FrostbittenWinter is her favorite time of the year.Frostbitten2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's beautiful. Silver and blue dance around with one another in a waltz of freezing passion as snow and ice douse the land in a blanket of boreal glamour. Glass windowpanes become easels for falling snowflakes, frost etching into the smooth surfaces in intricate and unique patterns.
Winter has always been her favorite time of the year, and it always will be.
It is not because of Christmas--no, even though she loves the holiday, it is not what sparks her strong fondness for the star-colored blanketing across the land. Her infatuation with the snow and ice and everything cold has to do with something that most people don't truly believe in.
A boy whom she met long ago.
She still remembers the day like it was yesterday. Running around in the forest, laughing and tasting the snowflakes as they fell down into her parted lips and melting immediately on her tongue. All bundled up as a precaution, even though the winter has always been kind to h
Primal SenseYou know that feeling you get, that feeling that someone or something's watching you but there's no one there? Or maybe you're in a crowd when it hits you, and you happen to turn and find the person staring? Or maybe it's the feeling that something's not quite right? All people are born with it, that sixth sense. It's been with mankind since ancient times, back when humans were easy prey and predators stalked every shadow. Children generally have a stronger sense than adults; a survival mechanism against unseen danger during a time when nighttime was the most dangerous time. Next time you're out at night, and you get that feeling that you're being watched, or something's not right listen to that sixth sense it just might save youPrimal Sense2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Note on DrowningI am writing this letter for myself. If you have found this letter, please give it to me. If you find that I lack the will to read, if my mind is gone, if my hands are bloodied, tell me at least, that the song is near its end. If I am dead [indistinguishable]A Note on Drowning3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
[Written in the margin: IF I AM DEAD THROW ME TO THE SEA]
In laying out the bones of my terrors, a solution may be found.
I’ll start before the beginning, when Mother took me for walks on the beach and told stories. Together we missed my father, who sailed the sea. These are my earliest memories, but I remember things had always been this way. We walked together, and I counted my many steps and Mother’s few. When I stretched my legs, I could make it so my path went over only her footprints.
The sand was soft where she had stepped. Elsewhere was gritty, and unclean.
I was young for all of Mother’s stories. Here I will write the relevant one as best I remember.
“A sailor was on a ship. This ship was far of
A Trader From Far AwayA Trader From Far Away2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A trader came to town today
He came from a land far away
He many things for sale
From freaky clothes to fruited ale
I, being the good soul that I am,
Gave him the tour of the town
I showed him the upsides and the down
When we neared the end of the tour
I took him in my humble store
"This all so weird," he said
"In my town no one bakes your bread
Or sows your thread
You just learn to do it
Or end up dead.
But the strangest thing of all
Is all the silver that you wear
It's on your clothes and in your hair.
Why do you replace it with sand?"
"Sand?" I spluttered a bit taken a back
For I was in my finest silver
His latest word sunk in like a sliver
From rotten wood rack
A heated hateful infection spread
From my heart to my head
Rage broke out cautions cage
"We wear silver, unlike you,
Because we, are not peasants
Who flaunt feathers like pheasants!"
Face locked he looked of shocked
After a minute he replied
"I'd rather wear feathers than rock
But either way I have made you upset
And that I
In Oz: Catch A Falling StarIn Oz: Catch A Falling Star6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In Oz: Catch A Falling Star
* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *
So I'll make a wish and hope it'll come true: May I one day be able to get rid of myself and see with the eyes of the little blonde thing, so I can dream worlds of love into life where laughter and joy are eternal, and dancing will be the only language we'll have to use to understand each other.
Let's create planets of joy with our drawings and words, and I catch your falling star to see it sparkle in the palm of my hand. May its light show me the way home.
Dreams (Vati!PrussiaXChild!Reader) requestThis is for Epicninja78, it's a bit short but there you go!Dreams (Vati!PrussiaXChild!Reader) request3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The clatter in the kitchen grew louder. You winced, hearing pans fall to the floor. Your father stormed out of the double doors into the main room. All of the guests stared at the enraged Prussian dashing his chef's hat to the floor. You knew he was doing his best to control his temper, but he wasn't doing so well.
