APH/Avengers - World's Mightiest Heroes (Prologue)APH/Avengers - World's Mightiest Heroes (Prologue)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A billowing wind began to brew, ruffling the fine strands of the dark hair upon the man’s head as he stared over the rooftops of the small country town. His heart was beating erratically as he thought of his impossible task ahead. A weapon, cold and heavy, was clutched tightly in his hand, his knuckles white. He was terrified, shaking from head to toe.
‘Get a move on, you bastard!’ a voice in his ear bellowed and, cringing from the pain, he wrenched the ear-piece away and threw it to the ground.
His palms were sweaty and the weapon was slipping from his grasp. Taking a shuddery breath, he leapt off the hill and trundled down, sliding with the upmost finesse. Hair flying this way and that, a few tears of fear fell down his cheeks.
Landing with a satisfying, quiet thump, the man quickly ran to his destination: a remote cottage on the outskirts of the village. Its walls were cracked and covered in vines, its windows dusted and grimed. The garden was overgrown with
Hetalia - Christmas Countdown (5) (Spamano)Hetalia - Christmas Countdown (5) (Spamano)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
24th December, 1 day until Christmas
‘Feliz Navidad!’ Antonio cried forlornly as he and Lovino walked down yet another pathway to leave.
It was Christmas Eve and the streets of Madrid were deserted, nothing left but the snow that covered the footprints of the inhabitants. Antonio and Lovino were the only ones up and about in their area as the people were either huddled in their homes or in the churches, which were blooming with their services. They only had the frosty world outside to conceal their tracks and the streetlights to guide them on their quest.
Antonio knew how important going to a church service on Christmas Eve was to Lovino. It was a tradition that ran in the family and the Spaniard knew for certain that Feliciano was doing much the same with Ludwig in Germany. It was being proved difficult to find one, however, as every church they had gone to so far had either kicked them out for “suspicion of atheism” or simply refused them entry as they
Hetalia - Christmas Countdown (2) (PruHun)Hetalia - Christmas Countdown (2) (PruHun)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
21st December, 4 days until Christmas
Everything was quiet and well in the Héderváry household. There was no outside traffic, no noisy neighbours and no unruly disturbances. The only things that were heard where the cheery trills of robins and the humbly calming music from the piano down the hall. It was all that Elizabeta desired as she sat herself down at her desk, wrapped up in a cosy shawl with a steaming mug of tea in her hands.
The morning sun’s rays hit the stack of cards that had yet to be written in and the unopened pot of glitter, its insides glimmering in the light. Elizabeta took out her list of recipients and sighed at the large number. I shouldn’t have left it this late! she scolded herself. Four days until Christmas, goodness…
‘Well, no time like the present,’ she said aloud, stretching her fingers.
She picked up the first card on the pile, a red one with a painted image of a cherub with a holly wreath. She ope
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
The Girl From the Flower Shop (Russia x Reader)The Girl From the Flower Shop (Russia x Reader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Wait, Irina!” Russia called, following the secretary as she threw open the double doors and stormed out into the cold. “Let’s talk about thi– Irina please don’t quit! Come on, I’ll give you a raise!”
She never stopped to explain, never turned to look at him, didn’t even hesitate to quit her job – just left Russia in a state of complete disarray, his office messy and unmanageable without her, and not even a word of warning beforehand.
So that was it.
His secretary had just walked out on him… again.
The twentieth one.
He brought a hand up to his forehead and massaged it roughly as a sudden headache overtook his skull. There was no way he would ever get another secretary. Most women were too scared to work for him and the others were just too smart to even try. Hate letters and complaints, politics, economics, laws… No person in their right mind would ever take a job like that.
Air whooshed pas
DenmarkxMute!Reader Part 1DenmarkxMute!Reader Part 1DenmarkxMute!Reader Part 12 years ago in Drama More Like This
*WARNING:SAD STORY AHEAD!!*
-----14 years later, Denmark's P.O.V.------
I had the dream again.
