Echoes - Resident EvilPiers had no regrets as he watched Chris punch and pound at the glass separating them. He had a single goal when he injected himself and that was to get Chris out alive. Chris was the real hero in all this, after all. He had been fighting for much longer than Piers and Chris deserved to see his own true potential. Piers may have been good but Chris Redfield was irreplaceable as Captain and Piers knew that.Echoes - Resident Evil2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The B.S.A.A needed Chris. Hell, the world needed Chris and Piers would be damned if he didn't get him out alive. One of them had to survive and Piers was long lost from the moment that needle pierced his skin, even if Chris didn't see itóbut Chris was too much of a hero to see it.
Chris Redfield never gave up. He was optimistic, borderline in denial, but it was enough to keep Piers fighting for his life just to get Chris to safety. All he needed to do was get him into that little pod and everything would be okay, that is all that mattered.
"Piers! No, don't do this!"
Oh but he had to
The Missing PieceLeaves made a crunching sound when they were crushed by light feet, clad in gently used black combat boots. The woman sighed loudly as she stopped, not three feet away from a tombstone. Her bright blue eyes read over the epitaph, tears burning at her eyes.The Missing Piece1 year ago in Drama More Like This
In loving memory
She held her breath, then exhaled. It came out jagged, clearly the woman was close to tears. She inhaled sharply, then held it in until it hurt, then let it out again. A breathing technique she developed to stop her from crying. It worked- most of the time, anyway.
She kneeled down, touching the gravestone delicately. She wore a long sleeved black T-shirt with a gray, sleeveless jacket over top of it, the inside soft and fluffy. She matched it with a pair of worn jeans. They were faded and had holes on them, but she didn't care. She never wore bright colors on days like these.
The sound of rough footsteps was behind her, but she didn't move, didn't look away.
Resident Evil: Guardian AngelResident Evil: Guardian Angel11 months ago in Drama More Like This
Dedicated to lemonedicecream – one of my biggest fans
December 24th 2004
Cold and dreary – that was the summation of the weather surrounding the nation’s Capitol as the snow outside fell with a fury she hadn’t seen in many years. Gazing out the window, she watched as the flakes continued to fall in large clumps, coating the sidewalks and roads with a slick layer of white. By contrast, the warm coffee shop she was sitting in was a delectable haven, and it was here that Ada Wong lifted a cup of steaming hot chocolate to her lips and took a sip. Taking a moment, she closed her eyes and savored the seasonal flavor it held. As if on cue, the phone in her pocket interrupted the brief serenity of the moment and began to beep. Opening her eyes once more, she reache
Albert Wesker x Reader ~The Perfect Creature (1)Albert Wesker x Reader ~The Perfect Creature (1)1 week ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was dark. You had lived in the darkness for a long time. No light, no other people, nothing but you in a deep unconsciousness.
But not today, because….
It was time for a huge change.
Something disturbed your “eternal” dream. It woke you up. Slowly you opened your eyes and saw a light which you haven’t seen for a long time. You knew you had to follow it. Although you had no idea, what was behind the darkness, you took steps forward. The light called you and you know that you have to catch it.
Suddenly you woke up again but now there was only light. The world of darkness was gone and you were scared because the new, fuzzy world was so different. Your eyes opened to their full size and you tried to look around, but the light blinded you. You tried to catch your breath but it was impossible: there was loads of water around you. You could drown in any moment. Gradually you became accustomed to light and the new world got clearer. You noticed an oxygen respirator m
Growing Upit seems that by now I’ve been diagnosedGrowing Up1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a mild case of weightlessness, mindless
drifting past empty homes and the emptier people
that purchased them. I remember conversations
with you about existentialism
and the almost intricate fabric of my mind and
everything in between, and you-- the way you
paused before making a point as
the words defined themselves in your head:
I remember the day I told you I was God.
Creator of all things unimportant, trapped
in the body of a girl with nothing left to give, you
it must be a beautiful place
inside your head, with a world
that revolves around hope and expectations
the way it was supposed to; all
storybook-perfect like the
wars promise we’ll one day
[I’d like to think that every great leader
once cried themselves to sleep wondering
if they’d ever mean anything and
did things to stand out like smoking
or drinking or pretending to be someone
they’re not and every morning they’d tilt
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 Heaven1 year 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
DenmarkxReader Crisis and Recovery (pt 15)DenmarkxReader Crisis and Recovery (pt 15)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
All at home.
