In a war outguned (Russia x Reader oneshot)Screams of agony could be herd all around as my men fell to the snow encrusted ground. We were outmatched but we refused to give up. This was a war I could not afford to loos and no plans in doing so. Still though, as I lessoned to the cries of my men as they fought on and on I started to feel a little bad for pushing them into this. But me being their country I suppose they had no other choice. There had been a lot of dispute about it between them and the ruling vote was to go through with it even though my friends, Prussia, Hungary and even America said not to….In a war outguned (Russia x Reader oneshot)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Still! This was a fight that needed to be fought! And here I am now, watching my men fall to the hand of the man who started everything. I look at him now, his Violet eyes locked with mine. Russia. I know what you’re thinking; “Russia!? You’re in a war with Russia!?!?” And you’re probably cursing my stupidity under your words, but yes. I am fighting a war with Russia. A war that prob
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 57Everlasting Snow: Chapter 573 years ago in Romance More Like This
Warning: This chapter contains spoilers regarding the Rise of the Guardians movie!
You brace yourself for impact.
But it doesn’t come.
You feel something catch you, slowing down the pace of your fall. You slowly open your eyes, daring to relax.
The wind whirls around your feet and shins, providing a cushion between you and the hard ground.
It slowly sets you down, your feet softly making contact with the earthen floor.
It leaves your feet and swirls up and around you in a single, long, invisible line, making you giggle as your clothes dance slightly from the wind. You’re reminded of a cat’s tail wrapping around its owner’s leg as it purrs, longing to be pet and loved.
It leaves the rest of your body and rubs against your cheek, feeling very much like a delicate hand resting on your face in a final farewell. Then, it departs.
Thank you, you call after it, still smi
Duplicate (Poem)Duplicate (Poem)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They built me in the shadows
And bled my sallow, rigid
Blood until I was a waif
And bent on hell's revenge.
At the toll of torn benevolence
Rose my mother and my
Forefathers; yet none of
Them could ever stand with me.
They construct my heart from
Beating tissue of living flesh,
Ripped from the shreds and
Tatters of rotting, sour souls.
And so, here I lie, a product
Of a broken past and the
Malicious intent of men who
Were better strangled by fate.
Let no one find me, for I can
Do this on my wretched own.
Decrepit and disillusioned; no
One dares release my fetid bonds.
Yet I can hear the machinist's
Machines working for the men
Who bulk and exhaust their
Inhuman, sanguinary steam.
They incite my rage as I lie
On the cusp of sleepless sleep,
A savant of all the idiots that
Cannot stand their ground.
I can sense them, their crooked
Thoughts and smiles, bound
To bondage of kings and serfs
They sow an unrepentant land.
Hear me, now; I will end this
Sin to flawed perfection.
I will liv
no one listensthis is the part where you start listening.no one listens2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i'm not one to pour my words,
cheap wine no glass just red solo cup,
into an empty room.
i'm not one to talk when everyone
only pretends they're listening when really,
they're just hearing.
the part you start listening
comes at the part where i show you my skin.
i could show you my heart all i want
but you won't hear me.
i could tell you about every moment
i've spent basking, drowning
in whatever endless emotion
and you would nod sympathetically.
but you still wouldn't listen.
not til i show you my skin
screenprinted and scattered in scars,
hatchmarking of blended bends
and tall and stretched.
or if i told you how i've left my body
in shambles, and left it, broken
and rained on like cardboard boxes on city streets
five years after my destruction proved inadequate
until someone else
with fracturing fingers
ruined me worse.
my bones splintered under the thin
stretch of skin
covering them until i grew thick limbs,
a trunk like a tree.
F0X09T Book 1 Chapter 10Fox O'Nine TalesF0X09T Book 1 Chapter 105 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Book One: Larissa of Foxwood
Dr. Gwen Osgood ran and ran until she could run no more, and then, her heaving lungs aching, her trembling legs growing numb, she finally collapsed in a defeated heap upon the polished stone floor of the palatial hallway. Slowly she raised her weary head to see, once again, exactly what she feared she would once again see. She was indeed, once again, exactly where she was when she had begun her attempted "escape" hours before. She was again staring through the open doors into the elegant and sumptuously appointed suite of rooms in which she had found herself upon awakening awakening after having lost consciousness during her nightmare horseback ride (abducted!) through a savage thunderstorm.