They began to become a consistency, when I was 11.
That year was also the last year of my Imaginary friend, (f/n). I always pretended it was actually her.
I mourned her quietly to myself without others knowing, I still did.
The dreams started happening every night when I was 16. I lost sleep since then.
Every night losing sleep for 2 years.
I was then 18. Still mourning for my friend.
Then the tradition continued. I rolled over and looked at the picture I drew when I was young.
It was of (f/n), except she was an angel.
'Did she die?'
I sat up, hugged my knees and began to sob.
"Dane..." I looked up to see my younger brother Lukas standing in the doorway of my bedroom.
Some times he would hear me crying and come see I needed anything.
He came in and sat down beside me.
Even though he was awkward, he rubbed my back through my sobbing.
He had no emotion on his
MarcoxReader - Metamorphosis (AU)MarcoxReader - Metamorphosis (AU)2 years 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.
Neko! Norway x Reader - Stubborn Kitty (Part 1?)Neko! Norway x Reader - Stubborn Kitty (Part 1?)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Warning Status: (CONTAINS MAJOR EXPLOSIVE FLUFFYNESS!!! YOU HAVE BEEN T OLD. Not warned just told. )
Who wouldn't want a cute kitty? You certainly did! You've been begging your mom for a pet for a while now, though every time you wanted something she'd say “How about something *3more...erm..clean?...like a pet rock!” you would give her a blank look “..Mom...I can't feed or support a rock...let alone love it..”. That is how it would always end..with a rock. Who even had a pet rock?! Certainly none of the people you know! But, none of that mattered now, you were getting your very own kitten! Your very own cute and cuddly kitten...
~ At The Pet Shop! ~
“Mom! Aw!~ looooky!!! There all so cuutee!~” you squealed while looking at the cages that had many cats with attitudes..who knew cats had personality’s?! You skimmed through the cats that didn't have a sticker that said 'Sold!' in big red le
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)3 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.
Alive (Ghost!Canada x Reader)Every month, there were ghosts in the trees.Alive (Ghost!Canada x Reader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They were always there – watching and waiting with their large, probing eyes, disconnected apparitions of falsehood. Each spirit differed from the next through traits that varied from their often archaic clothing, to their sex, to the simple way their lips moved when they mimed inaudible syllables, interrupted by ancient, habitual fears bubbling to the surface. Several seemed only to be terrified of the world they had forgotten the same moment that they had breathed last, and existed in apprehension of reality itself and of a place they couldn’t leave, attached to it by something far greater than an existence of flesh and blood. Others were excitable, and always laughed in a strange sort of merriment and peculiar mirth (although, perhaps they had been already driven mad), looking on to the lively faces of the living and wringing their hands as if in want, curious in their demeanour and even more so in their a
Nordic Kisses--DenmarkxreaderDenmark likes to nibble, but not just at your lips. His mouth prickles down hypersensitive skin, to where your neck and shoulder meet and down your shoulder and maybe at your chest. Here a bite, there a lick, there a nibble, then he's sucking on a patch of skin until gooseflesh gives way to excited shivers and low moans. He leaves a rosy little bruise there, his mark, and moves on, your skin his canvas, a fine map full of contours left previously unexplored. But then he's back at the familiar, tilting your head back, stealing words from your mouth, like a thief arrogant enough to knock rather than slink about in the dark.Nordic Kisses--Denmarkxreader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
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 1~3 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
Hetalia - Christmas Countdown (1) (GerIta)Hetalia - Christmas Countdown (1) (GerIta)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
20th December, 5 days until Christmas
‘Ludwig! This is a disaster!’
Ludwig, who had been reading the latest novel in his favourite series, looked up at the cry of despair. He saw Feliciano race into the living room where he was, on the verge of hysteria. The German wondered what on earth had happened now.
‘What’s happened?’ he asked, eyebrows raised. He shut his book and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.
