The hidden royalty Ch. 2The hidden royalty Ch. 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After that fleeting meeting Arthur casted his mind back over the little servant a lot of times. He considered the idea of collect information about her by committed informer, but he soon realized that the best idea was asking her what he needed to know, so he had up her for a private audience. The little girl arrived soon, but she was really afraid. King Kirkland, from his high throne, was like a powerful god with the power of kill her in every moment. Although, when he spoke to her, he had a hesitant tone, quite embarrassed, although he would hide that doubt. You're finally arrived. Well, why you're shivering? Simmer down, I won't do you anything. Sit down in front of me and tell me your story.
So Arthur discovered that the girl, named _______, was sent by the nuns that grew up her during that last part of her life. That day he don't discovered much because she was called for works, but he called her every morning and so he discovered that she was lost by her parents (who she c
Rochu- Confessions ~Request~ Another day, another world meeting.Rochu- Confessions ~Request~2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“SHUT UP FROG!”
“After you, Black Sheep! Honhonhon~!”
“I’M NOT A BLACK SHEEP YOU BLOODY WANKER!”
As usual, England and France were arguing over something stupid. At the end of the table opposite them sat Russia and China. Russia’s childlike face contained it’s smile and China had his arms crossed, obviously annoyed. These Westerners are so annoying aru. At least Russia isn't so loud. China thought. Although he thought that Russia was a bit creepy, he did have feeling for the man. Not like he would admit it though. He was certain Russia couldn't possibly feel the same.
Or could he?
A few hours later, the meeting ended and everyone packed up their things to leave. As China was about finished Russia came up behind him with a smile. This smile was different from the others, it was a smile of exciteme
Prussia X Child!Reader: Torture encampmentPrussia X Reader: Torture encampmentPrussia X Child!Reader: Torture encampment2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hey, this is Gilbert Beillschmidt, also known as Prussia, the awesome one! But right now, I don’t feel or look awesome right now. I don’t know why I’m in a place like this, but I quickly became attached to a little kid and all I want is to keep her safe.
I was July 24th and it’s pretty hot where I’m at. All I can recall was that I was just at my home and some group of people came barging in and took me to some weird camp place. I can’t really explain what this place is, but it’s giving off a death camp vibe or something. Anyway, it was a really hot day and I was walking through the camp site. I was wearing black and white stripped clothing and they were pretty worn out. I looked around the area for my brother, Ludwig; I heard he was a guard in this place. I then looked to me right and I saw my brother standing by a door.
“Ludwig!!” I said, walking up to him.
He turned his head to me and muttered,
Snapped! Canada: Playing GamesMatthew gripped the hockey stick in his hands. He liked the way if felt in his palm; firm, like a weight keeping him tied to the ground. The wooden weapon helped keep him focused on the target he had in mind.Snapped! Canada: Playing Games3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As the dazed, almost groggy, sandy-blonde haired man staggered down the hallway, he passed by a mirror. Pausing for a second, Matthew turned his head to look at his reflection. For a moment, he almost didn't recognize himself.
Shaggy hair. A white hoodie with the signature red maple leaf. Glasses. And behind those were a pair of violet eyes that gazed back at him, half-crazed and insane. A gaze that most people might have told them he "wasn't completely there". But Matthew saw nothing wrong.
He thought about what others might think when they saw him. Maybe they'll notice me now, he thought.
"Who am I?" Mathew laughed quietly to himself. "I'm Canada. Ha, ha... Do you remember me now?"
The loud, cheerful voice cut of Matthew's mini monologue. The half-hyster
Under my spell part 4 (hetalia x reader)Under my spell part 4 (hetalia x reader)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The class has ended and there was a slight tap on your shoulder
A albino boy stood behind you.
"Kesese _f/n_ I haven't seen you vince you vere young" he replied
"I'm sorry you must be mistaking. You see I don't know you" you answered
"Ah so she doesn't know her first ever crush?" He smirked
"Eh-t-that was only s-something me and Gilbert knows.wait a minute are you trying to say you're--"
"Ja ze awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt ."
