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
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.’
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 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
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
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
What He Doesn't Know: DenNor23/08/13What He Doesn't Know: DenNor2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He’s cocky, arrogant, and always so damn cheerful.
I hate the way he smiles and how it makes me feel.
I hate the way I’ll notice how his hair ruffles when a breeze whisks by.
I hate the way his voice sounds and how I practically melt when I hear it.
I hate the way he laughs and how it makes me almost crack a smile every time I hear the obnoxious sound.
I hate the way his eyes crinkle when he looks at me, and I hate how I’ll get lost in them if I’m not too careful.
I hate the way he always looks in the morning before breakfast; his hair’s messy, he’s shirtless, and he smirks all the damn time.
I hate the way he won’t leave us Nordics alone. He’s always bothering Fin and Sverige, but he especially bothers me. And he never leaves my lillebror alone. Ice can never catch a break when that idiot’s around.
But Mathias also has some good qualities. They don’t necessarily cancel the bad ones out, but they hel
ChinaxDeaf!Reader ~ Silent Serendipity CH5ChinaxDeaf!Reader ~ Silent Serendipity CH52 years ago in Drama More Like This
The next morning, Yao presented himself at the teacher's desk a little earlier than usual. Tightening his grip on his school bag, he slowly made his way into the abnormally silent classroom. It was weird seeing this class so peaceful and empty. It was usually so noisy, agitated and... never mind. The female teacher felt a presence in the room and lazily raised her head from the exams she was correcting to see who had come in. Her face brightened up as she recognized the Asian boy, since he had been such a hardworking and polite student from the beginning of the school year.
"Yao! You're kind of early this morning." She giggled at her own joke. "How may I help you?"
Yao nervously swallowed his fear down and straightened his back.
"Mrs. Ackerman, I"m sure you're aware of ___________ ___________'s... deafness? Am I correct?" The woman lowered her head and nodded.
"Yes, of course. I know what happened to the poor girl. What about her do you need to know?"
The student fiddl
Forever - NorwayxReaderThey were seated together under the shelter of the maple trees. The leaves, lush green in the spring, swayed overhead in the soft breeze, a few stray leaves taking flight to unknown destinations, others descending and performing a frenzied dance on the footpath below. Dappled light, shining through the gaps in the foliage above, created patterns of light and shade on their faces. The melodic chirping of birds – robins, perhaps – filled the air, along with the euphoric squeals of playing children, barking dogs, and the never-ending, incessant stream of chatter. To most bystanders, the crowds of people were viewed as a disturbance to the otherwise tranquil, placid atmosphere of the park around them.Forever - NorwayxReader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The couple under the trees, however, had an entirely different interpretation. It was as if they were surrounded by their own perfect little sphere of serenity, oblivious to the world outside yet somehow a part of it at the same time. Her hand lay in his as they watched it all unf
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)2 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.
Hetalia: Yugoslavia Drabble (Four)“Big brother…?” A sleep filled voice asked from outside the oak door. Serbia mentally sighed at the noise that he had been used to hearing now that everyone was a little on edge because of Germany’s new boss. It’s probably Bosnia or Macedonia again… the sleepy Serb thought as he pulled himself into a sitting position on his bed, his flag blanket sliding off his body. A large yawn escaped his parted jaws as he did a little stretch. Rubbing his eyes, he sauntered over to his bedroom, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness.Hetalia: Yugoslavia Drabble (Four)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He expected to see Bosnia or Macedonia’s green orbs boring into his, perhaps even with tears welling up in the corners of them. But instead he saw sleepy, icy blue eyes looking at him.
“Croatia?” he asked in shock. The last person that he expected to find at his room at night was her. After recovering from the initial shock, he narrowed his sleep-filled eyes.
“What do you want?” he asked. S
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
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,
Defeat - Dark!AustriaxReaderNever before had she seen the young master in such a state of fury.Defeat - Dark!AustriaxReader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
It had all started when he and his troops had stormed through the palace doors, vanquished in battle. His pristine white uniform was torn, drenched in blood, his habitual light-hearted gaze replaced with one of steel and ferocity. A crude frown twisted his thin lips as the glass of his spectacles flashed in the sunlight, the red and white flag of their country, which normally flew proud over the heads of the soldiers, clutched in his clenched fist. Bandages were wound over his forehead and torso, both soaked and matted with crimson. The once triumphant warriors cowered behind him as he strode, his face a mask of vehemence, along the hallway, obliviously leaving behind a trail of blood on the tiled floors where he walked.
