My Protector 4 (SandyxReader)My ProtectorMy Protector 4 (SandyxReader)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
When you woke up, you realized you were not awake in your own bed. Instead, you found yourself on an island quite unlike your own. Everything about this island is covered in golden sand. Almost like
That boy made of sand!
And there he was, lying on a sandy make-shift hill. The boy looked lost in thought. Your eyes lingered on the hill, in fear of destroying said hilluntil you cautiously took a couple of steps to reach the small boy. The only word you managed was a small hey. Thankfully the boy heard you and sat up, motioning for you to sit down which you did. Where am I? You asked.
When the boy tried to answer again nothing still came out. He almost looked frustrated.
Its okay, You reassured. You dont have to force yourself. Even I had a hard time talking to others too.
But I wish I can talk to you. The sandman sadly thought. It would be a lot easier if I c
Even Guardians Need A GuardianEven Guardians Need a GuardianEven Guardians Need A Guardian1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter One: Too Much of a Good Thing
Jack Frost was perched atop of a street lamp which was across from the park. He was watching a group of kids who were playing in the snow he had created in the morning. Even though it was only four o'clock the sun had taken an early departure for the day and the moon proudly took it's place in the sky. Jack knew that the kids would be called back to the warmth of their respective homes so, he willed the wind to take him to a tree branch where he could get a better look at the group. Standing on tiptoe, Jack crept out to the edge of the branch and continued to watch the kids play. One by one kids started to get called in so Jack felt it was time for him to go but before he could even get a foot off the tree, something catches his eye. Leaning forward slightly, he could make out two figures playing with their friends. Curiosity got the better of him and he willed the wind once again to take him another stree
My Protector 6 (SandyxReader)My ProtectorMy Protector 6 (SandyxReader)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
During the afternoon, the silence between you and Sanderson was long but not awkward on your way to the beach. The two of you decided not to talk because none of you knew what to say to each other. Until
My brother Joni wasnt always like this, You started, almost startling Sanderson. When I was very small, my brother would play with me all the time and keep me safe when mom and dad were away. I know it sounds boring to a lot of people, but its things like that that keeps me happy. When you noticed the sandman not moving you began to worry. Whats wrong? Was it something I said?
Sanderson only pointed and you followed and became amazed. No way
The island that you saw from your dreams was right in front of you. Golden sand as bright as the sandman was everywhere, plus a couple of tress, a sailboat, and a calming sea that is crystal clear. It was beautiful. It r
My Protector 5 (SandyxReader)My ProtectorMy Protector 5 (SandyxReader)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
There stood a boy, no more than eighteen years of age, lanky body, dirty blonde hair and green eyes on his freckled face. It was your older brother Joni.
Big brother! You exclaimed in excitement as you hugged him. Youre here!
Your older brother Joni chuckled as he accepted your hug. Im sorry if I left you alone all night. (Your Name). You werent scared were you?
I wasnt scared at all! You said proudly. If it were any other time, you would have cried and pleaded for Joni to stay home with you. But you knew things were different. I have my new protector with me!
A protector? Joni looked amused. Who is this protector and what does he look like? You then told Joni everything about how you met your protector and what he looked like. Your brother thought it was cute seeing you so very active for your age. It has been quite a while.
Your Winter SongIf you can hear meYour Winter Song1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Because I have a feeling you're there
I want you to hear my winter song
So you will know I care
So here it goes,
I have nothing to lose
So I will sing my winter song
And I will sing it to you.
I know its Jack Frost
Who paints my windowpanes
And I know you are there
When I’m playing winter games.
I know that you bring the snow
That makes all of us smile
And I know that you linger
And watch us a while.
I know that you make
The icicles on each tree
Your beautiful work
Isn't over looked by me.
So if you are listening,
I want you to know
That I wanted to thank you
For the beautiful snow.
I know that others
May not be as faithful as me
But you should never feel doubtful
Because I will always believe.
So please never feel alone, dear Jack
Because you are my guardian true
And I want you to know
I will always believe in you
MLP Friendship is Epic 05MLP Friendship is Epic 052 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The blasted landscape of Equestria had seen a late afternoon that had lasted for 15 years. The few scattered pockets remaining of normal ponies had only the faintest memories of the concepts of night - of what a sunrise or a sunset looked like. The vicious mutants didn't even have a memory of "The Before Time." For them, late afternoon was simply what was - ever-present waning, reddish light, diffusely spreading across the brown, dead landscape. Stories told them by the monstrous Sweet Apple Acres ponies of 'night' and 'day' were dismissed as obvious lies - attempts to control them, or legends of their monstrous dead goddesses, Celestia and Luna.
