ChinaxDeaf!Reader ~ Silent Serendipity CH6ChinaxDeaf!Reader ~ Silent Serendipity CH62 years ago in Drama More Like This
Walking quickly along the side of the road, you crossed your arms over your chest and furiously puffed out a warm breath of air. The chilly wind sent your hair in all directions and nipped at your nose causing you to sneeze a couple of times. Your fingers were reddened by the frisky air and so were your cheeks.
Stupid weather... Stupid school... STUPID LIFE!
Squeezing your eyes shut, you kicked a rock that wound up in your path and watched it tumble away across the street. When you realized how foolish you were being, you enabled your arms to fall on each side of your body.
School had ended about half an hour ago and since your parents were currently at work and taking the bus definitely wasn't an option, you were stuck with walking home all by yourself. Again. And to top things off, your day at school wasn't the best either. A mixture of odd glances and the feeling of being avoided. Sometimes these thoughts made you want to cry...
A wet feeling on your hand
ChinaxDeaf!Reader ~ Silent Serendipity CH1ChinaxDeaf!Reader ~ Silent Serendipity CH12 years ago in Drama More Like This
"How long has she been like this?"
"About a week."
"Is she going to wake up soon?"
"There's no way for us to find out when. She'll wake up when she's ready."
Feeling your eyes get lighter, you decided to try and open them up. It was difficult at first, but you managed to open them wide enough to see where in the world you were. You noticed that your head was resting on a pillow and tubes were shoved up your nostrils. Wiggling your nose, you let out a small sigh. The lights from the ceiling were still too bright for you to see the room in which you were currently in.
You felt something brush your arm and so you quickly shot your head to the side. It was your best friend, Mei. She smiled brightly at you, tears streaming down her face. You stared at her, shocked and cracked a small smile as well. She enveloped you in her arms and hugged you tight, practically squeezing the air out of your lungs. You buried your face in her dark brown hair and closed your eyes. Why were you crying
ChinaxDeaf!Reader ~ Silent Serendipity PrologueChinaxDeaf!Reader ~ Silent Serendipity Prologue2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Neon lights flashed, loud dubstep boomed through the giant speakers hanging pretty much everywhere throughout the terrace and red plastic party cups lay all over the place. Girls slipped their tops off and jumped into the pool while several guys were too busy having drinking contests among themselves. Couples hid beneath the staircase or in the garage to make out without being disturbed by other nosy guests.
Laughing, you clutched your stomach and tried not to spill your drink all over your clothes. Antonio's joke sent practically everybody around into uncontrollable fits of laughter. Your head seemed to spin in all directions, the effects of alcohol quickly getting to you. You could see that you weren't the only one getting drunk here. Francis was one step away from passing out, causing him to lean on Belle for balance.
"Guys! What's so funny?" Gilbert cheered as he made his way into the small group of friends while swinging his arm around your shoulders. You smiled back up at your lo
Aubade [Hetalia Fanfiction - PruHun]The woman he loved, he met her only once in his life.Aubade [Hetalia Fanfiction - PruHun]4 months ago in Romance More Like This
It was early in May, when the air was crisp and the clouds were grey and the promise of rain hung still in the air. Puffs of smoke snaked through the sky as a train sped forth and travelled through the rails. The horn resounded and the wheels screeched to a stop as the train reached the station, the bellow of the conductor and the patter of footsteps enough to call the attention of the German soldier seated inside.
"Excuse me," a woman called out, her heels clicking as she made her way towards the man. "Is this seat taken?"
Sapphires met emeralds as Gilbert's eyes fell onto the girl, the power of his gaze like a torrential downpour waiting to be released onto the world.
He blinked. She tapped her foot, impatient.
"Not at all, Miss," the soldier replied at last. "Go ahead; sit by me. My name's Gilbert, by the way."
We're so different, you and I; it's a wonder how we'll ever survive.
"So…" the woman bega
A Nordic Five WinterA Nordic Five Winter2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was a beautiful winter's day in Copenhagen, Denmark. Said country, that day, was walking down an empty street early that morning with his friends, the rest of the Nordic 5. To be more specific, Sweden, Finland, Iceland, and Norway.
