can hardly understand.
The rushed scribbling stops for a moment, and Matthew looks up, his eyes slowly adjusting from close-up to regular vision. He blinks a few times, seeming to almost not even register that you're there. "(Name)?" he asks, finally.
Wammys Go ShoppingWammys Go Shopping4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Hold, still!" "!" Mello chased Near around waveing a baseball bat. Matt cackled, hopeing that Near would trip. Two of the caretakers rushed outside. Mello threw the bat, which hit Near in the back of his head causing him to fall. Matt fell on his back, "BWAHAHA!!" One caretaker grabbed Matt then Mello by the back of their shirt collars, the other helped Near stand.
"Okay boys what happened?" Roger, the owner of the orphanage, asked. Matt was playing his Nintendo DSI, trying to stifle his laughter. Near was holding an ice pack on the back of his head.
"I was playing baseball, and I got a hit, so I was running then he TRIPPED ME WITH HIS STUPID CAR!!!" Mello yelled. "Remote-controlled car." "SHUT UP!!!" Matt giggled and Mello kicked him, in the leg, hard. "Ow!" Matt kicked him back, and it turned into a soccer match. "Boys! Boys! BOYS! L will be takeing you all shopping tomorrow." "L ALRIGHT!" Near shrugged quietly.
The Fallen Ones: Part 1You wanna know something?The Fallen Ones: Part 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Not being human sucks. Sure, you get to do all the cool stuff; read minds, be strong, and being able to do pretty much whatever you want. But you know, it's not all it's cracked up to be. I mean, first rule of being Fallen:
Ignore. Don't let humans get in your way, ignore them unless you must interact.
Second: Don't continue doing whatever got you Fallen in the first place.
Third: Obey the Flying Ones.
Fourth and Final: Actually, this one isn't a rule. It's a secret. Save a human life and you are a Flying One again.
Oh, and did I mention that become Fallen gives you all these totally amazing scars all over your body? Because apparently, getting your wings ripped off isn't enough. You get to be tortured too! It's a very fun process, and since you can't die if you're an Angel, they can do whatever they want. Stone you, burn you, anything. Luckily, I was saved form being burnt or stoned, I guess they had pity on me for being so young.
And yeah, you read right, I
AutumnThere's a half broken glass whiskey bottleAutumn5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lying in front of a porch swing.
Its sunspot gleaming intensively
can be seen yards away.
On the playground,
the red plastic slide
on a mound of wood chips,
stands erect and untouched;
only brushed slightly by the sashaying
of falling leaves.
The wind whisk through
the tree top canopy;
A small forest median
dividing the rural life
from the freedom of the highway.
A reddish-purple sunset
sinks behind the forest.
Miles and miles away
its presence can still be felt.
The bird's roosted high above
echo their calls;
an old stray panting,
as he sniffs and then waits
For his owner,
who will never come back.
There's a new becoming in the distance
as the moon can be seen peeking
out from the clouds.
The middle of September is coming
day by day to its finale;
to hide away back under
a showering of leaves.
And what creatures,
Whom I do not and cannot see,
Will take it upon themselves
to use the leaves as shelter.
The last storm perhaps for awhile
AmericaxReader - Coming HomeAmericaxReader - Coming Home3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You tap pointlessly at the buttons on the controller for the games console in your hand. The little character on screen jumps whenever you do, moving around as you instruct. He still didnt quite jump when he needed to, though, plummeting hundreds of feet into cloudy nothingness that rested at the bottom of the level before exploding with a horrible squeal and re-spawning at the last checkpoint. Clearly that wasnt cloudy nothingness. That was electrified cloudy nothingness. people were mean in creating ways for your character to die.
________, what on earth is it that youre supposed to be-
did you just shush me?
Shh! Arthur, youre making me lose concentration.
The Brit rolls his eyes, taking a seat next to you, God forbid Id ever do that. Looks like you need all the help you can get with this game.
You sigh in frustration as the little character dies aga
PunishmentPunishmentPunishment5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There had only been a few times that Zack Fair had been absolutely terrified. This was one of them. As his mentor Angeal glared down at the young SOLDIER Third Class he laughed nervously and tried to slowly back away, but he had already been cornered.
"So," Angeal began with a stern and serious tone. "You thought it would be funny if you flung mashed potatoes at the cadets in the mess hall"
It had seemed like a good idea to him at the moment. Zack gulped, and knew he was really in for it, so he tried to run for it, but Angeal grabbed him by his suspenders before he could sprint. Zack decided just to accept his punishment and let Angeal win, so he was dragged to the elevator, out the first floor entrance, and to the back where he was let go in front of the first of many stair cases.
"Start climbing" Angeal ordered.