In one part of Equestria, that late afternoon sun shone down upon a small town where all records of it ever being called Ponyville were destroyed. It was now simply "The Compound," surrounded by a makeshift wall covered in spikes, to protect it from the unnaturally magical ponies from the
I Promise To Love You Jack FrostxReaderWaking up in cold sweat, you try to settle your breathing. Your body shook in terror; your head hurting from your growing headache. You try to hold yourself, telling yourself its alright. Your breathing becomes balanced, but you were somewhere else. Your mind drifting back to the nightmare.I Promise To Love You Jack FrostxReader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You were running. You werent sure where or why, you just had to keep moving. Golden eyes stare, piercing you. So many more come out of the shadows, proudly showing their demented eyes. You can't help but stop in mid run, staring at them. They have beautiful ruffs of black hair, shining even in the shadows. Their long ears slicked back in predator mode, their lips pulled back, showing their glistening white teeth. Those yellow orbs never leaving your sight.
Prowling out of the shadows emerges about ten wolves. They all stare at their next meal hungrily. Mind blank, you just stare. They come closer steadily, one paw at a time. Your body shakes in an unforgetable fear, your whole frame stuck in this te
Crafty Girls Fanfic: Angle of Darkness: Part 1Clove smashed her fist into the sturdy bark and recoiled quickly as sharp pain shot through her arm and pinched her nerves. She huffed in frusteration. This had never happened before. Well, before she had fell from her tree house and crashed into a couple of apple trees before landing on her arm. Clove sighed in frusteration again and rubbed the soreness away. Why did she have to forget to use shift while she was working on another extension to her house? Why did she have to make her house in the tallest jungle tree she could grow? Oh yeah, to be safe from the mobs, that's why.Crafty Girls Fanfic: Angle of Darkness: Part 111 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
The faimiler chirping of her friendly rainbow patterened enderman drew closer as Skittlez teleported to her. "What is it this time Skittlez?" Clove asked. The colorful enderman chirped a bit more in response. Clove imedatily perked up and smiled. "That's a great idea! I'll go and call him now." Skittlez chirped satisfyingly to himself and picked up his block of cobble, and teleported away again.
Clove made a da
Monster Russia x LithuaniaHis little whispers in the cool, autumn night made him toss and turn, taunting him. The way the words escaped the other's beautifully pale lips and danced into his own ears, making him shudder on contact. Words? They were simple. What were words, anyway? Words were only there to destroy him, to bring him down. Phrases. Well, phrases were another matter entirely. Phrases could be full of violent, dark, mad things that only vile creatures could only dare to speak of. Yet, here he was, hearing those same exact threats, trying to hold on to what little sanity he had left.Monster Russia x Lithuania3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Had he gone mad? No, the better question was how long had he been mad? Surely, living with this seemingly harmless yet violent man had changed him in some way or another. His green eyes flickered over to the clock, and he quickly sighed. He reached over, feeling the smooth, freshly polished wood on the nightstand. He had cleaned it, he knew.
Yet, he wasn't satisfied with just touching that object. What was the point of ha
Charmant Cul RenjiXIchigo c.3 YAOICharmant Cul RenjiXIchigo c.3 YAOI2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ichigo looked at the ceiling as the bandanna laid across his neck, the wind from the night sky drifted into his room, making the young adult shake involuntarily. The strawberry rolled his head over to the right, glancing at his window and then he jerked the bandanna off of his neck. It's been two whole days since he's received the cloth, and he takes it everywhere with him, just in case the moronic man would actually come looking for it.
'That's absurd.' Ichigo thought to himself, rolling over completely on his right side. He held the bandanna to his nose, but it was gently touching his rose petal lips, making him close his eyes. Why did he feel so bad?
"It's not like I killed my lover." He said aloud, but it sounded weird, as if he was lying to himself. He opened his eyes awkwardly. "I'm not like that. I'm straight, I like women. I like women " He repeated this, but the cloth never once left his lips, the smell of the pineapple circled around his words and choked them from Ichigo
Hidden Feelings 5Hidden Feelings 52 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
If you don't like Yaoi (boyxboy) relationship, then you can forget about reading this.