This was the state of play for your group: beat these three other schools and you’ll have made it to the final. On paper it looked easy enough, but factoring in individual skill and match history you could easily see the challenge growing. Next Wednesday evening you had your first game against the college from across town: a team that had a history of getting far in tournaments, both in normal sports and para-sports. Their centre (your position) was two years your senior and had been playing since she was able to roll herself around; it was her experience against your raw but – you thought - miniscule talent.
Your left foot started tapping a steady rhythm against its rest as you stared up at the whiteboard in the corner of your gym hall. In alarming red marker was the tournament progression diagram, neatly traced out for all to read. As each game progressed your coach marked off who had won, who was playing next, and what your chances
Misunderstood (RussiaxReader) - Part 3“Hey, talk to me. Come on.” Fifteen minutes and no results. The Russian boy stared in the other direction, not even glancing at you as you sat on the bench next to him, trying to get him to speak. You leaned closer towards him and placed a hand on the seat between the two of you, pleading: “Come on.”Misunderstood (RussiaxReader) - Part 31 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
You sighed inwardly, leaning back against the worn and slightly splintered wood, shutting your eyes for a quick moment and trying to gather your thoughts.
Gilbert… to think that he had such an awful past. So it’s been a few years since the Berlin Wall has been put up, right…? I’m surprised that he made it out at all… Our teachers tell us it’s an extremely deadly venture. How did he get here? Did he have family? Did he have to leave them behind?
So it had been dangerous, you assumed. You’d done some reading on what was going on in Germany during and post World War II, and although you weren’t able to find out
DenmarkxReader Crisis and Recovery (pt 5)DenmarkxReader Crisis and Recovery (pt 5)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The ball hit you full on in the face, the smell of rubber invaded your nostrils momentarily before it bounced away across the court. You glared over at Winifred, just meters away from you, sporting a cheeky smirk,
“You can’t lose attention in this game for one moment ____, or you might end up looking like a Persian cat!” you pouted, resulting in her laughing as she wheeled herself away to gather the ball, allowing you to return your attention to what had distracted you to begin with: Arthur Kirkland. You had to smile – you had been doing that a lot lately, as if to make up for the months of being miserable since the accident – as you wheeled yourself over to him by the double doors to the basketball court.
“A miracle!” your mother had sobbed happily into your father’s shoulder at the hospital.
“No (Mrs/Miss Mother’s last name), most likely temporary paralysis, possibly psychosomatic in nature,” your doctor had replied
Leon S. Kennedy X Reader - Part 1Leon S. Kennedy X Reader - Part 11 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Leon and I were told we had to go find the president’s daughter. Ashley Gram. She had been taken from her vacation and held as prisoner. Ever since the Raccoon outbreak Leon and I had been military agents. We’d been, for a lack of better terms, the president’s guard dogs. Anything to do with a B.O.W. and the B.S.A.A. was needed to called we were.
So we were put threw stupid messes. Leon had taught me everything I needed to know and I was as good as him now. I had saved him a few more times and he always rewarded me with a kiss. I loved our down time but I got used to the action packed kisses we had.
We were in the car with our guides right now. They’d always mutter in Spanish so we had no idea what they were going to say. Leon was bored to no end as he looked out the window. He was lost in his own thoughts as I cleaned my pistol.
“Why am I always on the short end of the sick?” the diver asked.
“So who are you really? You’re a long way fro
DenmarkxReader Crisis and Recovery (pt 10)DenmarkxReader Crisis and Recovery (pt 10)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that when trying to avoid a person you most direly do not wish to meet, life will play at silly buggers and draw you both to each other; inescapably, relentlessly, mercilessly, and always with a touch of destiny.
You had been back at school for almost a fortnight, and – with exception of biology and history – you had kept your distance from Matthias Kohler. Even so, he was inescapable: even when you knew he was not in the vicinity all you heard about was Matthias and Jacqueline; a constant, endless, tormenting reminder of that night, and those ridiculous words:
“I don’t know.”
Whenever you were in class together you sat away from him, at a new table, and he did not attempt to alter that. When in biology with Jacqueline he sat with her, and you had gravitated across the room.
You had never felt so alone.
Even with Arthur, your now boyfriend, and Winifred and your friends on the basketball team, you still
Leon S. Kennedy X Reader - Part 2Leon S. Kennedy X Reader - Part 21 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
We soon parted ways. I hugged the buildings and stayed in the shadows. It was getting hard. Soon I saw a red dress. A red dress? Most of these villagers were in nasty colored clothes why would there be a red dress? I followed it and saw Ada.