Zack groaned, but didn't complain knowing it would just make things worse if he did. Instead he reluctantly stood up and did as he was told knowing how the system
I love you Daddy- Sesshomarufrom: Sesshomaru Ante IamI love you Daddy- Sesshomaru4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Excerpt of Ch. 3~ Snow Bunny
Sesshōmaru is two and half years old. He can speak quite a bit, and Inu no Taishō (the Great Dog General) has taught a certain phrase which Sesshōmaru repeats consistently.
"Daddy? Daddy? I love you, Daddy!"
Taishō has Sesshōmaru sitting on his lap, "Yes, I love you too."
"Oh! Daddy? I love you."
"Why did you teach him that?"
It's Tōtōsai and Myōga.
"I love you."
"he may not want to say it anymore when he's older."
"Daddy! Daaaaddy ."
"What is it?"
"I. Love! You!" Sesshōmaru giggles and rolls around on his father's lap.
"I love you, I love you, Daddy, I love you!" he says in sing-song.
" isn't it just the most adorable thing in the world!" His eyes sparkle.
Myōga and Tōtōsai feel pretty awkward .
Taishō's face relaxes, "When he's older, there
Make A Wish With MeI want to see your smileMake A Wish With Me5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Everyday we're alive
And I want to hold you
Until it's time to let you go
I want to hear your laugh
Until you start to cry
And run out of air
To even speak to me
I want your happiness
To come before my own
I've only wanted you
Before anything else in life
If I have to
I'll take a bullet for you
I'll pull that trigger on me
Before it's even aimed at you
I don't want to cause you pain
Please don't cry because of me
Let me fix everything
Before it becomes a mistake
Please take one step closer
To where I'm standing
Because it's so lonely and cold
When you're not here
I'll always love you
So please return my feelings
And tell me you'll always
Be here with me
Even if we have our differences
I'll do whatever it takes
To fix my mistakes before
We fall to pieces
I want to see your smile
Everyday we're alive
And I want to hold you
Until it's time to let you go
Nothings ever perfect
But I know if we try
We'll come close to something
So perfect and true
I want you to be th
Russia's Little Sunflower [Reader x Russia]Russia's Little Sunflower [Reader x Russia]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Russia’s Little Sunflower
This was your first time in your entire life that you have ever been to Moscow, and the first time you’ve been in Russia.
Then why were you here you ask? Well, it was simply because one of your friends, Ivan Braginski, invited you over for a visit. You simply couldn’t say no because, well, what are friends for right?
Following the instructions scrawled on a small piece of crumpled up paper, you found what you thought was Russia’s house. It was currently snowing, and the small foundation looked very welcoming to you. The snow made the setting look quite serene if you might add.
Because you’ve never been to Russia before, you hadn’t taken the necessary precautions to deal with the cold weather. All you had on was a [Fav Color] overcoat, and some jeans. You really had underestimated the weather.
Gathering the amount of courage you had, you knocked on the door in 3 consecutive short taps. You didn’t ha
Piano Lessons [Austria x Reader]Piano Lessons [Austria x Reader]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
[Austria x Reader]
Knocking softly on the door with three small taps, you pulled back and waited. When the door swung open, you bowed slightly and let out a small, "Good Afternoon Mr. Edelstein."
He nods, and let's you in. You always liked your piano teacher's house. If was nice and clean, and as he lead you to the piano room, your eyes sparkled.
Mr. Edelstein's piano was one of the best. It was beautifully crafted, its keys were as white as snow, and it was the most magnificent grand piano you had ever seen.
You sat down towards the right side of the bench as your teacher took the left side. At first, you were always so embarrassed about the close proximity, now it was all very natural to you. You smiled remembering the day when you first met Mr. Austria.
"Alright! Ready or not here I come!"
You smiled briefly then went in search of [FriendName]. The two of you started a brief flame of hide-and-seek after she bet you that you wouldn't be able to find her for
Thunder Storms AmericaXScared!ReaderBoom! Crash!Thunder Storms AmericaXScared!Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Thunder flashed across the sky, lighting up the normally dark night sky. Alfred, however, managed to block out the thunder as he looked around the house for you, wondering where you could be. "____?" The American called out, his eyes scanning over the room. "Where are you, bro?" His only reply was the soft tapping of rain against the roof.
Alfred stuffed his hands in the pockets of his bombe jacket, his lips pressed into a frown that was normally quite unusual for the cheerful American. Seriously, where the hell were you? If this was some kind of joke, it was kinda weak, especially for you.
The four times he'd checked the first floor proved you weren't there, so he decided to check upstairs. He climbed up the stairs, calling your name out as he did so, still recieving no reply. It was when he walked past your room that another bolt of thunder rumbled in the distance, a squeak of fear being voiced soon after it.
Heart pounding, Alfred poked his
Roadbumps - America X ReaderRoadbumps - America X Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Alfred! You're gonna kill us!" (Y/N) screamed, clinging to her arm rests for dear life, as her boyfriend drove like a maniac.
"Dude! This is fun!" He laughed, hazardously speeding the old RV up. "I haven't yet, why would I now!?"