"Your a lot taller last time I've met you"
"Ja and a lot wiser too" he answered
"FYI I don't have a crush on you anymore"you poke your tongue towards the slytherin
"Kesese someone's in denial"he laughed then exited the class leaving a fuming _f/n_ silently yelling.
Time skip~onwards toward the Quidditch field!
The class lined up facing each other. Brooms on the right hand side lying on the ground.
"Good afternoon class."
"Good afternoon madam Katyusha" the class replied.
"Good after noon Wang Yao " sh
Hetalia x Reader Phantom of the Opera 1Hetalia x Reader Phantom of the Opera 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Welcome to the Opera
"It truly is a magnificent structure," Monsieur Bonnefoy cooed, looking left and right at the granite columns and elaborate archways of the building, much like a child in a candy shop, "Simply divine."
"Indeed, it is," agreed Monsieur Kirkland, eyeing the opera house critically before turning to their blond host, "Why exactly are you selling this place?"
Monsieur Beilschmidt sighed deeply, a downcast look in his eyes. As they approached the opera house's entrance, he forced a weak smile on his face. "Well, there comes a time in one's life when you have to get away from it all. I just think it is about time I retire," the man said, pushing open the massive door in a single, fluid motion, "Gentlemen, welcome to the Opera Populaire."
The two new managers smiled, greatly impressed, as they proceeded into the grandiose building. Actors ran to and fro, carrying costumes for the second act and applying last minute touch-ups to their faces. Ballerinas straightened t
England X Reader: 'Make A Wish' (Contest Entry)England X Reader: 'Make A Wish' (Contest Entry)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
England X Reader: 'Make A Wish'
(A/N: My submission to The-Hetalia-Hangout’s contest.)
It was a late night. Stars were out, and the moon was shining brightly. Lighting up the hill full of poppies and daffodils. You and a certain Brit were lying on top of a picnic blanket that was simply sprawled on the floor. The night sky was filled with stars, a few fireflies were flying about. An old robin's nest abandoned, high up in a nearby tree.
It was a quiet night. The silence was bliss, away from all the noise you were so used to. The usual hustle and bustle of the city was stressful, so the calm and stillness of the night, in an empty field was relaxing. It was like a small haven in a world full of troubles, problems, worries, regrets and lies.
Snuggling closer to England, his scent of tea and vanilla is warm and inviting. You nuzzle his cheek inhaling more of his scent, the Brit’s cheeks heat up from the sudden affectionate gesture. This was normal, an affectionate g
Seven Minutes in Heaven (Netherlands)You roll your eyes and stick your hand in, grabbing a...Seven Minutes in Heaven (Netherlands)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You purse your lips, knowing exactly who it belonged to. "Netherlands, let's go." you call, already bored with this game as you shuffle to the closet. Once there, you plop down on the floor and wait for the solemn man to appear.
When he does, you feel your heart skip a beat for the blonde, and when he sits next to you, you feel like you're going to die. His scarf drapes across your lap and you shiver, causing Netherlands to wrap his arm over your shoulder. You blush wildly but still adjust yourself so that you were leaning against his chest.
Shyly, you sneak your hand towards his, softly touching it. He responds by grabbing yours firmly in his own. You finally relax against the man, closing your eyes and just listening to him breath.
The door begins to creak open and Netherlands places a gentle kiss on the top of your head before lifting you up and walking out of the closet to a plush couch.
Abandoned: Chapter FourAbandonedAbandoned: Chapter Four3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The grass is cold and wet under my worn, bare feet. A heavy morning dew weighs down the tall emerald blades as I sift my way through it, approaching the small house at the bottom of the hill, being careful not to slip and fall. I pause about three meters away from the building and study the large oaken door that marks the entrance: engraved on the front is the same symbol that the magician has burned into his left palm.