Have I somehow gone absolutely mad? wondered the frightened doctor, a strange question for an eminently well-trained and well-respected profes
A Nod to Tradition A Nod to TraditionA Nod to Tradition3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Warnings: …slight cursing…lotsa gay. Izm/A.E.D. Marcus being traumatized. Christmas cheer.
Izm had never met anyone in his life who was as much of a spoilsport as A.E.D. All he wanted to do was spread holiday cheer, and the sour faced prefect had gone and confiscated all of his mistletoe. Something about 'causing a disturbance in the student body.' And then he'd threatened detention when Izm offered to 'disturb his student body.'
Where was the Christmas spirit?
"Hey, shrimp, special delivery," Desmond called out from the door way. Izm sat up in his bed only to receive a small bundle of letters to the face. "From your girlfriend. You guys seriously need to cut down on the love letters."
"Aww, you jealous?" Izm sneered, glancing down at the envelopes in his lap. He recognized the names on the front as children from .D's orphanage. He looked back up at his roommate, batting his eyelashes flirtatiously. "I can write you some, maybe?"
"Yeah, no thanks,
Winged Ones - Alternate Ending - Ch AWinged Ones - Alternate Ending - Ch A2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is meant to be read after reading the original fanfic, though I suppose that (with some confusion at first) it can stand on its own.
This is not simplified bonus material, it is a full fledged and drastically alternate version of events, a full 11 chapters, about 21,000 words total.
I tried to follow the logic and lore I set up last time, but eventually in some places I let the story tell itself rather than try to mirror all elements I included last time.
To avoid confusion I will be labeling each chapter with letters vs. numbers
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The story is exactly the same up until the Temple of Wind and the face off with the fire dragon, after this point things take a tragic turn in this new second half of the story.
the ice dragon Yubreit was heavily wounded and unable to recover from his injuries after the battle with the dragon of fire, he was able to follow the group as they progressed further into the Temple of Wind but was helpless in the next battl
F0X09T Book 1 Chapter 9Fox O'Nine TalesF0X09T Book 1 Chapter 95 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Book One: Larissa of Foxwood
"Princess Winona!" cried Larissa, realizing she had lost track of Reggie and Bea in the friendly crush of Royal Council Princesses. She spun round frantically and, seeing the Princess just behind her, reflexively clutched the Princess's royal wrist. She then gasped a slight gasp and released her impulsive grasp, hoping she had not done something wrong. But Princess Winona only smiled a reassuring smile.
"What's wrong, Larissa?" asked Winona.
"I've, I've lost Reggie and Bea!" sputtered Larissa.
Winona's smile remained. "I'm sure we've only misplaced them. They are certainly too precious to us to ever become lost to us." And with that, Princess Winona made a motion with her hand and the small engulfing sea of Royal Council Princesses parted
F09T Book 1 Chapter 12Fox O'Nine TalesF09T Book 1 Chapter 125 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Book One: Larissa of Foxwood
"We are halfway to our destination. You rode very well last night."
Dr. Gwen looked up into the great wolf's face, which fairly glowed, its frame of sleek wolf-hair looking like glistening flames in the illumination of the setting sun's last rays. She attempted a small smile at the compliment. But even the muscles in her face were still sore from the exhausting ride, even after she had slept almost the entire day away. She had awakened only an hour earlier to find a meal left warming for her over a nearby campfire. There was also in the near distance a small makeshift teepee-like tent which she discovered was equipped to provide everything needed for a quick ladylike clean-up, including privacy. But Knight Nathaniel was missing. It was as she was finishing the surprisingly sweet and tasty tea he had left prepared for her that the wolfen guardian rea
We could be forever- chapter 43~Touya~We could be forever- chapter 433 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Trying to play fight with a pokemon was a bad choice to begin with… but trying to play fight with an eleven foot snake that’s body was as thick as your head was a whole different mistake.
