His Majesty - Prince Spain x Traveler Reader (2)His Majesty - Prince Spain x Traveler Reader (2)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 2 - Away We Go
A large gust of wind blew through the tree branches above you, breaking a twig off of a branch and making it land next to your sleeping figure, effectively waking you up to the beautiful sight of a new day’s sunrise.
You rubbed your tired eyes as a yawn slipped out of your mouth. Another day, another trip. A grin creeped onto your face as you thought of the wondrous possibilities that awaited you at your newest destination.
Rifling through your bag, you managed to grab one of your maps of the local area. Today was the day you were traveling to the world-renowned Spanish Kingdom and you couldn’t be more eager. You always held a deep desire to go to one of the ‘proclaimed’ happiest places on Earth and now was your big chance.
Hopping off of your wagon, you walked over to your trusty donkey companion, who was currently sleeping at the moment, to
Unexplainable - Tomochika Shibuya/Otoya Ittoki~P~Unexplainable - Tomochika Shibuya/Otoya Ittoki3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"Are you all right?"
Otoya jumped a bit at the voice, before turning to eye its owner. There stood the best friend of the woman who had broken his heart, Tomochika Shibuya. Her violet-coloured irises were staring him down from where he was seated a few feet away, concern swirling in them.
Sighing heavily, he blinked at her before directing his gaze back to its original place on the floor. "Honestly, Tomo, no," he breathed, pulling a hand through his shaggy red hair. "But... I guess I have no choice but to eventually buck up, now do I?" He looked up again and gave her a bitter smile, trying to convey that he just wanted to be left alone, but at the same time he was more than grateful for her presence so he could finally have someone to talk to about his feelings and vent his frustrations to.
Tomochika took a tentative step forward, silently asking if she should in fact leave him be, but he shook his head at her and waved the other redhead over. The floor of the dar
CanvasLet her paint a masterpiece,Canvas3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let her paint a lie
Let her paint a word inside the shining silver skies.
Let her paint a mystery,
Let her paint a sin
Let her paint the things that lie in darkness deep within.
Let her paint a masterpiece
(but this time there's a twist)
Make the brush a blade and let the canvas be her wrist...
Mafia!Russia x Reader - Flower Bud9Mafia!Russia x Reader - Flower Bud93 years ago in Romance More Like This
For a few nights, you didn't sleep a wink. You were so busy trying to decode the papers, while anger flowed through your brain. How could Grandpa do that to you?! He didn't even know you but as a baby at the time, yet there was his signature, so proudly written like he won a deal. You threw all of the papers on the floor, standing on your feet. You wore comfortable sweat pants and a large baggy t-shirt that belonged to Lovino. It had cartoon-drawing tomatoes all over it, with the Italian words for flower bud on it. You had a similar shirt with little tomato instead of flower bud.
You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair, turning towards the door. You needed to get out, that was a definite. Your head hurt from so many codes. You slipped on your large coat, Ivan's scarf, and winter boots. Ivan's scarf still smelled like him, despite the fact you washed it. Another smile lit your features as you left the apartment, making sure the place was locked before you headed out for the ca
Close your eyes - Viking!Denmark X Reader~Slut ögonen~Close your eyes - Viking!Denmark X Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
*Viking!Denmark X Reader X Viking!Nordics*
The days were harsh upon the Northen lands,as wind blew cold,ruining the already weak plants which were supposed to feed people around.
Denmark didn't seem to have though such a burdening weather as the other three countries,though when wind came and hit the shore,it just seemed to sweep everything in its way - as the inhabitants did with the conquered lands.
Accustomed to the sunny days from down south - which rarely were either cold or rainy - (Name) couldn't help but feel both sick and gloomy.It had a great impact onto her,not to tell the fact that she was a stranger among people she couldn't trust.
What really kept her alive was the thought that (Brother's Name) has probably reached the extrem southern area,brought to shore by gentle people and taken care of greatly - instead of cold nipping at his skin,he bathed in raw warm sunrays,instead of his lips bruised by frostbit,they were dried from the hot summer air -
Suffocate“I didn’t want him,” she says. “I wanted something, something I saw in the eyes of Libby, Sam, Sandi, and Agnes. Something that would have made our new world, our safe world, a home. Children were a part of that world and so I found myself a child. Perhaps, I thought, I would love him and everything would fall into place. Perhaps with a child I could be content with safety, and normality, and a world without knives taped on mop heads.” A cold smile. “I still catch myself thinking that. I still think that maybe tomorrow will be the day where I can fall asleep with the lights on.”Suffocate3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Carmen’s features are stark and cold; like the chiseled lines of Soviet propaganda etched onto an icy street corner. A straight decided nose, high sharp cheekbones, and thin pinched lips. Her eyes are black. We sit together in a small, bare walled, room on a pair of fold up chairs.