He trembled, wiping his hands on his apron and asked:" So, mein herr, vhat seems to be zhe problem?" You couldn't hear his answer, only seeing the customer in question making gestures at his plate of food. Your father's voice rose:" Look, me, zhe awesome head-chef cooked it, it can't help but be awesome!"
The sous-chef hurried out of the kitchen in time to catch your father's failing arms. He dragged him back into the kitchen and you followed him. Gilbert was cussing loudly, but stopped at the sight of your small figure. "Vati, what's wrong?" He scooped you up and nuzzled your face.
"Nothing, meine liebe." He held y
Dear [Name] (Old!America x Old!Reader)Dear [Name] (Old!America x Old!Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Dear [Name] .::Songfic::.
(Old!America x Old!Reader)
The birds were signing, the sun was strong and standing proud in the bright blue afternoon sky. You were sitting in your garden, outside, on a very comfy, padded chair, and your husband, Alfred, was sitting right next to you, in a similar chair. Both of you were silent, listening to nature's sounds. Just like the day you first met.
"Dear [Name], do you remember, when you were young and very pretty?" asked the blonde, in a raspy voice, looking over at you.
"I do" you replied, in a raspy voice as well, looking back at him.
"I remember pleated skirts, black and white saddle shoes... Do you remember dancing that night?"
"That's right, Al. I do"
"I still think of you when we dance, although we can’t jitterbug as we did then..."
It was a warm night in nineteen forty-five. World War II had ended not so long ago, and the American soldiers from your hometo
Father!AmericaxMother!Reader - New HopeAlfred watched, his heart racing, as the C-section was preformed. He was going to be a father, but something had gone horridly horridly wrong. He wasn't allowed inside due to some medical reason, not even with [name]'s permission. He held the teddy bear in his hands, squeezing it for comfort.Father!AmericaxMother!Reader - New Hope3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Please...let the baby live. And [name] too." He thought, seeing a frightening amount of blood between a pair of bodies that were the doctors. His mind raced with a thousand thoughts, [name]'s well-being being one of them.
"Mister Jones?" Alfred's head shot up, his eyes wide with panic. "[Name]'s okay...but the baby...has passed on." The news shattered Alfred's heart.
"Can I see her?" He asked, standing up. The nurse nodded and led him to [name]'s room, 122b. When the door was opened, he saw [name] sitting on the bed, staring out the window. "Hey, [nickname]?" He asked. She turned to him, her eyes glazed with grief.
"You got the news didn't you?" She whispered.
"Yeah, I did." He pulled
Papa!America x Mama!Reader: Pride and JoyPapa!America x Mama!Reader: Pride and Joy2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You watched as you young daughter ran through the playground and slid down the slides. She was the most important thing in the world to you and you loved her dearly. Today was Emily's birthday so you decided to take her to the local park as your husband; Alfred finished preparing for her party. You wanted today to be perfect for your little girl, you only turn 6 once. Unfortunately her birthday fell on the day before the first day of school so finding guest for the party wasn't easy, but you managed to get a small group together to celebrate the birth of your pride and joy.
You pulled out your phone to check the time. It was noon; the guests were coming around 1 so you decided it was time to head home. "Emily, it's time to go. Daddy and I have a surprise waiting for you back at the house." Emily came running over with a huge smile on her face. She knew about the party but neither you nor Alfred had told her what was going to be there. You took her hand and headed home.
SpainxRunaway!Reader: Family Problems Part 1((WHOLE CHAPTER ANTONIO POV))SpainxRunaway!Reader: Family Problems Part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
I had just finished my siesta when Lovi kicked me out of the house for a walk in the park or something. He said something around, "I need at least an hour without your loud spanish ass babbling or your loud snoring bastard!" and he kicked me out to take a walk or something.
