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
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
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
Aubade [Hetalia Fanfiction - PruHun]The woman he loved, he met her only once in his life.Aubade [Hetalia Fanfiction - PruHun]8 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
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.’
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
A Nordic Five WinterA Nordic Five Winter3 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
IcelandXReader chancesIcelandXReader chancesIcelandXReader chances2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was spending the day with my brother Mathais. He was a country. I looked up on ancestory.com and found out he was my brother. So I lived with him. Recently my parents died, due to a war, leaving their human daughter behind. I found out I was the only human. He was showing me pictures of his friends. There was one that stood out. He had violet eyes that stared into my soul. he wasn't smiling. He had a shy aura. He wasn't looking into the camera either. He had thin lips
Mathais notices my focus on that picture.
"Thats Emil, he's Iceland" he said
"Emil" I try his name out.
"Like him or something" Mathais smiles.
"He has a sexy face" I say thinking out loud.
~~~2 months later.
I was still getting use to just living with Mathais. Mathais was planning a silly string fight with his five best friends. I wait on the porch. My elbows were on my lap. My head in my hands waiting.
Mathais was proud of me for not being so depressed about mom and dad's death
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.
ChinaxDeaf!Reader ~ Silent Serendipity CH9ChinaxDeaf!Reader ~ Silent Serendipity CH92 years 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.
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)3 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
~Goddess~ An Iceland x Reader One Shot~Goddess~ An Iceland x Reader One Shot3 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
The New Girl: HetaliaXReader Ch.9The New Girl: HetaliaXReader Ch.9The New Girl: HetaliaXReader Ch.92 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You stared at the screen of your laptop, gaping at the conversation that had just ended. Your laptop went bing before you could react;
France has logged on
France: hello, (y/n)~ I'm guessing you read ze log, no?
(Y/n): yeah...and I don't even know what to say...
(Y/n): and what's with all of the screen names?
France: Oh! We uh, use t'ose screen names because t'ose are t'e countries t'at we are all from!
(Y/n): ok... Then I know some of those screen names...
(Y/n): but what about "Prussia"? That country doesn't exist anymore right?
France: t'at is true...but Gilbert is still Prussian.
Your face went pale. Prussia was Gilbert? So...Gilbert liked you...
Your brain started putting all the pieces together. In
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
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|9 months 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
Australia x Reader, REQUEST”Pinky PromiseAustralia x Reader, REQUEST4 months 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
The New Girl: HetaliaXReader Ch.7The New Girl: HetaliaXReader Ch.7The New Girl: HetaliaXReader Ch.72 years ago in Drama More Like This
You sat in your car in your driveway, texting Arthur to let him know you were coming over now for tea...
(Y/n): hey Arthur, I'm coming now okay?
After a few seconds, the Brit replied;
Arthur: okay love, see you soon.
You blushed. You knew that love was just a way of addressing someone in Britain but still...it still made you blush.
You started your engine, which hummed to life once it started. You switched your gears to reverse and backed out of your drive way. You were about to drive off, but your phone rang, but the screen on your cellphone read 'Unknown Number'. You pressed answer...it was probably just another one of Gilbert's friends trying to get ahold of you...
"Hello? Who is this?" You muttered into your phone.
"Uh...hey...it's Sadiq..." You hung up your phone. There was no way you would talk to that guy. Your phone
Hetalia: The (Not So) Beautiful Dating WorldHetalia: The (Not So) Beautiful Dating World9 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
The New Girl: HetaliaXReader Ch.12 FINALThe New Girl: HetaliaXReader Ch.12 FINALThe New Girl: HetaliaXReader Ch.12 FINAL2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Your eyes fluttered open. You were staring at a white textured ceiling, completely confused.
You quickly sat up, scrambling out of the covers of the bed you were laying in seconds previous. "Hello!? Where am I?!" Your eyes darted around the room which you were in. White walls surrounded you, and the room looked something close to a nurses office.
"Hello? Anyone!?" That's when the door slowly opened and a woman in a uniform, a nurse's uniform, walked in. "Oh! Your finally awake! You've been out for a few hours, the principal was getting worried..."
You tilted you head in confusion. "Principal? What are you talking about? Where are the countries?" The nurse looked at you with pity. "Dear, what are you talking about? Was the injury worse then we had thought?"
Your heart sank, and you started to feel dizzy, tears stinging your eyes. "Where are they
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