It was early in the month of December, the snow gently falling down onto the five's clothes and hair. Denmark's bright blue eyes shone with a childlike joy, a certain sparkle that only he could possess. His spiked up hair was flaked with the small, white crystals, as well as his large black coat. He seemed to have a slight skip in his step, walking along with a small jump every now and then. It was as though he was trying to engage the other Nordics in his little game, with only Finland complying. Denmark laughed joyfully, his smile so contagious, it almost made Norway's lips twitch up slightly, though, he was rather skilled with keeping his straight expression.
"Come on you guys! You're being a bore! It's so much fun out here!" Denmark threw his he
Eternity - FrancexMortal!Reader SongficUn jour, nous vieillironsEternity - FrancexMortal!Reader Songfic2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Et lorsque ce jour viendra
Il se pourra que tu demandes l’éternité
Mais si l’un de nous deux part avant l’autre
‘The wanderer’, they called him.
She first laid eyes on him drifting the streets of Paris. It was merely a brush past, a contact of the fabric of their clothing, but she felt the tingle, the static spark of curiosity, nonetheless. He always looked so sad, the cobalt of his eyes darkening with his mood, the curve of his thin lips downturned. There was always a trace of something in the aura surrounding him – yearning, perhaps? A desire for something more? A sense that he had not yet fulfilled what he had set out to achieve, that there was a component missing? Whatever it was, she was determined to find out.
He always seemed to be close by after that first encounter, whether it be seated in one of the cafés she passed by on her way home or admiring the same painting in the art museum
Hetalia: Yugoslavia Drabble (Two)“Hey, look what big brother Turkey gave me for my birthday,” Bosnia smiled, holding up his birthday present proudly, obliviously pleased with it. A few pairs of eyes looked over to meet almond yellow eyes that seemed to stare into their very souls. A large, coiled body wrapped around the Bosnian’s arm, tongue flicking out, tasting the room and sensing the bodies of the five nations in the living room. Bosnia had a received a snake. Its scales were patterned with greens and yellows and hues of gray and black. Judging by the large size, it was probably a constrictor.Hetalia: Yugoslavia Drabble (Two)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Macedonia flinched back a back due to reflex when the large, man crushing snake looked her way, flicking its tongue out in interest.
“A snake…” Slovenia muttered. “He got you a snake out of all things he could’ve given you… Well isn’t this amazing.”
Bosnia, being oblivious to sarcasm, smiled. “You really think so? I knew you’d like him.
Australia x Reader, REQUEST”Pinky PromiseAustralia x Reader, REQUEST1 week ago in Romance More Like This
I want to see snow.
You had a secret relationship with him.
It wasn’t anything like a romantic or sexual relationship—and definitely not both—unfortunately, but it was a relationship; it was a friendly one that had never left classroom 287, your shared fifth period Pre-Calculus class. The desks were paired off there, pushed together for partner work, and after he had been moved from the other side of the room for playing around too much with his friends, Circe had been taken from you and he had been placed there instead.
Who were you talking about?
Jett Kirkland, of course.
You had been kind of worried to work him, because your Pre-Calc class was notorious for partner work, because of a lack of textbooks, and without Circe to help you, you were positive you were going to fail. And it hadn’t been like you could actually trust Jett to do his work and help you understand, because from what you had gathered, his was irresponsible a
Homely (England x Reader)It’s easy enough to see how you wonder for her and think of her presence, despite your steady belief you are a fellow fixed in his ways of life and his own mind.Homely (England x Reader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Even the first time you meet, and despite your cold stare and your hurried burying of your hands in your pockets for lack of sensible words, you don’t ignore her when she bids you a good morning. You don’t simply walk on like the rest, and leave her in the gutter with her wet chalk and her beautiful, yet hopeless dreams of a worldly canvas. Even though you stumble at her soft inquiries, you allow yourself to spend that precious minute with her, watching what she draws with her filthy, blackened hands. You tell her you care, and with sincerity you think her drawings lovely, and she smiles at you. Who knows, maybe you even return it.
You watch her at her work even as the rain falls, when the Heavens open and you cannot see beyond your apartment for the frosted glass and spiralling fog. But looking down at her,
White - AustraliaxReader (Request)White. That was all she could see.White - AustraliaxReader (Request)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The colour of purity, of virtue, of chastity. The colour of infinity, of renewal, of a clean slate; of newly fallen snow and of a blank canvas left unpainted. The colour of beauty and of youth, and sometimes, of love: the colour of a bride’s dress, of the veil concealing her face. The colour of the feathers of a dove, flying free into the cloudless blue sky, perhaps never to be seen again. The colour of freedom, of choice, of independence, of light against dark and good against evil. The colour of possibilities, of hope, a prospect in what was otherwise oblivion. Such a beautiful colour, white, so serene and harmonious – and yet it could just as easily go the other way.