Lovi is so cute when he's angry! Just like when he was a little chibi!
I walked through the park, skipping around trees, chasing squirrels, and avoiding women who tried to flirt with me.
I didn't feel like dealing with pretty ladies today, just needed some time alone, to clear my mind, like Lovi wanted!
I walked into a secret garden that was hidden in the back of the park, no one has found it yet, except for me.
I walked towards an old unfinished gazebo that I sat around when I needed to clear my head.
But I found something different in my gazebo, not just a small white bench, but a beautiful girl sitting on it.
He had messed up (h/l) (h/c) locks that fell like a curtain, shielding her
~One more ciggarette~ *Fem!Scotland X Fem!Reader*~One more ciggarette~~One more ciggarette~ *Fem!Scotland X Fem!Reader*2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
*Fem!Scotland X Fem!Reader*
Warning:This is Yuri aka girl x girl.If you don't like it,please don't read.
The red headed female played with the lighter in her hand,turning it and studying as if it was the most interesting object,pondering if it was right to do what she wanted to do at the moment.
It wasn't the fact that Allison couldn't quit smoking - if she really felt like it,she would.
But then there were those time when she would get all worked up,being added the fact she couldn't sleep at nights from certain considerents urged her to grab her pack of fine ciggars and drag the damned smoke from the lit stick.
Nicotine was addicting indeed and smoking helped the Scottish female to forget for a small period of time the reason of her pain.
Lighting up a white cancer stick held in between her slightly parted lips,Allison dropped the lighter in the pocket of her black leather jacket,focusing on inhaling the smoke.
The red haired female chuckl
A football shirt (SH series)A football shirt (SH series)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
.... a red football shirt. Picking it up, you turned it over to see the name. Fernández Carriedo huh? You thought, recalling that name from somewhere. But where..... Then it hit you. The star football player! Of course!
Well, there was no way you were putting that shirt down now! You clung to it, grinning widely. You didn't even know why you hadn't immediately recognized that name, I mean, he was only one of the best football players at the moment, not to mention he was incredible handsome and charismatic.
That's what the cameras showed you anyway, who knows? You pondered, maybe he's an arrogant, antisocial bastard most of the time and he puts on a smile, an adorable one at that in front of everyone.
Whilst you mused on this food for thought, you skimmed the rest of the tables. Conclusion, nothing interesting there. So you proceeded to the counter and bought the shirt eagerly. Even the cashier shot you a look of pure jealousy.
Grinning widely you skipped to t
Dying!RomexGrandaughter!ReaderYour little brother was weeping on your shoulder. "He can't go, he can't!" The little Italian blew his nose on your shoulder.Dying!RomexGrandaughter!Reader2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Calm down, Italy. Grandpa Rome will be fine. He's the world's biggest empire. He can't die." But he was. The greatest empire would be no more. Who would control the land? Feliciano was just a little boy. Romano was with big brother Spain. Who would be the next Roman Empire?
Germaina stepped out of Rome's chamber. "______, your grandfather wishes to speak to you." He opened the curtain. You stepped into the lavish room.
"Ah belle~ come sit beside me." Rome was sitting up on a couch. He attempted to stand up, but he fell back down.
"Grandfather!" You ran by his side.
"I'm fine. This reminds me of the day I met your Grandmother. God she knew how to-"
"Grandfather, Italy is right outside. I don't want him to here you talk like that. Besides, that is a little disgusting." Even on his deathbed, Rome can still think about the sex he has had over the
Innocent Mama!ReaderxGeneral!JapanHappy early birthday to HTTYDchick! I´m not gonna be on to post this tomorrow so I´m posting it today! Hope you like!Innocent Mama!ReaderxGeneral!Japan2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Creak, creak, creak.
The sounds rang through the seemingly empty house. You sighed in relief that your house was not harmed by the destruction of the atomic bomb that had landed on Hiroshima. You scanned the hallways to see any debris or anything that had fallen out of its place during the rumbles of the bomb. Luckily everything was fine and okay.