Ada? Ada?! What the hell was she doing here? More importantly was she still with umbrella and would she mess with Leon again? She had messed with him a lot in Raccoon City. Leon said he loved her and she ‘died’. Little did he know that she was alive and I’ve met her a lot on my missions.
Since no one would see us I said, “Ada?”
“(Name)? What are you doing here?” She asks.
“I could ask you the same thing,” I said. “What does Umbrella have to do here?”
“That’s none of your concern,” she says. “Now I must go.” She then used grappling hook to leave. “Tell Leon I said hi.” She then ran off.
“Man I hate that woman,” I said to myself.
100 Themes Challenge: #33- SorrowTheme #33- Sorrow100 Themes Challenge: #33- Sorrow8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Character: Mathias Køhler
When they finally found her, they said that her dress was flowing around her in the water, her eyes wide open, a small smile on her lips. They said that she had looked like a fallen angel, her hair half-undone, floating gently around her in the darkened currents.
How tragically beautiful it must have been, seeing her like that. A fallen angel, staring back up to the Heavens, surrounded by starlight and the faintest echo of the extravagant gala not even one-eighth of a mile away. Had they arrived sooner, they may have seen the blood still ebbing from her pristine chest cavity, her spirit polluting the calming lake water.
Indeed, it had been a sight to behold. She had been surprised at first. After all, how many times does one truly experience being literally stabbed in the back by one's dearest friend? I would hope that the answer is a very short list, as it is very dirty business trying to hide the murder of the brightest jewel in
France X Reader Mermaid in my Dreams Chapter 7France X Reader Mermaid in my Dreams Chapter 71 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Rise and shine, you two,” Arthur said as he shook Francis and (Name). “It’s time to get up for school.
Francis and (Name) opened their eyes and sat up from the couch. “Good morning, Francis,” (Name) said as she was rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
Francis smiled and gently rubbed her head. “Good morning, (Name). Did you sleep well?”
(Name) nodded and started to push herself off of the couch. Francis helped her stay on her feet and walked her into the kitchen while Arthur retracted the couch. Francis pulled out a chair at Arthur’s table for (Name) and helped her sit down.
“I’ll make scones and tea for breakfast,” Arthur said.
“I think I’ll make breakfast instead,” Francis said, racing to the cabinets to get ingredients for croissants.
“Why? What’s wrong with my scones?!”
“I don’t think I want to force (Name) to eat your scones, Arthur.”
“There is nothing w
DenmarkxReader Crisis and Recovery (pt 19)DenmarkxReader Crisis and Recovery (pt 19)7 months ago in Romance More Like This
________ was ignoring me.
That hurt. That hurt a lot.
I could feel myself scowling out of the ground floor window in P.E, not seeing the car park or anything else out there, all the while ignoring whatever it was whatshername was talking about.
Why would she ignore me? Something must have happened after I left her that night. I bet it was Arthur, I bet he’s said or done something to _____ that made her hate me.
I could feel my face screw up even tighter, that asshole, I’m going to have a word with him –
“Mmm?” I lazily murmured as teach called my name, disturbing my kingly angry musings.
“Matthias, care to answer the question?”
“Mmm…what? No. Sorry teacher.”
It had been four days after I kissed her. The morning after, when I called to her from across the hallway outside of class, she blatantly ignored me: just pushed on by with her wheelchair, not even giving
What He Doesn't Know: DenNor23/08/13What He Doesn't Know: DenNor1 year 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
Last Night On Earth (America x Reader)This was it. Alfred was finally coming home. He stood up from the bus station bench and dusted his suit off. He had no belongings to take home with him, only a picture of his beloved _____ nestled in the breast pocket of his jacket. Well, that and his suit.Last Night On Earth (America x Reader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
It was nighttime now as Alfred waited for the next bus. He was so excited to see _____ again. Oh, he missed her so much! He'd been away for a year or two now, neither remembered, but Alfred neglected to tell _____ that he'd be coming back tonight.
'She's gonna be so happy.' he thought as he took the picture out of his pocket.
_____ hadn't wanted Alfred to leave. She knew he was involved in some sort of secretive business, but once again that was something he failed to tell her about. She made him promise on his grave that he'd come back and call or write or at least something to let her know he was okay.
'Don't you worry your pretty self, I'll always come back for you.' Alfred had reassured her with a smile and a peck on the nose.
DenmarkxReader Crisis and Recovery (pt 9)DenmarkxReader Crisis and Recovery (pt 9)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“What do you mean, ‘you don’t know’?” Matthias yelled, losing his cool.