It was the colour of hydrangeas, the flowers of a withdrawn, hard-hearted, frigid disposition. It was not only the other half, the contrasting associate, of black, but its companion, its cohort, its partner in crime. It was the colour of mourning, of loss, of a body left va
PruHun - KedvesemPruHun - Kedvesem2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was hard work being infatuated with something like her, a woman who Gilbert was sure was raised by wolves, not humans. Her hardened heart, broken many times over the years caused her to close that part of her and she was determined never to love again, much to Gilbert’s despair. She could tolerate friends, but not a lover. Gilbert was resolute to let her open her mind, to make her see the beautiful things in life and to make them a part of her.
Gilbert glanced down at the voice, meeting large, jade spheres. Her long, russet locks, decorated with a cerise bloom, fanned about her head in the grass, which to Gilbert made her look like an angel. Her mouth was curved upwards in a smile as she gazed at him, showing pearly teeth. In her slender hands she held a crown of dandelions and she beckoned him to bend down with a finger.
‘Come here,’ she said, giggling at the confused expression on his face. ‘I want to tell you something.’
Alone IcelandxReader Loneliness. The feeling could press deep into your chest and make you want to weep, but then... took it back, comforted you to an extent. No, you may not have anyone, but there was the loneliness, and this feeling that however soul-sucking or painstaking it may be always seemed to bring with it a type of hope that one day, sometime, you would be in the company on someone who could take this loneliness away.Alone IcelandxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
This pressing feeling of lonesomeness is what used to greet Emil when he first woke up in the morning and when he would curl himself up in his bed at night. Used to. Now there was someone in his life who could make him smile and laugh and forget he even used to feel that pressing feeling of loneliness upon his chest.
You had just popped up into his life, as abrupt and quick as a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat. And, much like a magician, you had made the feeling disappear. You sat before him now, your legs crossed as you sat on
Germany VS CleverbotGermany VS Cleverbot3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Germany : Uhh... Gruß. My name is Germany. -_-.
Cleverbot : Gerard? What sort of name is that?
Germany : Nein, mein name ist Germany. Not Gerard.
Cleverbot : Nein, dein Name ist Martin Müller.
Germany : NEIN! It's Germany. GERMANY. As in Doitsu as my friend called me.
Cleverbot : Don't leave me.
Germany : Geh?? Why would I-?? ... Italy? Is that you? How many times must I tell you, don't play with the computer software like this!
Cleverbot : So are you human or computer?
Germany : I am indeed human, Italy, I thought you knew!
Cleverbot : What am I then?
Germany : You are a soldier that would be punished for disobeying the rules. >.
Cleverbot : That isn't very nice at all.
Germany : You should know better than to disobey rules, soldier! Report to me in the morning for early morning laps tomorrow!
Cleverbot : I am 5'3'.
Germany : What's that supposed to mean, telling me that?
Cleverbot : That, you are a robot.
Germany : Nein, I am a human... =_=.
Cleverbot : Nope you're a mach
Hetalia: The (Not So) Beautiful Dating WorldHetalia: The (Not So) Beautiful Dating World5 months ago in Drama More Like This
Hetalia: The (Not So) Beautiful Dating World
For the brokenhearted
Sick of happy endings? Let's be real.
Love. Wanting love is only natural. Finding it is natural. Keeping it is a natural disaster.
This is a series of stories for the brokenhearted. You, dear reader, could be one of my characters. Therefore, I have given you the unpleasant gift of reliving the past and living in this story.
Have you ever had your heart broken? We all must have at least once. Dear reader, it is fortunate to experience heartbreak only once. My heart was beaten to death.
Do you remember the very first time? This was when a friendship died.
Do you remember the second time? This was when someone you love was very sad, but there was no
~Goddess~ An Iceland x Reader One Shot~Goddess~ An Iceland x Reader One Shot2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Cold.. So very cold..