Except for one thing... or person I should say.
Your handsome son, Kiku, had been scarred for life during the terrible war. One of the generals pulled him from your loving grasp and put him as a general in war. He came back after the last war with fear in his chocolate brown eyes whispering things in Japanese.
"M-mama..." A small voice cried out, disturbing the what seemed to be the never sending silence. You walked towards a small wooden door and gently pushed it open to not create a loud sound and
Guardian Angel PrussiaxReaderxLittle!Germany PrussiaxReaderxLittle!GermanyGuardian Angel PrussiaxReaderxLittle!Germany3 years ago in Drama More Like This
You were quite comfortable in your bed that you shared with your husband Gilbert Beilschmidt. Your face
buried in his toned chest. And his annoying snore that you had gotten used to over time was the only thing
breaking the silence.
"*snore* Kesesesese~ *snore* Kesesesesese~"
You sighed as you suddenly felt a tug at the sleeve of your nightgown. You rolled over to face your 5
J.G.F.I. Teacher!Hetalia x Student!Reader: FrenchJ.G.F.I. Teacher!Hetalia x Student!Reader: French2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You sighed, relieving some nerves that kept going tense from being nervous and all. You knocked the door, waiting for an answer.
As always, he's taking his sweet time open the door. Rolling your eyes, you leaned against the wall and began your wait, busying yourself with thoughts.
Ah, French class! The class that teaches the oh-so exotic language of love you managed to get in. Since all seniors were required to take an extra language course of choice, aside from English since it was essential, you decided to take the French course of all things. Hey, French really wasn't hard to learn, and you knew it'd piss Mr.Kirkland off if you talked "frog talk" (he liked to use that name instead of "the French language"). Besides, the teacher wasn't as bad as he seemed. It was quite the opposite actually.
He was funny, kind, and may be thought of as a pervert by some, but in all reality he was a hopeless romantic, which was pretty cute in your opinion. Plus, he was really good at giving a
High School Sweethearts *SpainxReader*This is for MischievousRibbon. Thanks for the great memories, love~High School Sweethearts *SpainxReader*2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A blissful sigh escapes your lips as you look at your wedding gown- clad body in the mirror before you. Yes, today was your wedding day. The day you would become one with your high school sweetheart, Antonio Fernández Carriedo, or, just Toni. You had asked for a few moments to yourself before the ceremony, before your last minutes of being a single women. Not that you would want it any other way, of course. You love Toni with all your heart. In fact, you can still remember the day the two of you met, like it was still taking place this very moment...
You took timid steps as you attempted to walk to your home room class. School had only been in for a few days now, kids still introducing themselves, trying to make a quick day friend. You decided you'd just see who you really clicked with. Head stuck in the clouds, you missed seeing a fellow freshman walking towards you. "Hola, chica!" He grinned as he f
TheAvengers-Stony request- Let's go to Disneyland!TheAvengers-Stony request- Let's go to Disneyland!2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Steve was sitting on the couch, mouth hanging open. Okay, he probably looked really stupid right now. Luckily no one was around to see it. He shook his head, trying to clear it.
He just saw a commercial of Disneyland in California.
And he wanted to go there.
Okay, he was a grown up man and maybe it was embarrassing, but he wanted. Badly.
Everything seemed so colorful, people were cheerful. It was just.. Magical. Yes, it was an accurate word. Magical.
Suddenly Steve wanted nothing more than go there. And he was sure that if he would ask Tony, they go, after a lot of mocking from brunet's side, of course. But he was embarrassed to ask. Again, he was an adult. A soldier, Captain. With a heavy heart he admitted to himself that he would never see Disneyland.