She watched in bewilderment as the military force, stripped of their victorious façade, made their way past, their clothes ripped and bloodied, with fresh wounds opened upon their flesh. Their f
So Beautiful (DenmarkxReader)There she was. The girl of his dreams. (Full Name). She was a beauty. No one could deny that. Just who was this special girl? Who longed to be with her forever?So Beautiful (DenmarkxReader)2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Well, it was just a certain man named Matthias Køhler. You see, Matthias and (Name) had been dating for six months. They certainly were happy times for the Dane. He was head over heels for her. That’s quite an impressive feat considering Matthias was an infamous playboy.
Though they were perfect for each other, fate had other plans. It tore apart the two lovers, but it wasn’t a typical breakup. It was actually an amicable one, a breakup that they both agreed upon. So, the two went their separate ways, thinking that they’d never see each other again, but fate wasn’t done.
So, here he was. Matthias was taking the train to his boring job at his boring office with his friend, Lukas. He sat there with a solemn smile, thinking about all the blissful memories they had made together. He sat th
Actor!Denmark x Reader |The Nail in My Coffin|Classics are ageless, always eluding time’s rusty clutch. Their concepts are influential, profound and pertinent to contemporary issues. They’re regularly debated over, scrutinized and broken down to each individual morpheme; scholars analyze every theme, pulling the literary and metaphysical meaning from beneath the text. Expressions from a multitude of sundry faces accompany the plays throughout the precarious spell of time, as they’re frequently re-enacted. While the works are unremitting, the actors that breathe life into the roles aren’t illimitable.Actor!Denmark x Reader |The Nail in My Coffin|1 month ago in Romance More Like This
That’s a prominent reason why actors are revered and receive a surplus of merit. They have an expiration date, an end, identical to every other living organism. Actors are marvelous—able to attain a face from a trunk and model it quintessentially.
The spacious theater progressively becomes subdued as the lights over the audience dim. The loquacious crowd comprised of aristocrats settle
ChinaxDeaf!Reader ~ Silent Serendipity CH7ChinaxDeaf!Reader ~ Silent Serendipity CH71 year ago in Drama More Like This
The next day, you woke up a little lost and confused. With your palms, you patted the surface beneath you and noticed you were lying on the floor. You sighed and struggled to get back up despite your achy back and spinning mind. You looked down at the counter and saw your empty mug still lying there.
Must have fallen asleep while making myself hot cocoa...
You pressed your hand against the side of your head and moaned at the migraine that began to intensify.
A migraine. Just what I needed.
Walking down the hallway that led to your front door, you picked up a few picture frames that were lying carelessly on the floor and put them back to their original spots. When you finally got to your front door, you noticed it wasn't closed properly. You leaned against it to push it back into its place but it still wouldn't close. You groaned and flung it open. A textbook lay near the door frame. You figured this was the object that kept getting in the way of your door. Bending over to
Yellow (Finland x Reader)The morning has already come and gone and the cold has briskly settled in, mounting in the gutters and increasing by the minute along the dampened streets of East Jaundel.Yellow (Finland x Reader)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Timo considers it quite fortunate he didn't come earlier - strange as the thought might seem in this one short moment, and given the steady onset of the temperature within both his city and his blood. But, in the least, it's quieter than the norm, when he finds his own thoughts difficult to hear and greatly unsettled - moreover, silence is a blessing, particularly when bestowed in befitting circumstances, so when it's given to him readily he sees little reason to not take advantage.
He's resolved quickly and sensibly to feel no regret toward his unusual timing (any person who knows him well understands his preference for the morning), as several solid minutes of consideration have brought him to where he stands, ankle-deep in snow, and that all seems quite fair enough. Despite having been for much of his
IcelandxReader - Stupid Hunks of Metal (Request)IcelandxReader - Stupid Hunks of Metal (Request)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
‘God damn it all!’
Keeping your injured hand wrapped in an oil-stained cloth, you rush back into your house, hurrying into your kitchen. Your arm lifted high, you search for the sink, small beads of red dripping from the grimed material onto the tiles. Muttering curses at yourself, fate and the giant hunk of useless metal outside, you almost trip over your own feet as you put your wounded limb in the basin, dropping the filthy rag.