“He certainly put some effort into this place,” I say softly: the architecture is modern, the lines straight and clean with abrupt corners marking the jagged edges; black shingles contrast the wooden exterior, outlined in a metallic trim. My eyes turn back to the door and gaze at the symbol that has been thrust into my face a hundred times, the symbol that haunts my nightmares and taunts me from my daydreams.
I close the final few steps to the door and raise my hand, curling it into a fist to knock, but I find myself frozen in place ju
Austria x Mute!Reader: Music Box - OneshotAustria x Mute!Reader: Music Box - Oneshot1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Roderich sighed as he left the hotel in which he and the other countries were staying. Another conference was slowly coming to an end and with more problems than before the personification of Austria was exhausted. He really missed his piano. Making music always relaxed him, but the hotel had no instruments and he was mostly unfamiliar with this city. So he opted to talk a walk, away from the other countries, alone. Maybe thinking of classical music would be enough to calm down.
The streets and trees were still wet from the recent rain that had stopped about half an hour ago. But the air was cleaner and as Roderich chose his path through a nearby park, he thought he heard a melody from a music box.
The more he walked, the cleaner the sound went and the more intricate he found the melody.
Finally he came upon the source. A young woman with (h/c) hair, a wet umbrella leaning on the bench on which she sat. In her hands was a small wooden box from which the melody came. Her eyes were
A monster in Paris lyricsA MONSTER IN PARIS:A monster in Paris lyrics2 years ago in Drama More Like This
I hide my light inside a cloak of night
Beneath the red scarf and a chapeaux
The pearl of my heart locked within a shell
Too afraid to let it go, to let it show
And all the headlines read
For the whole world to see
A monster in Paris
I fall apart, I fall apart, apparently
I did appear beneath the light
Yes it was me
A monster in Paris
I hide my pain inside a melody
It's as if notes I sing set me free
I keep all my dreams under a lock and key
I'm so afraid that they will fly, away from me
A monster in Paris
A monster in Paris
A monster in Paris
The Demon and the Magician: Part OneThe Demon and the MagicianThe Demon and the Magician: Part One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Part One: Into the Depths of Hell
The blood has finally stopped flowing from my chest, the wound healing over with nothing but a jagged scar as a reminder of what I had done. I’m not quite sure what to do at this point, but I have to figure it out soon. Looking up into the night sky, I see the stars dying, one by one, as if an ever-advancing sheet of darkness was making its way across the heavens. The earth beneath me begins to rumble as I quickly read through the ancient script sprawled out in front of me.
“Ego manere hic,” I say, placing my hand over the white circle as instructed. A fierce light begins to glow as the still-beating muscle bursts into a brilliant white flame that reaches up towards my hand and begins to burn the flesh. I cry out in pain until it stops, the fire dying; nothing but ash remains.
I collapse backwards and grip my hand, studying the mark that had been seared into my body: a Celtic cross, wrapped by an i
Romeo and Cinderella ~ A Fairy Tale Untold - 2Previously...Romeo and Cinderella ~ A Fairy Tale Untold - 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
What was that noise? I looked around. Nothing in the garden would've made a sound like that. We don't have any wind chimes. I stood up and bent over my railings slightly to try and get a view around the front of the house.
Someone was riding down the road on a white bike. He had a big case of some sort strapped to the back of the bike and had blonde hair. Wait... It wasn't, right? I looked harder and noticed he was wearing headphones and had his hair tied in a little ponytail. I died a little inside when he stopped in front of my house.
It was Len.
Suffocate“I didn’t want him,” she says. “I wanted something, something I saw in the eyes of Libby, Sam, Sandi, and Agnes. Something that would have made our new world, our safe world, a home. Children were a part of that world and so I found myself a child. Perhaps, I thought, I would love him and everything would fall into place. Perhaps with a child I could be content with safety, and normality, and a world without knives taped on mop heads.” A cold smile. “I still catch myself thinking that. I still think that maybe tomorrow will be the day where I can fall asleep with the lights on.”Suffocate2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Carmen’s features are stark and cold; like the chiseled lines of Soviet propaganda etched onto an icy street corner. A straight decided nose, high sharp cheekbones, and thin pinched lips. Her eyes are black. We sit together in a small, bare walled, room on a pair of fold up chairs.