I frown. “You mean off?”
“No. I mean on. During the war
Harry Potter AnalysisThe wonderful world of Harry Potter has touched countless lives upon its release. It contains many colorful elements from magic and fantasy to fighting bald snake people with little wooden sticks. Yet at the same time, despite touching so many countless lives, the ever-popular series has not been without its fair share of criticism, a large portion of which may not have been completely unfounded. Harry Potter has been said to promote more than a few more shady practices. It wouldn't hurt to explore and prod some of them in scholarly analysis.Harry Potter Analysis6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Let us take, for example, the most prevalent example in the HP wizarding world. Wands. Harry Potter and friends often use their wands to solve problems and, more often than not, create quite a few of them. HP, Ron, and Draco are constantly seen "whipping them out" and "waving them around," despite the fact many teachers advise most of the Hogwarts students against doing so. This could function as a sort of subliminal nod to boyhood fasc
Spanish Are Dancers(SpainxReader Oneshot)Antonio sat on his porch and sipped intently on a glass of red wine, much like he would do any other hot afternoon. But, this particular afternoon was special for you were at his home. You took chaste sips of your red wine and enjoyed the feel of the Spaniards near playful green eyes on your body.Spanish Are Dancers(SpainxReader Oneshot)4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Your home is so beautiful.. I'm so jealous." You said in a voice just above a whisper.
The passionate male beamed at your compliment before swiftly replying flirtingly, "Gracias mi amor ! But you are much more beautiful~."
You shot him a playful glare before looking down at the red liquid in your wine glass. You gave it a twirl before saying, "You lying Spaniard."
He chuckled as he scooted towards you with easy movement. Some of your (_h/c_) was tossed over your shoulder as hot lips came in soft contact with your neck. "Never," Another kiss to the neck was sent your way, "Would I lie about that~!"
You were sent into a giggle fit as he dug his face into your neck swee
Norway x Reader ~Spellstruck~Norway x Reader ~Spellstruck~3 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was cold, dark, and lonely. It had been a simple mistake. It was rare to see rabbits out of their winter burrows, and in your excitement, you had chased after it hoping you could catch it and show it to your parents.
Unfortunately, not only had you lost sight of the cleverly camouflaged creature in the blanket of snow, but you had gotten lost, yourself. Everything looked the same out here. There were no visible landmarks and no one out here to find you. You had gone far out of hearing range, and your throat already hurt from screaming for your mother. You would have cried, but your nose stung from the frost and your energy was completely drained.
“I’m going to die out here,” you sniffed. “I’m never going to see Mommy or Daddy again.”
“Child, what are you doing here?”
You gasped and looked up. There, kneeling in front of you, was a young man clothed with nothing more than a light tunic and a thin pair of pants—he was
You're mi tomate now... - (SpainXReader)You're mi tomate now... - (SpainXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“________-_________! ¿Cómo estás ahì? Are you finished with your line?!?”
As your friend said that, you fell on your back on the watery soil. Not really caring about your state.
Why did you? Simple, too tired. And it was not some time of the night, it was 7 o’clock in the morning.
How did you manage to end like this? Lack of sleep? Oh, no no. That night you slept soundly.
It was simply fault of that friend of yours, that cheery, life-is-beautiful, the-sun-is-high, tomato-lover Antonio.
All the junctures of your body were terribly screaming in pain, for standing up too much in one shot. Bringing a hand in your hair, you removed them from your face as the almost burning sun caressed your skin, and the sweat that covered your body.
Picking up tomatoes surely was funny, when you were with him. But hey, after some kilometers the body needs to rest! You were even wondering HOW he managed to do all of this all the mornings.
You closed your e
Just TalkWhy don't you smile anymore?- I miss it.Just Talk4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why won't you ever tell me what's wrong?- I always feel like it's me...
Why do you seem so different?- you don't seem alive.
Do you still think of me?- Cuz I think of you.
Do you still love me?- Cuz I love you so much.
I wish you would just tell me.
Just talk to me. Please.