‘Stupid, son-of-a-god…’ you mumbled, washing off the dried flakes of crimson, hissing at the slight prickle as the water hit the cut.
You were trying, for once, to fix your pathetic excuse of a car and ended up hurting yourself on God knows what. Grumbling furiously, you proceeded to grab the first-aid kit that was situated on top of the fridge but destiny was against you for the second time that day. The box fell from its spot, spilling its contents everywhere, the pieces clattering nosily.
‘I give up!’ you wail, s
APH---England---Kisses and Guitar PicksAPH---England---Kisses and Guitar Picks3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Arthur returned to Rebecca's house after a nice walk. The brisk autumn air was so serene and calm, that the Englishman couldn't resist. He was greeted by a very eager Sandy, who trotted up to the blond, tail wagging. Arthur knelt down and pet the dogs' small head gently. He then peeled off his coat and tossed it over the arm of the small couch in Rebecca's front room. It was then that he heard it: a guitar and it was being played. And he heard a faint female voice singing, it was a voice that Arthur knew all too well. He gingerly walked up the creaking wooden steps, so as not to alert the person on the second floor. Arthur pressed his ear to his closed bedroom door and sure enough, the sound was coming from inside.
Arthur turned the knob and carefully opened the door, and his thick eyebrows rose. There was Tessa, sitting on his bed with an electric guitar in her hands. The black ear-buds that were plugged into the girl's iPod
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
Denmark x Tsundere!Reader -The Royal Fool11:30pm , the barDenmark x Tsundere!Reader -The Royal Fool1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Climbing onto the porch, you could hear the jukebox play and the drunken singing of the men inside the bar.
When she told me to
WALK THIS WAY
WALK THIS WAY.
You heard men falling off their stools and smashing their mugs of beers onto the bar tops and other drunkards' heads.
WALK THIS WAY
WALK THIS WAY.
The moment you stepped into the bar, the drunkards looked your way.
Just gimme a kiss...
You glanced in the direction of the thud and saw your Danish friend sprawled out on the floor, a little red in the face.
"Heee--HIC--eeeyyy, [Name]!" Matthias grinned up at you cheerily and you folded your arms across your head with a frown.
"Sometimes I wonder if you even have a sober side," you grumbled, kneeling down and putting his arm around your shoulders.
"M-may--HIC--be I do... HIC... Maybe I d--HIC--on't," you helped him to his feet, wincing when he laughed loudly in your ear.
"My money's on 'don't'," you smirked,
[Prize] Sleep Well “That was incroyable, Gil!”[Prize] Sleep Well 8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Yeah, you never told us you could dance like that, mi amigo!”
A strange, snake-like laugh filled the air as a tall, lean man with strikingly cerise eyes hopped out of the car parked at the curb, his shock of thick, silvery hair swaying in the light wind.
“What can I say? I’m just that awesome!” the man called as he waved from the sidewalk. The car purred away and Gilbert Beilschmidt turned away from the street, whistling to himself.
Running a hand through his pale hair, Gilbert made his way to the door of his brother’s house, dancing to music only he could hear. At the door, he dug in his pocket for his key. When his hand reached into his pocket and felt no familiar metal edge, a frown creased his face and he began to rifle frantically through his other pockets, a few German swe
Grace (Pirate!Prussia x Reader)He was entirely alone, at least within the extent of his own mind and understanding, for a decent period of time onshore; he was isolated whilst he had little else to do than make it seem evident to whoever happened to be residing nearby that he was an ordinary, wearied traveller, and had no other greater purpose in the evening than that of inane loitering (which usually would bear little difference to the truth, anyhow). Aside from the unfortunate genetics of his physical features, moreover, he hardly possessed even a striking sort of visage, no different from the silhouettes of the young guards that patrolled at night (the burdens of having bewildering eyes and skin and hair were concealable, thankfully). Being armed was not even a gesture toward the significant anomaly of his being.Grace (Pirate!Prussia x Reader)2 weeks ago in General Fiction More Like This
Even to lay aside the slight probability of being recognised via word of mouth, although, were the residents of the town even possibly intellectual or aware enough to know of his existence? He'd n