Scotland X (Mystical creature)Scotland X (Mystical creature)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Scotland X (Mystical creature)Reader
Come and see this, I called,
Her soft yellow sundress flowing in the breeze with the sun radiating off her peachy colored skin. Her head tilted towards the open blue sky, a fraction of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Her silky caramel colored hair flowing past her shoulders, curling perfectly, caressing her small back.
Sometimes I wondered how she could have ever loved me. This beautiful goddess who was fated to pair with me, a simple mortal.
This red bird at the feeder,
I ran a hand through my short red hair enjoying the feel of the sun’s heat sinking into my skin. A faint blush dusted my face as she turned around and gave me a soft smile. I got up from where I was sitting on the wooden stool on our porch and walked down the few steps towards her. She turned back around to face the beautifully lit sky as I wrapped my arms around her strong yet graceful frame.
This striate sky,
I rested my chin on her shoulder, taking i
Burning for YouBurning for You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I try to return what you gave me.
To sacrifice myself in your honor,
To struggle through the smoke so you can rest,
To stagger across the embers and see you on the other side,
To take the heat and shield you from the sparks,
To smolder in eternal pain so you won't have to,
To have your wildfire blazing in my eyes.
But I'm a weak, fragile flame
And I'm burning out.
Italy X HRE X GermanyFlamesItaly X HRE X GermanyItaly X HRE X GermanyFlames2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Flames of Eternity
Huddled around a warm fireplace sat three boys laughing and teasing each other. There were cookies placed on a glass table nearby next to tall glasses filled with chocolate milk. The aroma of bakeries and hot chocolate filled the warm cozy room, and the warmth of the fireplace gave a calm yet lively atmosphere. There was an old man with kind blue eyes sitting on a rocking chair. He sat there smiling to himself as he watched his three grandsons tackle each other, each wanting to get to the dish of pastries before the other.
The snow was silently drifting from the skies around the log cabin. Its small farmyard and brightly lit room seemed so welcoming against the cold bitter surroundings. The tall sturdy trees, barricading their house from the dangers of the forest, stood silently listening to the sounds of the forest and the snow. There was a small smoke house on the side of the cabin for when they were to smoke the meat to store for winter. A la
AkuRoku PresentKnock KnockAkuRoku Present7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Xemnas looked up from the charts on his desk when he heard the gesture to enter his room.
Come in. He called and leaned back in his chair as Number Six entered the room. Zexion closed the door and came up to the desk, bowing to his superior. This only making Number One smile.
What can I do for you, Six? He added as his smile now melted into a grin.
Sir, I know this is out of the blue and all, but something is different in the castle. The Cloaked Schemer exclaimed as he kept eye contact with his Superior.
Different how, exactly? One questioned with a raised brow.
I dont know, I have all the members senses organized, but there is this new sense and I cant figure it out.
There is no way you can tell what it is or anything?
No, Im sorry. I wish I could be of more help but Zexion trailed off and his for the first time drifted from Xemnass gaze.
Let's Play a Game“Let’s play a game,” Death said to me.Let's Play a Game2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
“And whoever wins the first ten rounds will get a second life for free.
The rules are simple, so listen to me.
You must first be born a he or she
With traits categorized, one to three;
The rest will come later, you will see.
You will begin off with guidance and support partially.
Loneliness will come upon you when you are not healthy mentally,
But you will be the key to unlock an antidote to your own disease…possibly.
The trick to the game, though, is to live fully and responsibly without a visit from me.
Live 100 years the way you want, and I’ll gladly give another life to thee.”
“Let’s play a game,” Life said to me
“And whoever wins the first ten rounds will get to live for eternity.
The game is tricky, so listen carefully.
You will be born a he or she
And from the very beginning given a number, one to three.
The numbers represent a path you are willing to go without attempting t
Edward X reader! Chapter 1Edward's POVEdward X reader! Chapter 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
I just woke and notice we were on a train and remember we were going to central for a important lead on the stone. “good moring brother did you sleep well?” “yeah I did all thanks for asking!” then I noticed something soft on my shoulder and noticed (Name) was asleep on me!! . I started to sit up more but (Name) let out a small moan and gripped my left arm harder to keep me in place. “brother just let her sleep on you it won't kill you to, besides we both know you like her sleeping on you, and it is pretty cute you too together like that.” “Al!!!” “well it is true.” I was blushing so hard because of al's comment why did he have to say stuff like that!!! . So instead of yelling at al and possibly waking up (Name) I just turned at looked at her. And I looked at her gleaming (hair color) hair with a black ribbion in it and it looked so gorgeous in the sunlight.her hair was so long and beautiful! And her
The Lion's DenThe walls trembled as shadows spiraled out of control. Daniel froze, tightly gripping his leatherback journal. The darkness was closing in. From above, he could hear the stone slabs of the estate crumbling. Soon, the Auttenberg House would fall apart, trapping Daniel beneath it. He exhaled heavily, sprinting up the next stairwell he could find, in hopes that this would be the last on his excursion.The Lion's Den5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Rebecca!" His voice had grown hoarse from calling her name. Shoving the doorway at the top of the stairs open, Daniel peered through the empty darkness. "Rebecca?"
His gritted his teeth together and trembled. This couldn't be. Surely he had checked every room in the estate; yet, Rebecca was nowhere to be found. Daniel cursed aloud, kicking the door.
He rested against the wall before covering his face. His journal fell beside him, opening to a few written pages in the middle. Daniel cringed at the sight of the words and violently nudged the journal away.