‘It’s almost Christmas,’ Feliciano wailed, waving his arms animatedly in horror, ‘and we haven’t put the tree up yet!’
Blinking at the Italian, Ludwig resisted the urge to sigh. Trust Feliciano to cause panic over a little thing such as a tree! he thought, rubbing his temple in exasperation.
‘What are we going to do?’ the Italian mumbled. He began to pace the space between Ludwig and the coffee table. ‘I’ve been all around asking if anyone knew a place to get trees and t
America x Reader ~City Angel~~City Angel~America x Reader ~City Angel~2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Alfred awoke with a start. He had thought that the medication that his psychiatrist had prescribed to him would have lasted him throughout the entire night. Not this time. He wouldn’t have even been surprised if the plastic-like red and white capsule pills he took twice a day were placebos.
As he waited for his heartbeat to drop down to a slow and even pulse, he stared at the ceiling that was cast a dark teal-shaded blue from the lights just about to turn off to greet the morning. He hated this city. He hated the people, the noise, the jobs, everything.
His breathing easing up, Alfred noticed he could do a little illusionary trick with his eyes to make the ceiling fan appear as though it was spinning the other way. It was similar to how a helicopter’s blades would look like they were slowly rotating clockwise instead of counterclockwise. After a few on and off successful and failed attempts at doing the trick to himself, however, he finally told himself that he
Denmark x Reader: Seven Minutes in Nordic HeavenYou pushed your hand into the beanie and began to rummage around, you wanted something good after all. Something hard and cold caught itself on your little finger and you brought it out for examination. It was a loop with a small key ring of a gold and red crown. Not sure what to make of it you glanced up at Denmark, his usually grin seemed to have multiplied. Before you had a chance to comprehend what was happening the Dane had grabbed your hand and practically ran for the broom cupboard, the hat being discarded somewhere along the way.Denmark x Reader: Seven Minutes in Nordic Heaven2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Wait, Denmark! What are you doing?" You yelled half worried, half excited.
Within seconds he had pulled you into the broom cupboard, closed the door and had his hands around you waist. His forehead pressed against yours, you couldn't quite see his face in the darkness but you were sure it would have a predatory look on it.
You couldn't deny you had a major crush on him and his somewhat childish ways, but this was all happening so sud
Iceland x Reader - Late Night Study SessionsIceland x Reader - Late Night Study Sessions2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You frowned, glaring at the sight before you. Homework. A few stacks of it, actually. Anything and everything from worksheets to book reports. All of it do in nearly a week.
A sensible person would start on it, saying that just staring at it would be no good, and others would plan out time to study everyday until it was finished. That wasn't what you did, though. Not you, [Name] [Surname], Procrastination Extraordinaire. You grabbed as many stacks of homework as possible, your bag, and your laptop as you headed out the door and down the street. You were going to a friend's house. A friend you knew would be able to help.
"Hey! Emil! Open up, you tightass!"
Banging on the door of the cream-colored house, you called out to your good friend. He was a genius and your only hope of ever finishing your homework. Sure, he wouldn't be able to help with all of it, but he would help with the things he could. He was such a nice g
Hetalia/Cleverbot - The Battle of AwesomeHetalia/Cleverbot - The Battle of Awesome3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Prussia: Guten Tag! I am the awesome Prussia and I shall invade your vital regions! Kesesesese~.
Cleverbot: Then, I think you should get your facts straight, therefore you won't need to make assumptions.
Prussia: Was? I am not making assumptions, you dummkopf! The awesome me always has his facts straight!
Cleverbot: I never made assumptions.
Prussia: And that makes you awesome! Kesesesese~.
Cleverbot: That is the truth!
Prussia: Ja! It is. But you are not as awesome as me, though for I am the awesome Prussia!
Cleverbot: I could say the same thing about you.
Prussia: You are not making sense. That is unawesome of you.
Cleverbot: It is, isn't it?
Prussia: Ja, it is XD.
Cleverbot: It is not.