The frigid snowstorm was coming too quickly. You looked around but the snow was so thick, you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. You had been wandering around in the blizzard for God only knows how long. It could have been hours, it could have been minutes. The piercing shrill of the wind rang in your ears and slowly stung at your face. You didn't know how much longer you could keep going. Your feet were numb from exhaustion and your body wracked with a permanent chill. As the freezing wind encased you, it set a reminder there was no escape from this icy hell. You dropped to your knees, all hope lost and laid down on the frozen ground. It was time to accept your fate. As you went to close your eyes, a small ray of light appeared and as your sight began to fade, you saw the small glimmer of violet eyes.
You awoke in warmth, clad in a wool robe and thick, heavy blankets. You glanced around an
Dance to Understand (RussiaxBallerina!Reader) Spot. Spin. Spot. Spin. Spot—Dance to Understand (RussiaxBallerina!Reader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Stop, stop, stop!”
The irritated voice of your director broke into your balanced trance and you halted in the middle of a perfectly constructed pirouette, slapping your foot back down onto the wooden floor. Suddenly breathless, you wiped a few sweaty strands of rebellious hair back from your forehead and looked at the artistic director of the Bolshoi Ballet Company inquiringly.
Exasperated, hooded teal eyes flicked away from yours as Sergei Filin sighed and muttered something in Russian before turning to you again and saying in thickly accented English, “You’re too…stiff!” He searched for his words carefully before continuing, “Too much structure, not enough…flow!”
You squinted at him in confusion. Even after almost a year dancing under him, Filin still managed to intimid
ChinaxDeaf!Reader ~ Silent Serendipity CH9ChinaxDeaf!Reader ~ Silent Serendipity CH91 year ago in Drama More Like This
Your eyes went wide and you immediately turned redder than the shirt Yao was currently wearing. Biting your lip, you looked down at your feet trying to figure out what you'd tell him when he would ask you why you were at his front door. You saw the old woman next to him, most likely his mother, stare at you then back to Yao multiple times before she raised her hands into the air and walked away with an annoyed expression. Yao took a step outside and closed the door behind him.
"____________... I had no idea you knew where I lived-" You stared at him blankly and he mentally slapped himself as he remembered you were deaf. He took his phone out and tapped the "notes" app.
Why are you here?
He passed you his phone and you began typing your message.
I found a paper in my pocket with an address written on it. I wanted to know what it was so I followed it. I didn't know you were the one who lived here... Sorry if I bothered you.
You saw Yao smile as he read your message.
The New Girl: HetaliaXReader Ch.10The New Girl: HetaliaXReader Ch.10The New Girl: HetaliaXReader Ch.102 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You kept running deeper into the park, near the back where your favorite tree was. You always went to that tree when you wanted to get away from things and relax.
By now, the sun had set, and a few nighttime bugs chirped noisily. You turned your head, making sure Ludwig and Feliciano weren't right behind you, but you did hear them calling your name far in the distance. They wouldn't find you though, unless they went through a few shrubs and walked off the main path through the small wooded area that led to your tree.
You slowed your pace as you came closer to the tree. When you got there, you sat in the ground, leaning against the side of the tree trunk. You sighed, the started humming (f/song). You got about halfway through the song when you heard a deeper humming, becoming a harmony to the melody. You stopped, your (e/c) eyes wide with alert. Then the deeper harmonic humming stopped.
~Drom~ *Viking!Denmark X Reader*~Dröm~~Drom~ *Viking!Denmark X Reader*2 years ago in Romance More Like This
*Viking!Denmark X Reader X Viking!Nordics*
Even with the winter almost through,the nights were still cold,as if some sort of spell was placed upon Denmark after the Jarl's arrival.
Of course,the silly Danish Viking didn't really put too much thought about it,as he was way too enchanted by the Thrall's (e/c) eyes and the feelings he had for her - they were enough to warm up the whole village,might I add.
Not even Lukas,who was seemingly wiser and composed couldn't notice the harshness of the weather and how the wind nipped at his pale,almost ghostly skin,leaving him with bruises afterwards - the idea of not being able to be near (Name),the graceful,caring female Matthias brought from down South,made his whole interior bleed and warmed him up as he fetched silent plans.
The only mundane persons in all of this were the two Viking guests which travelled by horses in order to reach the Danish soil and the three children who were plainly puzzled by their tutors attitude.