Just. Talk. <3
You are my source to happiness - OneshotYou are my source to happiness - Oneshot3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summary: What is happiness? I mean sure you will get all you want
with money but is that all, will you be happy then? I guess each
individual has a different thought about happiness and so does
Gilbert Beilschmidt …
Warning: Implied sex, Yaoi (boyxboy duhh~), umm fluffiness that might
explode your mind... ooc-ness too >>
My happiness comes from such simple things...
I opened my bloody red eyes and squinted them as the bright sunlight
hit my lens. Wasn't the curtains closed last night? He must have
pulled them up. I can see the bird's nest out on the tree outside.
The temperature must be freezing out there but the tiny white egg has
made it or so it seemed, for there was a small bird cuddling next to
I propped myself up with my arms and felt the bed creaked as I
stepped down to the freezing wooden floor. Pieces of clothing were
scattered across the room. Boy, we were really going at it last
A chuckle escaped my lips as I p
Com 1/2: Italy X Reader *Love Again*Notes:Com 1/2: Italy X Reader *Love Again*3 years ago in Romance More Like This
-This is a commission for *RhinoGhost who wanted an Italy X Reader with lots of fluff and happiness. Luckily, that’s what Italy’s made of xD It actually wasn’t all the fluffy in the beginning, and I apologize for that!! Dx After this will be the second commission for her, an Iceland X Reader with fluff as well. For now, enjoy some fluffy Italy! ^^
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, the characters, or the reader. I only own the plot*
A gentle breeze filled the cooling, fiery evening air as Feliciano casually strolled through the streets. His hands folded together behind his back, he hummed a soft tune to the sound of his dress shoes clacking against the stone street. He could smell the chilling aroma of the oncoming rainstorm, confirming its presence with a thunderous growl from above. Italy’s lips curled into a pleased grin upon hearing the sound; it made him think of rainy days where he would simply lie in his bed and enjoy the sound of ra
Bi-PolaroidWill you take a Polaroid pictureBi-Polaroid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And shake it in your hand
As you wait for it to develop
Please try to understand
That my smile might as well be painted
My tears photoshopped out
I'll add a caption on the reverse
So there will be no doubt
That I swing low like a pendulum
In a grandfather clock
That I fly high as a soaring kite
With each tick and each tock
Will you take a Polaroid picture
And hold me in your hands
As you wait for me to develop
Please try to understand
There'll be days when I'm as cold as ice
I'll thaw myself for you
And those things I said with aggression
I will try to undo
You should take me in to a dark room
And shake me till its clear
The love I show you is very real
The hate just comes from fear
you have a heavy heartAre we still on the two sisters idea?you have a heavy heart3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Okay. What else you got?
You have something, what is it?
I've never written an argument. I've got nothing.
You've had one though. You have you and your experiences and everything that defines you and its okay.
I know. I'm scared.
Does this help? Imagining someone to talk to?
You seem real.
And you're not there anymore. Okay. I can do this. Write for someone who looks down on everything I like. Write for someone who looks down on me.
Shall we go over the rules?
Don't write clichéd phrases.
Do you know what that entails?
No. I don't really like how writing has rules. Grammar I can understand, it helps the reader along. But everything else just kills the enjoyment and fun of writing. I'm too scared to write.
Describe me something.
There's a white Kleenex on the floor, with a wasp underneath it. We squashed it with a shoe earlier, but it was still twitching, so s
Crash and Spyro, A Friendship Across Lifetimes C2Chapter 2: Dragons and their PrideCrash and Spyro, A Friendship Across Lifetimes C28 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
SPYRO is a young, purple dragon. Does this color mean something? He had a sneaking suspicion, yet asking the Elders or at the minimum being able to talk to them in the first place was not easy. The oligarchy that is the Council of Elders is a wise, yet secretive group who did not hold any obligations to inform the rest of the Dragon Realms about the contents of their congregations. Elder Dragons from five of the six islands gathered in the Artisans Realm, Spyro’s home, once every four months and whatever decrees were made by the council slowly made its way to everyone else. Dragon society was a class system, solely based on age. The children, whom Spyro unfortunately was, spent most of their time under the mentorship of adult Dragons learning the ways of flight, magic, masonry, combat, or of their race’s great heritage. Dragons are a proud and ancient race. For centuries they had lived in and prospered at all corners of th
Legolas x Reader- 17Legolas x Reader- 174 months ago in Drama More Like This
In the distance you could hear Legolas and Gimli calling numbers as they slaughtered Orcs. You contorted your body backwards as an Orc swung, missing your face by a mere inch. Grimacing, you twisted, your sword clanking against its head armor. The Orc stumbled backwards, taking another out.