“I...I don’t know...” you replied timidly, recoiling from him, his anger pushing you to tears.
“What!?” you physically jumped as he snapped, and Arthur put a protective arm around your shoulder:
“Hey, don’t yell at her! She says she doesn’t know and that’s fine; yelling at her is not going to help her come to a decision,” Arthur’s voice was authoritative, commanding the Dane’s silence. Matthias just stared at the two of you, blue eyes hard and unforgiving.
“Fine...” he straightened up, eyes closing as if trying to quell his anger, “fine...I know your feelings for me, ____, but you know I do not see you like that.” His voice was stone hard and was like a merciless punch to the gut, leaving you winded.
But...why are you so angry Matthias...if all I am to you...
“So if you w
DenmarkxMute!Reader Part 1DenmarkxMute!Reader Part 1DenmarkxMute!Reader Part 11 year 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
My Dark Guardian (demon!Americaxreader) part 3My Dark Guardian (demon!Americaxreader) part 310 months ago in Drama More Like This
The door kicked open with great force as the British man walked in, hands in fist as he glided over to the table. He rested his hands on it as deep growl left his throat.
“How! How on earth could we let her get away! I mean come the hell on!” He hissed. Vlad rolled his eyes, looking over at Lukas who smiled in a strange way. Arthur turned around, looking at the two. “Lukas, the fuck you smiling about?!” He yelled while Lukas only chuckled.
“You don’t realize that he isn’t supposed to be here, correct?” Arthur shook his head, but still not understanding where he went with this. “We could report him, then he’d get found, (Name) will be defenseless, then get the preachers daughter. It’s a perfect plan.” Lukas smiled, crossing his arms, leaning up against the doorframe.
“That’s… that’s brilliant…” Vlad gasped, looking over at Arthur whose smile was large.
“What do you want?
Leon x Rookie!Reader Ch.5Leon x Rookie!Reader Ch.55 months ago in Romance More Like This
Author's babbling corner
Hey, here's the fifth installment of the Leon/Reader-insert series.
Hope you enjoy.
Shall we begin?
"Alright, here's the deal." Leon stated as he pressed a few buttons on the computer screen.
"In a few minutes, that door will open."
(Name) looked away from the young agent towards the metal doors in front. Her _e/c_ eyes gazed warily at the grey steel for a few moments before Leon caught her attention again.
"And once we're inside, we have to complete a mission..." the stormy-grey eyed man said.
(Name) nodded as she watched her partner walked towards her with a stoic expression.
'I wonder what sort of mission...?' she drifted into her thoughts as she thought of the endless possibilities to her simple question.
Hearing Leon clear his throat, the young woman looked down to see a standard handgun in his gloved hand. She took it with a questioning gaze befor
2P!America x Reader: Insomnia2P!America x Reader: Insomnia1 year ago in Romance More Like This
That face… Why can’t I get it out of my head?!
Pacing your bedroom floor, you check the time on your clock for what seems like the millionth time that night, the glowing red numbers blinking back at you menacingly; 3 A.M., and you had no intention of going to sleep anytime soon. Muttering obscenely, you realized that this was all because of that jerk, Alfred. He enjoyed playing with everyne's feelings, acting all mysterious and cool, and you hated him because of it.
So why can’t you get him out of your head?!
Groaning, you flop down onto your bed with a sigh. It was bad enough that you couldn’t get the dark-haired man off of your mind if you so much as stole a glance at him at school (when he actually bothered to show up that is), but now his devilishly handsome face was making it hard for you to sleep. I- I can’t like that arrogant, stuck-up little sadist who wants to get with every girl at school, right? I hate him! Yeah, that must be it. I ha
Vamp DenmarkxReader ch 1Mathias's POVVamp DenmarkxReader ch 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
This sucks! It's been about a week since I've had a really good meal. All the girls at school are just way too easy. I need a challenge, a girl that's a little more old school....... Mathias thought as he wandered through the hallway of his current school.
He had been going to American high schools for over fifty years now. And as the decades passed, society started to change. Women had started to get a little looser. He didn't have to try as hard when he needed to feed, but the downside, they weren't as sweet as they were a hundred years ago. He missed the taste of virgin blood. The way they smelled as he seduced them, how cute they were when
they tried to resist him.
As he walked the corridors, he began to smell something. It was a very familiar smell and it made his mouth water. It was the smell of an innocent girl! He began to follow the sent, needing to find the girl it belonged to. As