My Protector 5 (SandyxReader)My ProtectorMy Protector 5 (SandyxReader)2 years 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.
My Protector 6 (SandyxReader)My ProtectorMy Protector 6 (SandyxReader)2 years 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 4 (SandyxReader)My ProtectorMy Protector 4 (SandyxReader)2 years 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
From Your Valentine: Chapter TwoFrom Your Valentine: Chapter Two2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cupid had learned of Jack Frost through Bunnymund who had insisted she not meet the winter spirit, but it had not turned out how the East bunny had wanted. The moment Jack had become one of the guardians, Cupid knew that she would have to meet him sooner or later. It was a wonder why they had never met before, but she thought it was do to lack of attention on both their parts.
When Pitch had failed at his attempt on ridding the world of the guardians, Cupid had been one of the most happiest of spirits. But that had not lasted long because soon after she had met Pitch in person and accidentally had started the fuse for a new plan. The moment his bright yellow eyes met her hot pink gaze, she could feel it inside him. His admiration of her work, the affection he held for this new sinister idea. He loved her from the moment he had seen her because she was the perfect person for his triumph.
The Moon had warned them, she knew for a fact that he had even though he had not spoken to her since
A Small ThanksI sat there alone,A Small Thanks2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nothing to keep me company but my tears.
No sounds around me heard;
No sights beyond my mind seen;
Nothing felt save for the cold air.
i knew of nothing.
Nothing knew of me.
And then came your voice.
It told me to take your outstretched hand. I did.
The warmth overtook me.
I felt my hear skip a beat
as you helped me rise up, opened
my closed eyes, and soothed
me with your presence.
You told me to look.
I shifted my gaze from you to the landscape.
I forgot how to breathe.
I hadn't realized that I
had been sitting in a golden
meadow, in a land filled
with wondrous beauty.
The birds were chirping;
the wind rustling the tall, golden fox tails;
the sky open and blue.
The giant oak tree under
which I had once sat, unaware,
swayed with the music
I once did not hear.
Now I sit with you
under that tree, in this land teeming with life,
my head on your shoulder,
your strong arm around my waist,
and I realize that it was your
love that revived me
and made me aware.
For this, I c
A Small RequestDon't leave me here alone,A Small Request2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the mercy of
The loneliness scares me.
It suffocates me,
puts chains on my wings,
and traps me.
Please...don't let it do this
to me. Stay by my
side, right here.
Whisper something sweetly,
softly, to me...like
Tell me that it will all
be all right...as long
as you're here.
Reach out your hand toward
me, touch me gently...
Let me feel your presence;
know you're here with me;
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 FrostxReader2 years 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
From Your Valentine: Chapter ThreeFrom Your Valentine: Chapter Three2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It all happen the night Jack had turned the test day into a snow day. The kids couldn't see Cupid at all and only kept playing with Jack. He tried, Cupid had witness this, Jack had tried very hard for the kids to believe in her. To believe in Cupid with her heart-tipped arrows that pierced one with love, but they were just kids and the idea of crushing on someone was gross.
Cupid had only stayed a while before flying off, assuring Jack that Pitch, or Puki, wouldn't attack her during the day. She had been right about Pitch not showing himself during the day, but Jack had been too occupied playing with Jamie and the others to notice when the sun had set. He had made sure all the kids were home safely and then noticed that Cupid had not come back.
"Are you sure she's here?" Jamie asked, still questioning if such a person existed. "Isn't Cupid that naked, chubby angel in Valentine cards? I heard mom say once that Cupid shot at her with an arrow, but she said it was a boy."
"No, no. Cupid i
WaterStill as death, silent as the dark,Water2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Empty as the cold, it sits there.
There is has been for centuries,
seeing all, nothing seeing it.
It longs for one thing: company;
the one thing it will never get.
Nothing dares draw near its surface
in fear their eyes will be opened.
Not the swan, not the stars nor man.
Even the majestic mountains
Go to lengths to avoid its face.
In loneliness it waits longer
for the single brave creature
who will look into it, realize
the hidden truth, touch it with a
finger's tip, and cause uncalming,
calling, wondrous ripples.
But, until then, it waits.
MemoryWe sit down beneathMemory2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
our favorite tree
who only shares its shade
with you and me.
Crack open that picnic
basket, let's start to eat,
enjoying it with
critters at our feet.
Do you remember how
you and I
fell for each other? Oh, how
our love reaches the sky.
Your smile simply melts
all of my worries away.
Don't you see how our love
continues to grow each day...?
"Who are you?"
Join meJoin Me:Join me2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why don't you take my hand, joining me at my side?
You can share my fortune and power. At first, as I extend my offering hand out to you, you stare at it with an expression mixed with confusion and horror. I understand your feelings.
Why would I, ruler of all, be asking you, a commoner, to join me?
Don't spend so much time questioning it. Spend more time thinking about your future. Your future with me....
MLP Friendship is Epic 05MLP Friendship is Epic 053 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
Your Winter SongIf you can hear meYour Winter Song2 years 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
LifeOne moment, you're there. The next, you're not. Simple as that. And yet, it's so complex, so mystifying. It easily perplexes many. How can it be so close, so intimate to us, and yet remain a mystery like that? Such a small event being so big? Having such a huge effect? These unanswered questions express the mystery and uncertainty of those who feel its effects. They were so healthy, so happy...Life2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
But now you'll never see their face again. Hear their voice. Feel their touch.
