The Age of Assassins, chapter 1Chapter 1: The New KidThe Age of Assassins, chapter 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I was just getting settled into my new room when I heard the door open behind me. Looking back, I saw the browned face of a Redguard boy, maybe a year or two older than me. He wore the good-quality Imperial-style tunic and trousers that were common in the city of Solitude, and he was carrying a lute under one arm. We stared at each other in surprise for a moment, the corner of a bedsheet in my hand, until he finally stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
“You’ll have to forgive my surprise,” he said with a slight smile, putting his lute down on the desk next to his bed. “I didn’t realize that I was getting a roommate.”
“Yeah,” I responded, “sorry about that. I just got here this morning, and things have been a little crazy.”
“I imagine that it must have been. Crazy, I mean. Everyone else has been moved in for days, and classes start tomorrow.”
“If I could have gotten here
Myths of SheogorathSheogorath Invents MusicMyths of Sheogorath7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the earliest of days, in a time when the world was still raw, Sheogorath decided to walk amongst the mortals. He donned his guise of Gentleman With a Cane, and moved from place to place without being recognized. After eleven days and eleven nights, Sheogorath decided that life among mortals was even more boring than his otherworldly existence.
"What can I do to make their lives more interesting?" he said to himself. At that same moment, a young woman nearby commented wistfully to herself, "The sounds of the birds are so beautiful."
Sheogorath silently agreed with her. Mortals could not make the beautiful and inspired calls of birds. Their voices were wretched and mundane. He could not change the nature of mortals, for that was the purview of other Daedric Princes. However, he could give them tools to make beautiful sounds.
Sheogorath took hold of the petulant woman and ripped her asunder. From her tendons he made lutes. From her skull and arm bones he made a
CanadaXReaderXAmerica 3Canada x Reader x America - Good Things Don't Last Forever - Chapter 3CanadaXReaderXAmerica 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
Stuck in your next class, you were far too distracted to hear what the teacher had really been talking about. But, considering it was the first day, and you'd been fed the drivel of class syllabuses and responsibilities twice already, you figured that giving it a miss the third time round wouldn't affect you too bad. You scoured your copy of the 'Student Guide', which you'd carelessly shoved into, and now had retrieved from the recesses of your backpack. Scanning every page carefully, you knew when you'd reached the information of the person you were most curious about.
Alfred F. Jones. Same grade. In the school's baseball team. Hobbies include baseball, football, video games and eating.
why did it all make so much of sense? You couldn't help but study his picture carefully. Mattie and he really did look extremely similar, except for the fact that his hair was shorter, and s
AlfredxReader: All Hallows EveAlfredxReaderAlfredxReader: All Hallows Eve3 years ago in Romance More Like This
All Hallows Eve
Tad late but enjoy~
"Alfred Open the door~"
You shivered while standing on the doorstep of the Americans house. He'd really gone to town on the decorating and the garden was full of gravestones, and hands popping out of the ground were really unnerving you.
"______!!! You made it!!!"
The door had flung open and voices and music boomed out of the front door. You bustled past Alfred into the large front room where others sat quite comfortably on chairs, stools, couches and tables around the room. Other hovered in doorways and on stairs drinking beer and other multitudes of coloured drinks.
You found yourself yelling as you removed your witches' hat. You brushed your deep purple dress down and shuffled your feet trying to wake them up again from the cold.
"I had a mountain of work but I think I can get away with a night off!"
Alfred had proposed the Halloween party a week ago, just as you went on your holidays. You'd been vague about go
CanadaxAmerica part 2Still crying Matthew and Kumajirou were at the park. Matthew is upset because he was thinking of Alfred again. He had come to the park to forget, All he wanted was him. He meant the world to him, now that world had fallen apart.CanadaxAmerica part 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Matthew stopped crying while holding Kumajirou, as he was a comfort for him. Matthew got up and folded up the blanket. He took one last look at the sun, which was almost gone now, and left for home.
When Matthew got home he felt hungry again so he went into the freezer and pulled out some toaster pancakes. He put them in the toaster and waited for them to "pop" up. Once they did he took them out and got a plate and placed them on the plate. Then he took them and Kumajirou out to the living room and sat on the couch again. This time Matthew turned on the TV to watch the 9:00 news. He usually fell asleep watching it.