Serperior, who was normally so high class and gentle and easy going, turned into a thorough killer when she was in battle, and regardless of it being a play fight or not she was still the scariest fucking thing I had ever come face to face with (accept maybe for my own dilemmas).
She was strong, a solid slithering muscle covered in sleek oily skin, glistening under the moon as the starts twinkled and the late summer hat set in. It had been especially hot around Aspertia this last week, and threats about wild fires had come on the news—not a good sign when east on the mainland Unova was suffering from snow flurries.
I hadn’t decided what to do about Team Plasma really… but I decided that if things got worse and I heard anything more about it on the news I would h
~In Your Eyes~ A Prussia x Reader One Shot~In Your Eyes~ A Prussia x Reader One Shot2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Suck it losers! Make way for the awesome Gilbert!"
You giggled as your best friend Gilbert continued to make a fool of himself. He didn't care and that's what you loved about him. Sure, he could be a little brash and prideful, but there was another side to him. In middle school, you were always the target because you got the best grades. You were outside the school, surrounded by a group of girls. They had pushed you into the wall and broken your glasses, now they just sneered and laughed as you cried. Then out of nowhere appeared this strange looking boy. He came up to you and picked up your broken glasses and then turned to the girls. "You know, bullying is so not awesome." He grabbed your arm and pulled you away from them. Ever since then, you've clung to his side. That was the day you fell for the egotistical sweetheart.
You and Gilbert were spending study hall in the library, with you actually studyin
I don't mind. Marco Bodt x ReaderI don't mind. Marco Bodt x Reader1 year ago in Drama More Like This
[ you are pulled from the w r e c k a g e of your silent reverie ]
He looks up at you, freckled face grinning big and idiotic. He seems to brighten up when he sees you, if that's even possible. For some reason his happiness seems forced. "Oh!" He quickly says your name, making you wince as though he's burned you. "Are you assigned to my squad?"
There's a loud sound outside, and people screaming. Flinching noticeably, you feel your heart begin to speed up, and you find yourself swallowing in fear. You nod your head nervously.
Marco continues to stare up at you, still smiling, though it's more genuine now, and filled with pity. You hate how he's looking at you. "Name," he says softly.
You notice that y
His Angel A sigh-- John was slouching in his armchair, staring at Sherlock's seat that had remained empty for the past 6 months.His Angel2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Standing up, John took a few steps forwards and reached out with a shaky hand to touch the chair Sherlock had once used, letting out an almost whiny sigh, closing his eyes briefly before sitting down. He'd been too afraid-- too weak, even, to touch Sherlock's chair or go too close to his bedroom. Living alone in the flat was like some sick kind of torture, but John couldn't find it in himself to just leave, either. Their home was the closest John could get to Sherlock, aside from visiting his grave-- but he'd thought that staying in the flat was more comforting.
With his arms resting on the arms of the chair, John leaned back. Mixed with the smell of leather upholstery, John could smell Sherlock-- he could smell his familiar yet dull scent of middle-class bar soap and expertly cleaned, fresh linen. As he exhaled slowly, a tear
Chance in Hell: Riddler and Two-face pt 2Going to sleep was probably the best part of Edward’s day now. Before going to sleep he would sign ‘goodnight’ through the thick glass, and lay down in bed, Harvey would do the same, and they would face each other, the glass would be the only thing separating them, they would lie for a few minutes and just look at each other, Two-face would quickly start to drift off, and would roll over to sleep. But Edward would continue watching him, sometimes for hours if he couldn’t sleep.Chance in Hell: Riddler and Two-face pt 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
He’d lay and watch the other man’s chest rise and fall, wishing he could hear his breath, his heartbeat, anything, anything that wasn’t his own. He felt so lonely. He missed talking, really talking, not signing. The only times he got to talk now was in their hour breaks in the rec rooms during the day and in counselling sessions, and even then he didn’t get to talk to Harvey very much. In the rec room he was always afraid of the other patients seeing them,
Chance in Hell: Riddler and Two-faceEdward Nigma sighed as he sat, bored, in the grey walled rec room of Arkham. He watched as Joker span and danced in the room prattling on about his last fight with Batman, and saying that he shared a connection with the vigilante that no one else did, and that's why he would win.Chance in Hell: Riddler and Two-face3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He leant back on the metal chair, looking over as Harvey glared at the clown and stated, "Win what Joker? This isn't a game."