Steve started gently. Trying to give Tony small hints. So when one day, Tony walked into the living room and saw his boyfriend watching a Mickey Mouse cartoon, a black and white, with terrible animation, on
The ice cream bet (Dad PolandXChild Reader)Toris sighed, leading Ivan to a nice cafe he used to frequent with his friend. Ivan said he wanted to go someplace new and had forced Toris into showing him where he hung out when he wasn’t on the job.The ice cream bet (Dad PolandXChild Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rubbing his temples, he opened the door, the familiar chime on the door tingling through the room.
“Welcome back!” The bartender greeted him cheerily, nodding his head to where there was a table free. Toris smiled thankfully, crossing the cafe to get to their spot. The moment he’d shrugged off his coat and offered Ivan a seat, his ears were met by a familiar voice.
“I can like totally do this! Chill!”
Toris groaned, not now..... he thought, turning to see where Feliks was sitting. As soon as his eyes find him they widened, for sitting next to him was a little girl. It looked as though she was challenging him to something, her hands on her small sides and talking to him in her small voice.
“It won’t work papa, I’ve told you this before
PapaFranceXchildReaderXMamaFemEngland: Dance“Mama, I’m so excited! I can’t wait to go to the dance!” 5 year-old (Name) says to Alice. Tomorrow night is scheduled for the Father/Daughter dance at (Name)'s school. (Name) has been waiting all month to go dancing with her papa, Francis.PapaFranceXchildReaderXMamaFemEngland: Dance3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Alice smiles at her daughter, pushing up her glasses a bit. “You’ll have a lot of fun, I’m sure of it. Now please, (Name) hold still so I can finish your dress.” She says to (Name). Alice insisted that she makes a pretty dress for (Name) since this is her first Father/Daughter dance. (Name) apologizes for squirming so much and holds still for as long as she can.
Once Alice finished the final touches, she wipes the sweat off her brow and looks at her daughter. “Okay, go take a look in the mirror, sweetie.” Nodding, (Name) runs to the full body mirror that was hanging on the wall, and twirled around a couple times. Smiling, she runs to her mother, and gives her a big hug.
Kitty!RomanoXReader- Such A Horrible CatKitty!RomanoXReader- Such A Horrible Cat2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What would you like for you birthday, sweety?" Your dad asked you happily, trying to overlook the sadness in your eyes.
You shook your head and looked away. "Nothing.. I don't want anything.."
"Sweetheart.." you dad sighed, looking at you. His eyes were glazed over with tears. "I know what today is, but I also want you to be happy..." he said sympathetically, ruffling your hair.
"I'm fine, Daddy. Really..." you murmured, trying to put on a happy smile and failing.
Your dad looked at you, seeming serious. "C'mon, honey. Anything you want, we'll get it." he said, looking straight into your eyes.
You sighed and thought for a while, then gazed up at your father. "Well..."
"AGH! ROMANO, WHY?!?!" you yelled, flinging your backpack at the cat. "DAMMIT ROMANO, THAT ESSAY IS DUE TOMORROW!!!"
You glared at the horrid creature that only growled and pounced at you as your backpack hit the ground next to him.
"No! Go away! I don't want to deal with you right now!!" You glared, pushing th
Santa: Father!GermanyXChild!Reader"Vati?"Santa: Father!GermanyXChild!Reader2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Ludwig opened his eyes, meeting your excited little eyes. He smiled to himself and sat up in bed. His hand went to your head as he patted it. He had recently adopted you. It was your first Christmas with the family. Needless to say, you were beside yourself in joy and bouncing with excitement. He had been nervous when adopting you but he felt very much reassured that you were as happy with the decision as he was. Now he just had to make sure this Christmas would be the best one you ever had.
"Why are there presents downstairs?" you asked.
"Saint Nicholas vas here. He gives gifts to good little boys and girls. The bad children get coal."
You giggled. He didn't understand what was so funny. Instead, you reached up and combed back his hair with your tiny fingers, like you had seen him do. A fond smile crossed his face as you waited patiently for him to get out of bed. He got up and put his robe on. Gilbert often said that Ludwig had you trained like a dog but Ludwig liked seeing i