You did your best to avoid the green ghosts flying past you, taking out enemies with swift blades. You dodged an Orc’s sword, jumping forward as you shanked the metal into the creature’s gut. It whined before you quickly recoiled, elbowing another Orc straight in its ugly face.
The ground softly quaked from the weight of the large Mûmakil as their large feet stomped on the ground. You swallowed a wad of fear, forcing it away as you slashed another two Orcs down. “Legolas!” Aragorn screamed, causing your heart to stop as you whipped around.
A large Mûmakil was racing towards them. Your Elvish lover, however, only showed an ounce of fear as he rushed forward, pouncing
Legolas x Reader- 11Legolas x Reader- 118 months ago in Drama More Like This
You were riding up ahead on your horse with Legolas, exchanging small talk. “Your father is King Thranduil, yes?” You asked. Legolas nodded, staring off into the distance. “What about your father?” He blurted out. You flinched, eyes casting down. At your silence the Elf looked at you, suddenly realizing what he had done. “O-oh, my lady, I apologize. I had merely forgotten…” He trailed off.
“It is fine, Legolas.” You sighed. You looked up at the clouding sky, ignoring the gentle tears forming in your eyes. “My real father I knew almost nothing about… But the color of his hair was a beautiful red; like the sun rising after a long night. My foster father was a gentle and caring man, even to his death.” A small smile crept on your lips. “He made sure to always tend to every matter at hand.”
At the sound of a yelp you paused, looking back to see Gimli fall off his horse. The Dwarf was lying on his back
France x Reader: Dirty PictureYou had been dating Francis for five months. The longest you had ever been with a Frenchman. Well, you couldn't complain; Francis was amazing! He made you feel like you were floating on clouds the whole time. Plus, he was awesome in bed. Oh, yes! The way he would kiss you, tease you, and touch you, had you ruining to him every night.France x Reader: Dirty Picture4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
However, there were some moments in which he was a bit demanding, like today. It was his birthday and he texted you five things he wanted. Number one is a dinner in the new French restaurant that opened, number two was a new teddy bear, number three was a couple of new rose plants, but the others were a little too much. You were at work and were pretty sure that he was too, but you didn't care what he was going to say.
"Allo?" His sexy voice reached your ears.
"I know it's your birthday, and I know I said I would do anything, but the last two things you want are impossible!" You yelled.
You heard him chuckle, "It's just a little picture."
"No-!" Your cheek
France X Reader 'Good Morning, Love.'France X Reader (Oneshot)France X Reader 'Good Morning, Love.'3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Good Morning, Love."
(A/N: This is a fluff intended fanfic. Meaning full of marshmallowey fluffiness. Human and Country names used. Hope you like the first ever fic that I posted in DA. Sorry if it sucks. ;.; )
It was a quiet early morning. The sun was shining brightly through the bedroom window. Lighting up the room. The light slightly blinding, but offering a comforting warmth. You turn to your right, to see your French lover still deep in sleep. Not wanting to disturb him as he was quite tired from yesterday's... ahem.... "activities". You decided you would just prepare some breakfast while waiting for him to wake up.
You slowly get off the bed, carefully as you try not to disturb the Frenchman asleep next to you. You reach for the nearest article of clothing, which happened to be France's shirt. You wore it and buttoned the middle button and slipped into a new pair of underwear and shorts before heading downstairs to the kitchen.
'What to eat..
You Will Not Read ThisWhen a writer puts his soul and passion into his work.You Will Not Read This2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It will go unnoticed, often because of its length.
It is a rather sad fact, but a truth nonetheless.
For the simple emotions conveyed in just a few words,
Often hold more sway with those who are emotionally swayed.
There is no depth of the heart, nor a single thought spared.
For the effort placed into a piece that forgoes the winning edge,
For a hint of true meaning.
You will not read this piece and I will not expect you to.
It will not be popular or famous, nor will it see the light of day.
For length is the bane of true poetry,
And that is why so many of my kin have already left.
Thank you however, for reading this;
For you at least took the time to see what I would consider 'truth'.
It is bitter indeed and intensely sad,
But for the you that respects this, I am eternally glad.
-Chen, 23rd May 2014