"Oh but it is! It's a wonderful game, and I'm going to win!" Joker squealed happily.
Eddy rolled his eyes, "Harvey, to him everything is a game, you should know that by now."
Harvey gave an audible growl, he looked around the room; they'd thrown everyone together again for whatever reason, he hated when they did this, too many variables. He found a seat – Next to Edward, as he had for the past two months, the only place where he didn't feel as if he were being looked at as a freak.
Edward smiled lightly at Two-face, "Don't let him get to you, it's what he wants. Remember what I t
We could be forever- chapter 59~Hyuu~We could be forever- chapter 593 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“I don’t understand Kyou…” I murmured, thinking back to the frantic phone call the other day—just before we arrived in Humilau to satisfy Rosa. “She hasn’t even called and… she sounded so desperate before.”
“Who cares?” He purred a lulling sound, feeling the sun on his back as our small cabin came with large open windows that let in a sea breeze. We were staying right on the water, and I knew that… even with the worry of Rosa and what could be happening with team Plasma—this was also going to be one of the most amazing times of my life—seeing Kyouhei this happy.
If he thought Undella was beautiful he must have thought that Humilau was a dream of pure splendor and glory. I had caught him out in the ocean a few times already—waking up in the middle of the night because the tide got high, only to find him gone, or when I woke up from a shower this morning, he had vanished once again to the
lucarioxzoroark bitter love ch1in a forest a lucario and zoroark used to be friends as riolu and zorua but their parents hated each other for their kinds riolu and zorua would see each other in a secret place to aways play but their hide out was soon discover by both parents the father fought the father zoroark but he was killed and the pups wereseparated the mother family thought him that he should not be around zorua or zoroark and the zoroark family did the same as well soon their friendship was forgotten over the years and they forgot each other since lucario was a very young riolu he can't really remember what zoroarks look like he just went in the walk in the woods soon he heard something he went to take a look and he saw a zoroark climbing down a tree lucario could no believe it he really liked how she looked he wanted to say hi but he remembered what his mother told him but zoroark saw him and growls lucario stood still thinking that zoroark would go away she comes closer to him on all four lucario did not klucarioxzoroark bitter love ch13 years ago in Romance More Like This
saccharine . marco bodt x readersaccharine . marco bodt x reader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Your heels clicked as you walked to the front of the classroom, a familiar, weathered book with a cracked spine in your hand as you explained how Odysseus was a dynamic character for what seemed like the hundredth time, even though this was only your second year teaching. Dull eyes stared at you, and a couple of students were actually writing down what you were saying, even though you must’ve said this speech like three times this week. You were painfully conscious of how messy your hair was and that your lip balm was smudged, but surprisingly enough, in a class of honors students, no one had noticed. Perhaps it was just because it was Monday. Whatever it was, you were thankful they didn’t once you sent the class off for lunch.
Sitting at your desk and grading papers, you heard someone walk into the room. You peered over your awful reading glasses and grinned once you saw who it was.
Winged Ones - Alternate Ending - Ch BWinged Ones - Alternate Ending - Ch B2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His Father’s Name
Too weak with sorrow to leave the cave the two fell asleep in each other’s arms. As morning’s light drifted in from the distance entrance the dragon’s rough muzzle nudged Zelda awake.
She sat up, head pounding from a likely concussion, the Queen wearily opened her bloodshot eyes to find the owl between her and the entrance; he had kept watch over them the entire night.
“Kaepora? Is it is still safe?”
The owl turned and nodded. With that Zelda laid back down next to her sleeping son, the mask still in his arms with poor Navi nestled in the brim of his hat “No need to face the world just yet…” the widowed queen whispered.