This time it took much longer for him to fall asleep. He did fall over onto the couch. He had heard in the news that there might be a thunderstorm s
USxUK: A Night in ParisAlfred knocked loudly at the door, already dancing in anticipation. It had already been a week since he had asked Arthur to the big dance and he wasn't willing to wait much longer. He had arrived several minutes early (which was uncharacteristic for the normally lazy young nation), and he was hoping England was ready.USxUK: A Night in Paris3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
England opened the door after about a minute of waiting. "You're here early," he said in surprise.
"Yup," America replied, noting how cute the older nation looked in his perfectly tailored white tux.
"Well, come in then, I'm not quite ready yet."
Alfred sighed slightly and followed England into the living room and sat down on the couch, placing a small box on the table. "Would you like some tea?" asked Arthur, carefully tucking his tie under his slivery vest.
America wrinkled his nose slightly, "no thanks, just hurry up, 'kay?"
"Yes, yes, I'm hurrying," England replied as he wandered out of the room to find his shoes. He returned moments later, shoes in hand, and sat care
Printemps (Spring)Printemps (Spring)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As every year, a summer festival is held, filled with dancers and music. It has been years since Arthur first spotted him, and yet again he sees the boy that attends every year, yet this time he seems to notice Arthur as well… RealLifeAU, USUK, oneshot, bittersweet, songfic
Please note the age difference between Arthur and Alfred would be around 2 years or so uwu Also this fic was inspired by Coeur de Pirate’s ‘Printemps’ of which you’ll be able to find an English translation video on youtube.
I like to imagine this fic is somewhat taking place in Paris orz, but I didn’t state that as I couldn’t come up with a proper reason.
From beneath his eyelashes, Arthur had spotted him.
The bright sun of a
APH: EnglandxReaderEngland x Reader.APH: EnglandxReader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Description: You and England have had a few close encounters, but nothing you couldn't pass off as a simple flirt-moment. Your nothing more than a City, but you've finally gained the blessing from your friend/partner America, you've decided to travel the world..... Well, the places you found interesting anyway. Who knew being away would make it easier to talk to England.
Word bank: For less confusion.
(Y/H) Means, your hair color.
(Y/E) Means, your eye color.
(Y/C) Means, your City name.
______ Means, you just insert your name.
You felt good about yourself, and you felt professional. The time you had spent away from (Y/C), helped you let out some of your wild properties. To show America you appreciated him permitting you to leave for so long, you thought youd try and fix up both his paperwork before he had to sit through another meeting. Cities werent allowed to attend, only do as their "captains" told. As you neatly placed all the papers in a sma
Wammys Go ShoppingWammys Go Shopping3 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.
America X Reader - PartyAmerica X Reader PartyAmerica X Reader - Party3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You felt refreshed and ready for the party that night. Everyone was talking about it the week before. Hearing that almost everyone is going and you decided to join them. Your dress was elegant and peaceful; it wasn't too plain but wasn't as complex either. It was your favorite dress and you thought it wouldn't hurt to wear it this once. As you reached the house, your heartbeat increased, you felt very nervous about everyone's reaction to you. Suddenly, without noticing, your hand pressed the doorbell and the door finally opened. You were at Alfred's house, which was really big.
''Ah! ______, you finally came, we were worried you weren't gonna show up, but now since you did . Feel free to make yourself at home'' Alfred greeted you. You stepped into the house awaiting for gasps or laughing but you heard nothing.
''You're pretty early right now
My One and OnlyMy One and Only2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alfred loves photography and he loves Arthur. It wasn't weird to take pictures of someone without them knowing, right? After all it was just love, pure love AU,USUK,onesided,songfic
He knew he was being silly, hanging in the tree opposite to the house where Arthur lived. Spyglass around his neck and camera in hand and trying to keep his balance as he almost fell off.
Another picture. This one had most likely worked out well, for his hand had been steady and Arthur had just turned his head his way. Was he about to open the window now? Te shadow behind the lace-curtain was walking closer to the window.
Alfred quickly crawled back between the leaves of the tree. "That was close!" He figured as Arthur indeed went to open the window. A small breeze moved his hair back and his big, yet beautiful eyebrows were visible. The green eyes narrowed a bit as the eyebrows
Paper Airplanes Of BerlinBerlin Paper AirplanesPaper Airplanes Of Berlin3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Anyways this is written partially by my sister Angel and is inspired by the Vocaloid's song paper plane and prisoner sung by Len and Rin, Germancest fan art, and caffeine.