The tears stream down the faces of the close ones. They hold onto one another, thinking that, if they hold on tight enough, that person passed might feel as well, and come back to them. They don't want to recognize the fact that it's all over. All of it. They cling to a wish. That wish is slowly pushed away as time progresses and sanity returns. They run out of tears. The future is dark to them, filled with some more of these tragic cases. They turn to the past, where everyone is still "there." They let themselves get
The Wilting White RoseNo one knows for sure what happened that day, all they knew it was a sad day in Disaegia (Dis-age-eea) for a race called the shifters. They were about to lose, not just comrades, but hope that this conflict would ever end. They would find themselves desperate and alone hoping someone would come and save them.The Wilting White Rose2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They heard the last howl after a few shots were fired. The howls echoed in the ears of a bunch of members crowded around a large computer interface, “She said to back down,” one said frantically, though the shaking of his hands showed he was as anxious as everyone else, “what the hell happened?”
“We cannot just sit here,” another said, “we are losing a lot by giving the enemy 'them!'”
Conversation carried on as a whoosh was heard and the boulder on top of the secret underground base swung open. All the activity hushed and all knew it was a death sentence to go out, but what other choice did they truly have, “I am going after th
US x UK - My AngelAlfred was always an curious child. He would sit for hours perhaps in a meadow, in his garden or even by the sea just waiting for something to happen. If it was an UFO or a horse he was intent on seeing I shall never know, though many who know him well may argue it was the UFO. Anyway, I am getting off subject. This is the story of the supernatural. I know what you're thinking "what is the person going on about?" Well, I'll show you. But first I need to paint the scene.US x UK - My Angel4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Young Alfred, dressed in his brothers red hoodie which he managed to sneak out of their double closet was sitting once again in the meadow near his house. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining bright and the grass had never looked greener. Birds were chirping merrily away in the tree's, the slow trickle of water from the lake over the hill could be heard and a light breeze ruffled his blonde hair. The only thing out of place in this meadow was a wand. It was a simple thing. A stick of black with a pointy golden st
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 44 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.
His lovely one.A young man sits in his room. It just so happens that today was his last day in school, for the rest of the year. Now he had time to focus, focus on the one thing more important to him than his own life.His lovely one.10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He headed out his door and down the stairs. Pictures of him, his family, and his important one lined the walls. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, his doorbell rung. "Right on time." He said as he opened the heavy door.
He opened the door, outside the cold air bit his pale skin harshly, easily pervading the safety of his woolen coat. On his doorstep, there were two packages, both addressed to him. Taking these packages, he closed the door and then headed into his basement.
The damp chilled air of the basement clung to his dark brown hair and nipped at his exposed hands. In the center of the room, there was a large crystalline structure. The crystal imprisoned his precious one far better than any man made prison, for it was not manmade, but made by the Fey.
The Fey, had made the cr
SpainxReader Never forgetSpainxReader Never forget3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
The scenes repeated in his head, your smiling face, the cute laugh that sounded like music to his ears, and the wonderful times you two shared together. All of it was too much for him to handle. Tears trickled out of his emerald eyes onto his cheeks as he fell to his knees clutching the white cloth placed out on the church floor. "(Name) (Name) (NAME)!!!!!!!!!"
You looked at the brown leather journal that you were given when you entered his kingdom. You took a napkin to dry off your tear-stained cheeks but it really didn't help since they kept coming."(N-Name)?" You turned around as a little smile crept onto your face, at lease being in heaven lets you see one of your very old friends. "H-How are you Prussia?" The fallen kingdom smiled and knelt down next to you. "Do you want to put this journal to good use?" You simply nodded as he opened the book "It's just blank pages Gilbert..." he chuckled as he whispered something that made your heart race. "Sho
Private Detective -Part 3- The EndPrivate Detective -Part 3- The End3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Pravite Detective!EnglandxReader part 3: the end
It wasn't hard for (name) to figure out who did it. He was there all along, or so she thought. Backing out
of the bathroom, Arthur noticed the fear in her eyes.
"What is it, love? Do you know who could have done it?" Arthur asked. 'It all makes since now! The way
he acted, the flirty attitude, the tea leaf, and he had just taken off muddy shoes! Oh no! I-it was Arthur!'
(name) screamed in her head as she took off down the hallway with Arthur close behind.
"Wait (name) why are you running?!" Arthur asked confused.
"You killed him!"
"Wh-what?!" Arthur grabbed (name)'s hand and pulled her to him abruptly stopping her.
"What in the
bloody hell makes you think I did it?!"
"Just think about it! I'm stupid! You knew I would come to you for help! You knew that I would trust you
and never think you would do it! Why Arthur?! Why did you kill him?!"
"I didn't! I would never want to hurt you! I-I I bloody well love you!" Arthur gripped her arms
Hidden Feelings 5Hidden Feelings 53 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
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
Chapter 1 American fun! APH fanfiction by meChapter 1 American fun! APH fanfiction by me3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
"Carousel? Uhh, how about the rides? Oh! And the burgers...You're gonna love it!" Alfred said in excitement, while Arthur was dragged by his hand. "Hold on a second! I don't even eat burgers..and rides? I don't have any clue what rubish that is!" He answered to himafter trying to keep up with him. Alfred's expression went blank and he suddenly stopped walking, instantly grasping his sholders and firmly shook him. "Wait! You've never been to the fair or anything like that, huh? Duuuuuude! Your totally missing out!" Grumbling and letting his eyes close in annoyance, Arthur shoved him off and sighed.
"I've heard of them, yes...but I have never gotten into such things."
As they took a bus there England wasin't gonna let 'them riding on a bus' slide past Alfred. "Why did we take the bus, it stinks and people keep staring at--don't you drive!?" Alfred chuckled and placed his palm atop Arthur's head. "This, is faster..And did you think I knew how to get there yet? They just opened Bro'." Arth