To put i
MarcoxReader - Metamorphosis (AU)MarcoxReader - Metamorphosis (AU)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
You never thought that you would ever have found yourself happiness. It was a foreign concept to you, not having grown up with much love or compassion as a child, or even during your schooling days. It was new, something to explore in depth, like a critical analysis of a text or poem.
But then you realised: this was your story, your poem, not something that someone else had written in their perspective. This was the aspect of your life that you had yet to understand fully, had yet to feel to the brim of your being.
You were afraid. Having not ever been in a positive relationship with anyone in your life, you were terrified you were going to screw things up. Wanting to be a part of something or part of someone’s life was the most important thing to you, and now that you had some form of happiness forming in you for the first time in your life, you never wanted to let go.
No—you couldn’t let go. You couldn’t let go of the little happiness you had obt
Nordics/AlliesxChild!Reader:A New Kind of World 6Nordics/AlliesxChild!Reader:A New Kind of World 62 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Hanatomago!” You sang walking around looking for the fluffy white dog with Mr. Puffin on your shoulder. You stepped into the front room when Hanatomago jumped out from under the couch at you as you squealed and giggled. “Found you!” You picked her up in a hug.
“Greenland,” Finland called from the kitchen. “Come drink your hot chocolate I don’t want you to get chilled.” You looked at him as he had your favorite mug filled with hot chocolate and your favorite fixings. You climbed into the kitchen chair that sat next to England who was sipping his tea and reading from his newspaper. You watched him so that every time he took a sip of his tea you took a sip from your hot chocolate. You did this a few times before he noticed what you were doing and gave you a smile.
“Are you coping me, Poppet?” He asked as you innocently shook your head as he took another sip of his cup and you did the same.
Final Hours (New Zealand x Reader)In truth, he’d barely spoken in the last couple of days, often choosing that he would rather sleep or simply wait by the beds of his friends and dying acquaintances while he pressed their wounds and spoke to them in a hushed, careful tone about how it would all soon be over; over by Christmas, even. It should have been fair enough to assume that he hated lying alone in his own bed, with his aching limbs and his sunken eyes, holding a cloth to his own stained and pierced chest whilst constantly suffocated by the thought of the suffering that existed all about him in all the misery of a thinly veiled Hell. Never was he the sort to sit by and watch, after all.Final Hours (New Zealand x Reader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He couldn't watch innocent men die all in vain, whether it was from something as wasteful as disease, or as devoid of dignity as the holes and wounds burned into their bodies by guns and the blast of the ever falling shells. No human being deserved that sort of horrific death; and so he told them, in that gentle voice of his.
DenmarkxMute!Reader PrologueDenmarkxMute!Reader PrologueDenmarkxMute!Reader Prologue2 years ago in Drama More Like This
*WARNING: SAD STORY AND BLOODY SCENES AHEAD!!*
"Come on (f/n)!" The blond boy cheered to you, running in front of you.
"Slow down Mathias!" Your 4 year-old voice floated out in pants.
You stopped with hands on your knees panting, your looked up to see your 5-year-old best friend, his quirky smile, chubby cheeks due to his young age, crystal blue eyes and gravity defying hair in the front.
"Mathias!(f/n)!" Mathias' mother called from the drive way, starting the car.
"Oh, you know the saying (f/n)," Mathias began, "the older the faster!" he mocked as he raced towards the van.
"You're only (#) months older!!" You yelled after him as you began to propel yourself forward.
With your throat dry and your lungs on fire you reached the mini van.
"I WIN!!" Mathias proclaimed throwing his tiny fists into the air.
You just groaned dramatically.
Mathias' mother was driving you home. 'She is such a delight!' She thought to herself.
DenmarkXReader ~Runaway: Chapter 1~DenmarkXReader ~Runaway: Chapter 1~2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I guess I should let you guys know about me before I continue this story. Well,first off, my name is (y/n). I used to live with my mother since my father ran out on us when I was young. Little did we know, my mother had a disease that she ended up dying from. Now at the time I was only about six or seven years old, so I had no idea why she had to go.
None of my relatives wanted me, but then again, the only person in my family I knew was my father. So, I was put into foster care. However, I think people kept adopting me just because they wanted to let other people look at how good they were. None of my foster homes treated me well. I was looked down upon since I was like the black sheep of the family. I was different so why treat me the same way you treat your other children?
I guess you can say that eventually I got used to it. I didn't mind the bruises and all but eventually