Warnings: Germancest, fluff, language, historical reference and more.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Hetalia or Vocaloids, just the plot and idea.
Summary: Ludwig hated the wall that divided his home land in half, so does Gilbert. But one day a paper airplane with a message flies over the wall and lands at Ludwig's feet, it was from a boy named Gilbert wanting a friend. A strange forbidden romance is formed between two boys separated by a cold concrete wall.
Yes I suck at summaries, just read and fine out for yourself.
The sixteen year old German boy sighed as his rough fingers fumbled with the piece of paper; he was in class right now and wasn't supposed to be doing this but he need to do this, he glanced around as he made sure the
Unabara Ritoru: Pt. 1Unabara Ritoru: Pt. 14 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Unabara Ritoru
Nickname(s): The Face of the Seireitei; the Guardian of Rukongai; the Fist Wrapped in Cloth; Hakuda Grandmaster
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Alliance: 7th Division Captain
Appearance: Unabara Ritoru, a man destined to become one of the most respected and loved Captains of the prestigious Gotei 13, was brought into Soul Society in perhaps the most memorable birth of the past millennium. Both of his parents were seated Shinigami, his mother a member of the 4th Division and his father a soldier from the 11th. Their union was public, and many friends and even Captains were present during his birth, including the future Captain-Commander, Harotaissen Tsuribakki, the Kenpachi at the time. The pair were expecting twins. And so it was. But in an unprecedented event, the brothers, Ritoru and
APH - NostalgicOne day in one of the Allies' meetings, America talked about a plan to attack the Axis Powers. Of course, with America as the hero and everyone else as back-up. England had lost interest to the meeting once America started talking about himself.APH - Nostalgic3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Damn, America is quite self-centered. I just wish we could return to the old times.' England sighed, lost in thought. 'He was very cute back then.' As England thought more about his past with America, it seemed as if he had disappeared from the meeting, meaning he didn't pay any more attention to America and the arguments that were brewing. He started to think about one of the times in his life when America was scared.
England had decided to visit little America at his house on his time off. Once he opened the door to America's house, a blonde little boy clothed in white ran to England and hugged his legs since the boy was far too short
Combat EngineersCombat Engineers6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The shotgun's bark thundered across the tunnel, the muzzle flash suddenly banishing the darkness for a split second. It was a split second but in that one brief moment the enemy was seen: several ragged men in dusty overalls with picks, mattocks and pistols. They added their own chaotic noise and flashes to the chaos. The enemy had the numbers, the defenders could only hope that they could hold out as long as possible until reinforcements arrived.
Mining was always a very delicate undertaking. Even more so when you were digging underneath enemy positions. Things could get even hairier if the enemy knew that you were down there, then they would send their own diggers in against you. Mining and counter-mining, collapsing tunnels, raiding enemy tunnels. It was all part of the daily underground grind that took as many lives as on the surface.
A demi-squad of Death Korps combat engineers was busy putting the final touches on a special operation objective when the enemy broke through with a
SavedYour tangled up soulSaved1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
has taken a toll,
Hiding dark and deep
the secrets you keep
The tears you have shed
from thoughts in your head,
Dear they were all fiction:
a made up addiction
I want you to know
I see through the show,
I know that your eyes
tell genuine lies
I watch as you feign
as you’re still in pain,
And my soul will be too
until I have saved you
Reference Sheet MiwaReference Sheet Miwa9 months ago in Profiles More Like This
First Name: Miwa.
Last Name: Ikeda.
Nickname: Snow White.
Age: Looks to be in her early 20s.
Sexual Preference: Straight.
Romantic Interest: None.
Hobbies: Reading books, training, she pretty much keeps to herself since she doesnt have much self esteem and is not too social.
Likes: Calm and quiet on her freetime and working on improving herself.
Dislikes: Germs, Miwa has a huge phobia for germs due to a dramatic event in her past.
Favorite Place: Any isolated room that has been wiped clean, ironically she hates hospitals.
Bad Habit: Tends to freak out/hyperventilate when her germ phobia sets in.
Hair: Short white hair.
Eyes: Light yellow with white eyelashes.
Skin: Pale peach.
Height: 163 cm.
Body: Slender but with a slightly larger chest and round full hips.