With her words Kaepora’s heart wept within his cursed form.
Time stands still for no one, and eventually the lives residing within the cave had to face the world and new reality that greeted them.
The group sadly and sorely made their way back to Hyrule castle, Chirin cradling the m
A Forgotten Rose ch. 2I awoke the next morning exhausted but warm for a change. I was submerged by heavy blankets and struggled to escape the pile of sheets. I poked my head out with my quills messed up and my face looking frazzled. I found my chaos emerald still in my arms and glowing. I wasn't in the mood for waking up so early so I went back to bed. Several minutes later, Amy came in and shook me violently awake cheering, "Little Sis! Wakey, wakey!" The shock threw me into a daze of shock and exhaustion plus absolute anger so I growled, "If you weren't my sister.... I'd strangle you... with my bare hands".A Forgotten Rose ch. 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Eeep, sister is scary", she joked then put on a serious face, "Why are you so sore in the morning?" I tossed the blankets off her bed and stumbled out of bed, "Sore? Try sleeping in a cold stone apartment, with car bombs and rockets continually exploding 24/7 with a large bounty on your head. Not one person can sleep through that". "I think I know someone like that", Amy chuckled to herself. She then
PewdieCry - A New Way Of Gaming - Chapter 7Pewdie looked down at himself he raised an eyebrow at the fact his clothes had changed. He wore a plain red polo shirt and a faded pair of red jeans. Pewdie looked around once more, then seeing Cry he gasped. Cry lay with the same problem, a pair of green fox ears and tail stuck out from under his body. His mask had returned to cover his face, although it was fixed now. The crack down the middle of the mask had vanished. Much like Pewdie, Cry’s clothes had changed too, but his were green to match his ears and tail. The only difference between the two was lying at Cry’s side, a yellow blanket.PewdieCry - A New Way Of Gaming - Chapter 73 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pewdie crawled over to Cry and peeked under his mask, he was still out cold. Pewdie pondered for a moment. If his mask was fixed, would his scars from the Bro be healed up too? Pewdie hesitated before reaching for the bottom of Cry’s shirt, pulling it enough to see the scars. Pewdie blinked as he eyed the skin, the scars were completely gone. Sighing in relief he froze as he felt
A brother thingIn his mind it seemed like it started after his older brother gained his independence from Sweden.A brother thing10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Iceland hadn't seen his brother since 1814, last sight of him being his defiant march away from Denmark's house after a hug and many apologies. He remembered his brother saying he would return to take Eirikur with him when he had gained enough strength to protect him.
It took his brother 20 minutes to make up his mind after centuries of oppression, and leave in fury.
It took his brother 91 years to come back.
Iceland could clearly remember the day Mikkel took him out to the harbor. He could clearly remember feeling out of place in the sun, in the sea breeze.
And he could clearly remember the soaring feeling in his chest when his brother walked off the ship and embraced him.
He could remember being scared. What if his brother had changed the last 91 years? He was skinny, but overall he looked alright. He hadn't gained any lands, nor had he gained any wealth. But he had his independence, an
The Last MessageSherlock JWThe Last Message3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock, could you pick up some milk? JW
Sherlock, where did you put my gun? JW
Sherlock, who made the 'smiley' face on the wall? JW
Sherlock, did you put the severed head in the fridge? JW
Sherlock, are you playing the violin at 3 a.m. just now? JW
Sherlock, there's a case happen now. Interested? JW
Sherlock, is there any problem? JW
Sherlock, are you there? JW
Sherlock, where have you been? JW
Sherlock, why are you keep silent? JW
Sherlock, am I getting insane? JW
Sherlock, I need you JW
Sherlock, I miss you JW
Sherlock, please don't do this JW
Sherlock, I'm begging here JW
Sherlock, please JW
Sherlock, why there's no reply from you? JW
Sherlock, I know you're not a fake JW
Sherlock, I only hope one miracle, that is you JW
Sherlock, I know texting to death man's phone was ridiculous but this is the only way I can contact with you JW