I frown. “You mean off?”
“No. I mean on. During the war
Romeo and Cinderella ~ A Fairy Tale Untold - 3Previously...Romeo and Cinderella ~ A Fairy Tale Untold - 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Listen, Rin," whispered Haku and folded her arms. "I don't know if you heard but a boy came over earlier. He was looking for you. His name was Kagamine Len. Do you know him?"
I pretended to act surprised. "Really? Len's a friend from school."
Haku cupped her chin in thought. "Hmm, well he seemed awfully eager to see you. Are you dating?"
"W-WHAT? NO!" I cried. "JUST FRIENDS!"
"Shh, keep it down!" whisper-shouted Haku and she put her hands on my shoulders. "It was only a question. Did you tell him where you lived?"
I decided I'd cover Len on this one. "I kinda told him earlier without realising. It was an accident! I haven't told anyone else!"
"I see," sighed Haku. "Just make sure he doesn't come around again. You were lucky your parents were out. I'm not going to tell them but if he arrives again, I'll have to think again."
Over My Shoulder: Chapter OneOver My ShoulderOver My Shoulder: Chapter One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As I sit in the tall metal stool—one of those old iron ones with the thick black cushions and the top bit that swivels back and forth—I watch the customers with a blank face that begs for closing time to hurry up. As much as I love this place, I’ve quickly found myself tiring of the same old routine, day in and day out: the same few customers that have come to call this shop their second home wander about in their usual patterns, digging out old books that fill the shelves in a seemingly random pattern, sticking their noses into the spines of the old tomes and reading silently before picking up another and continuing with their ritual; those few newcomers that step in and look around with a smile on their face, inhaling the dusty scent of ancient leather-bounds before walking off into the shelves to become a wandering zombie just like the regulars; and lastly, those few people who kinda just let themselves in and browse around, trying to l
Little Soldier Boy... *Song for Uncle iroh*Little Soldier Boy... *Song for Uncle iroh*3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Little soldier boy
Comes Marching Home
From your battle
You come marching home
Brave soldier boy
Please come marching home
If only I could've helped you
You would come marching home
Little soldier boy
Comes marching through my heart
Brave soldier boy
Never came marching home
Farewell my son, I will never forget you...
Tomorrow's Promise: Chapter 5A Munto Fanfiction: Tomorrow's Promise © RedWingedAngel002Tomorrow's Promise: Chapter 53 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: Munto; Sora Miageru Shōjo no Hitomi ni Utsuru Sekai © Kyoto Animation; Yoshiji Kigami and Tomoe Aratani
Genre: Adventure, Family, Fantasy, Friendship, and Romance
Summary: What if Gntarl found about the Girl of Destiny earlier than he had? Minor AU. MxY
A/N: More parallels were taken from episodes two and seven! Thank you, Jamie, for the useful suggestions, and my betas for proofreading.
Also, I got some inspiration through Mel's fic, The Burden of Destiny, particularly chapter five, which is where this named was derived from. I found it very fitting: http://tenebrous-shenanigan.deviantart.com/ art/The-Burden-of-Destiny-V-313804708 (That whole drabbles series is amazing, okay? Hell, all of her writings are, but I love the intake she has for these two, between birth and through the second OVA. I highly suggest taking a read.)
Songs: Briony by: Dario Marianelli, How To Save A
From Dawn Until Dusk: Chapter 1From Dawn Until Dusk: Chapter 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A Munto Fanfiction: From Dawn Until Dusk © RedWingedAngel002
Disclaimer: Munto; Sora Miageru Shōjo no Hitomi ni Utsuru Sekai © Kyoto Animation; Yoshiji Kigami and Tomoe Aratani
Genre: Family, Hurt-Comfort, and Romance
Summary: Drabble Collection. W1: The seasons have changed and she welcomed spring without a word. Now finally, finally, her waiting has been well received. Word count: 1,981; post-series. MxY
Prompt: Week 1/12: Write a short scene of a character finding a letter; include the letter text, all in active voice. Omit all unnecessary words.