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh except for this story.
*Note - All my cross-stories I have been writing take place with Yami already know his real name as Atemu but still in Yugi's body. Only those who have gone through with him and his new found bestfriends Yusei and Judai, knew of his name
[Major] Synchroshipping (Yusei x Yami)
"Mou Hitori No Boku....Mou Hitori No Boku..."
Mou Hitori No Boku...
My eyes slowly started to flutter open as the blurness of my vision came to sharpen. The whole place was pitch-black, except for the rays of moonlight entering from the glass windows nearby.
"...mmm?..." I turned to one side to see Yugi staring down at me worriedly in his ghostly form. His eyes slowly widens to my respond of my movements and the once frown across his face, slowly changes right
Ice on the Rocks ch4 RussxLietIce on the Rocks ch4 RussxLiet4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ice on the Rocks
Chapter 4: Attack of the British Empire
The door flew open, making both of us jump and realize what we were doing. From the position I was in, I could only see the tall black boots coming through the door. But Ivan seem to know who it was He didn't seem too happy by being interrupted from our little scene we were having.
"Toris! Where are you?" That was a voice I have not heard in a long time.
"Ar-thur " Was the only thing I could say before Ivan shut my lips with a kiss. I tried to push away, ashamed that our new guest might see us, but gave up because it was impossible for me to move the Russian
"They just keep coming one by one" he said as he broke away. Yeah, he was definitely angry by now.
"Toris, you need to come back to Alfred " the British man said as he turned around the corner to the living room and seeing us, making both me and Arthur turn as red as the colors on his flags and making me hide in Ivan's arms, ashamed of the whole s
EnglandxReader: Family MorningsEnglandxReader: Family Mornings1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You smiled as you sat up in bed. Pulling the sheets closer to your body you looked over at your sleeping husband. He was snoring. Mouth hanging open, drooling on the pillow.
Brushing a bit of hair out of his face you leaned down and kissed him gently on the cheek. You always got up this early to make him tea and breakfast before he woke up. Slipping out of bed you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.
He was trying to pull you back in his sleep. Gingerly you disentangled his arms from you and slipped on your bathrobe.
You made him his tea and some eggs and toast.
Mama, a little voice from the kitchen whispered. You turned to see Matthew.
What is it baby?
Matthew was holding his toy bear to his chest, Im hungry can we have pancakes?
You shook your head, How about toast?
The ten year old sighed, but nodded and sat at the kitchen table rubbing his eyes.
A few mintues later rapid footsteps were heard, MA!
The List, 1 - 100The List, 1 - 1006 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. Sneaking into peoples rooms and watching them sleep is not an appropriate use of Invisibility.
2. Chancellor Ocato does not appreciate hearing about how soft his robes are and/or how much I want a set of my own.
3. It is considered bad taste to kill people and then arrange their bodies into compromising positions.
4. It is worse taste to do so in the following places: The Temple District, any of the chapels, any of the castles, or in the middle of Green Emperor Way.
5. Lucien did not give me Shadowmere so that I could board her at Chestnut Handy Stables for the sole purpose of seeing if shell eat the Orc.
6. Stealing all of the Blades armor and throwing it over the wall of Cloud Ruler Temple is not nice, as it is cold up there.
7. The two Blades who do nothing but spar all day are not suffering from unrequited sexual frustration.
8. I am not allowed to give Falanu Hlaalu directions to every necromancer cave in Cyrodiil.
9. Jauffre is not old enough to h
083 - HealIronhide gently nipped at a wire in Beachcomber's neck, making the geologist arch into him slightly. Beachcomber leaned back slightly on his perch, the edge of his workstation in the lab. His fingertips brushed against the work that needed to be done, but he just couldn't focus on it not with Ironhide nipping at his neck and running an assured hand down his arm.083 - Heal3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The minibot's legs wound around Ironhide's waist as he tipped his head back slightly. "We're gonna get caught," he breathed, his visual field tilted at an angle where he could count the room's ceiling tiles.
Ironhide chuckled into Beachcomber's neck. "Not if Ah can help it," he rumbled into his partner's shoulders.
Beachcomber pulled back slightly, turning the weapons specialist's face toward his. "You locked the doors?" he asked.
A devilish grin colored Ironhide's features. "Maybe Ah did, maybe Ah didn't," he replied vaguely.