America x ReaderIt had already been a month since you started your first year at university. You haven't quite gotten used to it; it is so much different than your small town high school. The crowds were bigger, the school was MUCH bigger and you spent a good hour or so everyday between classes to try and memorize what's in and around the school with little success.America x Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
But you did manage to find a good study spot while exploring. The school's library was four stories high and on the third floor had a small sitting area with chairs and couches and it was right behind the glass clock tower which gave an amazing view of (your city).
While you were studying in your spot, your mind wandered from where it was supposed to be focused, which was your textbook. You were thinking of how nice it would be to make some friends but you were kind of nervous on what to say to people so you kept to yourself for the most part. The other part was waiting for the right moment, like you wouldn't just go up to some random pers
Cruising For Love Ch.13 Part 1Warning: sexual content.Cruising For Love Ch.13 Part 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
He looked different. Gazing up at his reflection in the ceiling Ulquiorra could detect a perceptible change in his expression, but he was unable to pinpoint exactly what that change was. Something in the firm set of his mouth seemed softer, and the usual rigidity of his stare was calmer. He considered that perhaps it was a fluke in the construction of his Gigai that had gone unnoticed until now. But that couldn't be true.
He'd been affected, subtly changed, and he knew precisely who was at fault. His gaze fell to the sleeping woman curled against his side. Watching her dreaming beside him in the mirror's reflection was like looking upon a picture of his most secret desires fulfilled. Fiery hair fell across her silken cheek and tickled the side of his neck where her head was tucked. Soft breaths blew across his skin, and slender fingers curled against his chest. Beneath the cover of sheets she was latched onto him, and had been all night. Long
America x England - YouAmerica x England YouAmerica x England - You3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The morning rays of the sun were considerably warm, even for the chilly UK; but the sunlight beaming through the windows was not enough to warm America as he stared coldly at England whom laid beside him in bed. He didn't feel cold because it was autumn in Britain, nor was it because he was naked; he felt cold because of the chills that the scars plastered on England's pale skin gave him.
America reached out and stroked a few of the scars with his fingers, calloused from excessive gaming. He breathed a disapproving sigh as he remembered being younger, happily welcoming England back home, and then gasping as England removed his garments, revealing his bloody, bandaged torso. "Just a flesh wound" he would say, but for America it was an emotional blow. He remembered how his weak fingers used to reach out and stroke that wounded torso, as they were doing now, in the present time.
His fingers moved to caress England's shoulder blades, and he smiled as England em
Dragon Age: The Templar and His Mage (1)Dragon Age: The Templar and His Mage (1)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Title: The Templar and His Mage - Chapter One
Game: Dragon Age: Origins
Summary: It was forbidden. Mages were to be watched over and kept under control so they could not harm others with their power. Even so, he couldn't stop himself from falling in love with her. Prequel to The Ferelden Chronicles.
Characters (This Chapter): Knight-Commander Greagoir, Varia Surana, Anders, Wynne, Cullen
Disclaimer: Dragon Age characters and settings ©BioWare. Varia belongs to me.
Content Warning: Adult language; Mild violence; Mentions of rape
Knight-Commander Greagoir looked out over the training grounds of the Grand Cathedrial in Denerim, observing as the young knights and rec
ReflectionWe stare searching for protectionReflection1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Craving endearing affection
Searching in an object, that gives us no response
And yet we stand there waiting
And hopelessly creating
An image of our self, that lacks a fundamental truth
And we’ll continue staring
Our expression shows we’re caring
And hoping, wishing, waiting for something we shall not see
Yes we’re seeking transformation
In an unchanging location
But in the end, the reflection shall not change
Digimon: Dawn of New Era Episode 1Digimon: Dawn of New Era Episode 110 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: The Bear and the Wolf
*The sun rose on the city of New York, making a new day in the city that never sleeps. Everyone went about their day as normal like any other place, but in a house outside of the city lives a brother and sister with two very unusual creatures.
*upstairs, a boy with was sleeping on his bed as the sunlight enters, marking a new day in the Human World. He then felt someone poking at his side which he groaned a bit and flip over to his other side. This boy named is Mark, 18 years old who moved to New York with his little sister to be on their own.*
Mark: Five more minutes *snores*
*The figure that poked him sighed as he grab on to the sheets then pulls on it, cause Mark to fall out of his bed and landed on the floor.*
???: Rise and Shine Mark, I hate to see you wasting such a beautiful day sleeping in.
*Mark groaned as he look up to an anthropomorphic grey wolf with a headband with a feather on both sides, markings on his face, a necklace, and native americ