A/N: Hello, everyone! It’s been a while since I have updated some side-stories, huh? I do apologize for not added onto my other fanfictions, besides Waiting For You; motivation has dwindled and all has been put aside until further notice. I have scatters of work-in-progress chapters and one-shots, I just need to reign myself in to finish them up.
The Demon and the Magician: Part 8The Demon and the MagicianThe Demon and the Magician: Part 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Part 8: Lost
“Watch it!” the man yells as I jump off to the side, falling backwards into a puddle of murky brown water. The man throws his arm out the window, throwing me the bird before rushing off in his large black sedan. I don’t bother to lift myself up out of the water—the rain has already soaked me to my core. Instead, I just sit, looking around me as people rush back and forth, their bodies immersed in technology, connecting them to and severing them from the world at the same time.
“The nineteenth century was so much kinder to me,” I say softly, standing up and continuing to walk down the cold concrete sidewalk. My shoes, slick and black, shine under the soft gray light that filters down from the sky. Lifting my left hand to my face, I look at the dark black scar: there’s been something different about it for a couple centuries now. Granted, it still works just fine; but something about it nags at me, b
+Bloody Affection+ Chp. 4+Bloody Affection+ Chp. 41 year ago in Romance More Like This
(*Note: the drawing is mine, please don't steal.)
"Nghhhh..." I just woke up.. my eyes still feel a little heavy, and my back hurts.. I woke up on an old sofa and let me tell you it's not the most comfortable thing in the world, but I had worst. I should be grateful I didn't end up sleeping in the forest.
From what I assume we ended up in an old cabin far away in the woods. Most probably Jeff killed the owners of it, considering that there are a lot of useful things around here; fridge, a microwave, a TV and so on, I still don't know what's upstairs though.. Hopefully some good beds.
"You finally up?" Jeff pop up from nowhere while I was spacing out thinking about these things and staring around the cabin.
"So, you know my name, what's yours?"
"It.. weird...I'm from Romania so my name might sound weird....no, it IS gonna sound weird.."
"Oh please." He said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.
"Heh.. you're right, it is weird"
Necromania- Fetish For The FiniteIf Laurence could have escaped at that moment, he would have. He would have broken free and staked the bastard where he stood- but escape, today, was not an option. Nike, unfortunately, had other ideas about escaping. Without a word of warning, she had shifted into Werelion form, staying back-to-back with Laurence and fending off the ‘Heartataks’ as the strange Vampire above called them.Necromania- Fetish For The Finite3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“The Heartataks will only engage on my command, so we can have a nice little chat beforehand, can’t we?” The Cardinal’s man smiled down at them, his tone almost charming. The Werelion wasn’t having any of it and whenever they got too close for her liking she would strike out, roaring her defiance to everybody who could hear. And, down the corridor, somebody did hear her.
Only a little way off, Amissus Corda, FVK and the six ex-Cardinal girls stalked the scent of Laurence and Nike. They were trying to plan out how to go about their assault and rescue, but first,
Apocalypta: Chapter 10-Drew’s POV-Apocalypta: Chapter 103 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I noticed that Harley was hunkered down by the water bottles so I scuttled over, a sneaky smile on my face.
Oh this was toooooooo good.
“So, Harley… Is it really windy outside?”
She ignored me.
“Did you… Run from zombies?”
Again, she completely blanked me, pulling out a small bottle and standing- only for me to advance towards her.
“C’mon. Don’t tell me you and Bevvers got a little too close…?” She said nothing, she just stared at me. I cocked my eyebrow. “Rumpy pumpy with old Bevvers?” I teased- but she snapped back at me.
“You better keep your mouth shut, Woolly! Wouldn’t want anybody to know about you and Shane, would we?”
My blood ran cold for a second, and I hissed a little- air escaping through my gritted teeth. How did she even…?
“What do you mean, ‘me and Shane’?” Growling, I fronted her, not letting her