A similar, cheeky grin shaped Beachcomber's features as he pressed his lips to Ironhide's. The w
Inbetween Ch. 2Swindle awoke with a startled gasp. He had let himself slip into recharge in an effort to gain some of his strength back, but the dark dreams that sprouted from his mind had not let him rest peacefully. He could feel the nightmares' effects lingering on his clouded CPU, trying to set him into a panic. He forgot where he was and what had happened the day before, the unfamiliar blazing orange walls causing him great alarm. He lifted his head up, finding himself sore all over. His optics were wide in shock as they rested on his mangled right leg. As his foggy mind struggled to recover his lost memory, something embedded deep within his subconscious clicked to life. His natural fight or flee instinct poured hidden strength throughout his battered body, giving him enough stamina to block out some of the pain and enable him to sit up.Inbetween Ch. 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The familiar weight of his weapon was gone. He was alone in this room, and he could hear no one approaching. The door wasn't too far away. If he could just <i>
Death God RecruitmentDeath God Recruitment3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A cold and bitter wind blew through the streets of London. Not a single soul about the inner city could escape the icy breath of approaching winter. The seasons here changed swiftly, and no man even in a wool coat and cap could completely shield it.
Possibly the only being exempt from the chilling atmosphere was the man standing atop the newly built clock tower of Westminster. His long silver hair fluttered in the breeze and he brushed his bangs from his eyes; bright green, behind a pair of half-rim glasses. A long black coat, double breasted, covered most of his uniform. In his right hand he wielded a large scythe; it had an unusually long and matte blade and was decorated with a human skull wrapped in silver rose vines.
Immune to the whistling wind, he smiled a wide grin as he watched his target approaching. A tall well-built man hunched into his trench coat as he held up the collar to protect his ears from the sound. The man had dark hair and green eyes. Staggering with a slight lim
A Prisoner's Love APH prologuePrologue.A Prisoner's Love APH prologue4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Before my life had been nothing but a blur of meaningless activity. The same everyday lifestyle surrounded by the common people I've known and grown up with. School on regular days, a brief weekend, and school again; same boring repetition day in and day out. The smallest of rarities only lasted so long in a sleepy place like this. Like when the new girl Poland moved here; students made her arrival hot gossip that lasted two months before moving on to talking about the regular town legends. The only thing that was actually mildly entertaining anymore.
Even after I graduated high school and moved onto college I still couldn't escape the little town of St. Hetalia. Everyone stayed and got some form of extra schooling or another before coming into their family's business. No one ever left because there was nothing for them outside of this small world.
Winter Sun: Chap 4You dusted the fireplace mantle in the ballroom the next day with Alisa. It was always your duty to dust there once a week.Winter Sun: Chap 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
"_______, you've been off lately. What's on your mind?" she asked as she picked up a glass figurine and dusted it.
You sighed and shook your head. She poked you with the handle of her duster.
"Come on ________, I tell you about me and my Alexey all the time!" she said with a giggle.
Your breath caught in your throat and you turned on her. "Who said a man was on my mind?!" You knew you gave yourself away though.
Alisa giggled and clapped her hands. "You have a man on your mind! This is terrific!" she said as she hopped up and down.
"Who is he? Tell me about him." she whispered as Madeleine walked by and looked at the two of you.
You got back to dusting furiously. She poked your arm with her duster handle again. You swatted it away and she laughed. She was another person who was immune to your temper.
"Tell me tell me tell me!" she said.
"No." You frowned at her.
Inbetween Ch. 1Waking up in the enemy medbay was never a pleasant experience. For one reason, it meant you were deep in enemy territory, and for another well it was never a good thing to wake up in a medbay, enemy or not. Swindle adjusted his optics to the new light. The usual Autobot-orange walls told him quite clearly where he lay. It was dimmer in here than out on the battlefield, but after emerging from a pool dark unconsciousness, even the small soft light beams stabbed his optical sensors like a knife.Inbetween Ch. 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He sensed movement somewhere near his head and glanced over as a blurry red and white figure came into his line of vision. Once he managed to focus on him, Swindle recognized the Autobot: it was their medic, First Aid, the one he had encountered before not all that long ago. The pacifist, he remembered.
Of course, only irony would lock him in the same room, in this position, with the gentle Autobot. Primus had a strange sense of humor.
The medic was doing something to his right leg, which hu