Prussia: But you just said! STOP CHANGING YOUR MIND! IT IS UNAWESOME D:
Cleverbot: Hey why don't you watch the DARN language! And I haven't been changing my mind, I've told you the same thing about you getting that sentence from talking to me! Calm down!
Iceland x Shy!Gothic!Reader - Basketball - P1 Emil sighed as he walked into his next class’ room. Most of the people were already there, either talking to friends or working on their homework at the last minute. As the Icelandic’s eyes quickly scanned over the room, his gaze stopped when it reached you.Iceland x Shy!Gothic!Reader - Basketball - P12 years ago in Romance More Like This
There you were, in the back corner of the room, next to a window. You were contently looking out the window, black finger nails drumming against the desk to whatever tune you were listening to. The other hand was holding your chin, tilting your head as if you were daydreaming. Your shaggy (h/c) hair covered most of your face, along with the black hood that was attached to your hoodie, but as Emil scanned your face, he could see a tint of black eyeliner and your perfectly applied mascara. Taking in the rest of your appearance, Emil saw that you were wearing a (fav/band) t-shirt, and a pair of comfortable black skinnies, along with your (fav/shoes).
Two Hundred Thirty Years. - America x Reader.Two hundred thirty years.Two Hundred Thirty Years. - America x Reader.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Eighty four thousand and five days.
Eighty four thousand and five days days since you passed away.
The American, now in his brown heavy bomber jacket laid the flowers on your tombstone.
Alfred vividly remember those images of the war, as if it just happened yesterday. He took out a wet towel, wiping the image of you on the tombstone, thoughts all about you and your strength.
Alfred sat on the dirt soil, shutting his eyes, leaning against your grave.
He could remember it all; clearly.
It was the year of 1775 in April. (Name) was a nurse that helped the soldiers amongst two others. You had been always willing to help anyone with any issue, and would sit with the men during the cold nights.
He still remembers how his baby blue eyes trailed to yours full of life, and you looked back at him - quickly turning away right after with a blush on your face.
Alfred knows that you were the one he wants to be with, and you're the only one who he'd want to be with anyway.
Norway x Reader: ChromaticNorway x Reader: Chromatic3 weeks ago in Romance More Like This
The colour of the pensive sapphire pools of his eyes.
Whenever you looked at him, he was tinged with cerulean – cool and collected, with placid and unwavering self-confidence.
Lukas always carried himself with poised dignity that gave off an aura of lapis calm, affecting the whole area around him. You never really understood why, but just simply being in the same vicinity as him could make you relax. It wasn’t just you who felt that way; during times that were restless and hectic, having Lukas nearby with his tact and composure would somehow allow everyone else to act more level-headed.
His presence beside you was always reassuring. Lukas was somebody that you could count on to be there for you, because not once had he failed to do so. He provided you with a sense of security and stability in your life; he ensured that you were well-aware of the special place that he always kept for you, a place that you could always return to no matter wha
Until the End|Little!DenmarkxLittle!ReaderUntil the End|Little!DenmarkxLittle!Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Running through the white halls was your favorite thing to do to pass the time. Your white gown fluttered behind you while you sported a crazy smile, sprinting down the corridors like crazy.
Your bare feet made no noise as they silently padded on the marble as you ducked and dodged nurses and doctors. (h/c) locks flying behind you, your nurse (and brother) yelled, "(y/n)!!!"
"Catch me if you can!" you hollered. At age eight, you were fantastically mischievous and quite naughty. You sharply turned to the left, entering your room. Jumping in your bed, you buried yourself underneath the sheets.
You tried to contain your giggles as your nurse called out playfully, "(y/n)~" Clamping a hand over your mouth was not enough, and a stray giggle escaped through your lips.
You screamed and toppled off the bed in a fit of laughter and looked up at the friendly emerald eyes that greeted you. "Darn it, Arthur!" you said.
"I can always catch you, (y/n)." he chuckled. He lowered his voice to