This is all your faul
:: More Than You'll Ever Know ::Does it make you proud:: More Than You'll Ever Know ::3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When you're the cause of someone's tears?
Does it bring you joy
Every time you insult the innocent?
Do you know what you do
When you speak with your vicious tongue?
Do you realize what happens
Every time you laugh at another's sorrow?
You see a woman with male friends
And you accuse her of craving sexual attention.
You notice a boy wearing glasses
And you tease him with the name "four-eyes."
There's a group of peace lovers;
You proclaim they're annoying hipsters.
The teenage boys who love each other;
You tear them asunder by calling them abominations.
Do you find pleasure
In being the source of a poor soul's agony?
Do you even think
Of what the consequences could be?
Does it satisfy you
To make someone feel inferior to you?
Does it quench your thirst
Whenever you rule over the oppressed?
If a young man loves writing poetry,
Immediately you dismiss him as a lonely loser.
How You Remind MeWhy must you remindHow You Remind Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the past I left behind?
You make the faces in the wind
howl their stinging reprimand,
Why must you remind
of the light I failed to find?
Complete blindness without a spark
forged my chains within the dark,
Why must you remind
of the angel who was so kind?
The warmth of fire in her eyes
only hastened her burning demise,
Why must you remind
of the voice that would always grind?
The words of a snake that learned to bark
never failed to find their mark,
Why must you remind
of the soul that has resigned?
The one person who I cannot see
the one person who is me.
Teaching Summer to BreatheSummer will always remind me of hot, sweltering nights spent drinking sangria, through the dripping fairy lights of your bedroom window. A sticky, starry sky looked back at us, the glow of the moon almost golden in the heat. Fourteen meant we weren't growing up fast enough and a liquor cabinet key seemed to hold the answer to that problem.Teaching Summer to Breathe2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You taught me how to drink that night.
(You also showed me how beautiful it was to just hold your breath till your head spins and reality seems like it is going to fade further and further away.)
Six summers ago I met a boy who liked to tell me how much like summer I was. He was big boned and thin skinned and the first time I told him he wasn't mine to keep, he left handprints on my skin that reminded you of a canvas covered in autumn leaves that you saw in New York. Then you proceeded to break every single window in his house (Yes, even the one in the attic he loved so much.)
You taught me how to smile through heartbreak that night.
With Blackbirds Following MeThey say that it's the soldiers who spill and see the most blood. I would have to openly disagree. While they're the ones who carry the guns and protect and defend our homeland, did they ever stop to see we're the ones striving to save it? They moan of their friends lost in battles they fought side by side, but they can never understand pains I've known. Emotionless, perhaps I amperhaps I need to be. But insideWith Blackbirds Following Me4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Never shall they know the pain of losing a friend as I do. The pain of knowing you were the only one who had a chance to save him. And you couldn't
I glanced over my shoulder at the sound of his voice, the other young medic quickly entering our tent. He wasn't like the other soldiers around here, stiff and serious. Instead, he was carefree and wielded a smile on his face. Though happy to see him, I continue to frown, simply nodding my head to him.
He was a newly transferred boy to the front, and he had taken
Lost..Lost..Lost..2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They give me happiness pills every day
Hoping my life won't be so grey
But only tears and sorrow they bring
As if I can smell but not touch the spring
I'm lost in my own dream
Can't move; for help I can't scream
Trapped between life and death,
It hurts at every single breath
I'm in a sleeping unconscious stage,
Feeding only with my rage,
Never going to break free,
Maybe, this was supposed to be...
LoveLove is like the ocean;Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
one moment a calm, liquid plain,
the next a torrent of mountains
that crashes down
and tears itself apart.
Skinny Wordslook:Skinny Words3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
he was winterish blue eyes and an autumn scarf dressed in an stupid pink summer sweater that made no sense on a spring day. His shoes were converse, the kind of the skinny intellectual who had just enough money to buy one pair of decent shoes. she never really liked skinny intellectuals, yet did find herself considering them sometimes, in the way she considered coffee that was tongue scalding (horribly and without excuse).
it is odd then, that she still doesn't regret his monsoon flavoured kiss, the kind that made your tongue bleed with its passion, its heat.
he drew in uneasy catches of breath as he snored in the heat of the summer night, nights when she would stay up and listen to cars that passed by, pretending they were a waterfall instead of the cold harsh truth of metal against concrete, just so she could sleep as soundly as him.
she took his breathing for granted.
he spent hours lost in the dry unending silence of his typewriter, of h
2p!America x male!reader- Different (part 7)A month passes. Within that month, Nancy tried to sell you out, Al agreed to it and touches you inappropriately at school with Nancy with a camera on standby, and you and your sister were on the best of terms, as always. Your mom was still so suspicious of you two though, that she decided to have your uncle Ivan talk to you. You and your sister complained for hours to her before he got there. You and her sat on the couch with your arms folded.2p!America x male!reader- Different (part 7)1 year ago in Humor More Like This
"Mama please! Me and (name) are not sexually attracted to each other!"
"We promise!" you covered your ears, "I really don't want to have this conversation with you guys. Me and Dyah just...enjoy each others company."
You uncle sat next to you, "Your aunt used to say the same thing...until it got out of hand," he shuddered at the memory, "Your mother just doesn't want you to be like your aunt Natalia."
"I don't see the need for all this hypocrisy, ma. Aunt Natalia told me that you used to like uncle Ivan too," your sister called her out then