(Y/N) had been dating her hero, Alfred, for about 2 years now. All the time he had been badgering her about going on a road trip in his RV with him, but only recently did she agree. They took off right away, starting in (Y/n)'s hometown. Now they were out in the mid-south, driving along the star-lit gravel road. It was night out, but from the headlights you could see the cacti and rocks on the side of the road, whizzing by.
"Alfred! Watch out!" (Y/N) squeaked, backing up in her seat and pointing at a large rock in the road. "Hmm?" Alfred mumbled calmly, only succeeding in hitting it when he looked at her. They ran over it and the RV started making a puttering sound, and he can to a stand-still in the road. (Y/N)'s skin was pale as she stared at Alfred in horr
Hurting HeartHurting HeartHurting Heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am worthless and I know that
No one ever needs me
And if I were to die today
No one would ever see
I always seem to ruin things
Or make them even worse
It's like something's wrong with me
Like I was put under a curse
In this world of chaos
I am all alone
And when I try to speak
I am met with shouts in angry tones
All of these emotions
Fill my hollow heart
And the one thing I fear the most
Is being left alone in the dark
So I take the blade in my hand
And cut deep into my skin
And I don't seem to care
That I have just sinned
The blood flows crimson
I indulge in the pain
Because to me it feels good
And doing this seems to keep me sane
But as I continue
I still feel the hole
In my frightened heart
Because I am still a lost soul
And as I cry myself to sleep
I hear a quiet voice
Telling me something
Telling me I have a choice
I can choose to be happy
If I choose to live with Him
Someone who has forgiven me
For every single one of my sins
He can show me how
To fill my empty h
The vengance of loveYou say that through it all, you still loved me. But how can I know that? It wasn't your name I whispered after those three perfect words. How can you expect me to hold on when everything is gone. When it was all a lie. You said nothing is greater then our love, but obviously that was only another lie.The vengance of love6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Did you even like my cooking? Or was that just another lie to get one step closer, closer to destroying everything I hold dear.
How dare you love me, when it was you, you were the one that told them everything.
Will you still remember that chilled walk, when you gave me your coat? I always will, until I become as cold as that day. Will it haunt you?
Everyone is gone, I found them with pale white shocked faces and bloody bodies.
I'm alone so very alone. Do you think I'll be so desperate to fall for your tricks again?
What spell did you cast, or brew did I drink that made me such a fool? Such a fool to think that love wasn't just something from stories and fairy tails
The Hanging TreeI raise my glassThe Hanging Tree5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To time, ticking silently by
Shining the essence
Of sublime violence within me
Unholy visions appear in the abyss
Madness they say I've created
Mad they categorize me as
Mad is the dismembered body
Of Human Nature's good deeds
For I am always the last passenger
Let into the station
The one that rides the train
With an air of hateness
Love is but amiss
In my world of little bliss
As I recollect on the things
The sound that silence brings...nothingness
And the bouncing on the floor
Of my prayer beads
The canvas I paint
Is me, the bird on a piano wire
For if I've never apologized on a rainy day
To you passerby
For today I lost the hero within me
I am not a brute
Nor the cardinal red
Of swollen veins in malignancies
Lashes crisscross my undead corpse
In which my soul lives loosely in
I'll walk this earth till I'm reborn
And all this I feel concealed in my
Ivory prayer beads
Destroyed trust and prayers prowl
Throughout January to D
Youyou are the most amazing personYou5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have ever known !
I'm left in tears by your humour,
you know just what to say
to make me a giddy fool
your kindness brings an awe
I've yet to match
and your friendship
is my favorite one of all
I can talk to you in a way with which
I can speak to no other
as you're the only one who understands me
...or could even hope to try
I love your emotional extremes:
your fiery rage,
your absurd clown,
your crying child in need of a cuddle
you're an incredible lover
that knows all of love's joys
I love everything about you !
Written RoseNever will I forgetWritten Rose4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The flow of my pen
as it revels in the rose
All voluptuous curves
and sharp edges
and subtle shadows
The petal blooms
The Heavy handed bold lines
and a barely seen shine
A slightly arching spine
This simple act
of beauty and pain
A moment lost, forever gained.
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven MacauHetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Macau3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“We are getting down to the very bitter end my people. My feet are seriously killing me from standing for this long.” America sighed. “Anyway, thing's will go way faster if I just shut up. So why am I still talking?” He laughed and took your hand. “Come on, you can play next.” Once at the center of the room America held out his hat for you. “Fire away dude.”
The hat was almost empty as you placed your hand inside. You gave the items a little mix, and grabbed on tight to the first thing you touched. “Furry, dice.” You laughed. “Pink furry dice.”
“Those are mine.” Macau walked up to you, giving you a sweet smile. “I actually took them from my car, pretty cheesy huh?” He chuckled at himself.
“No way dude, fuzzy dice will forever be cool. Now let's get you all in that closet.” America was almost skipping as he took you to the closet. “And here