Tea Time Troubles*Read the description below, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*Tea Time Troubles3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Tea time was something that little Arthur enjoyed immensely, but he was not allowed to have too much of the beverage because he was a little Chibi, and too much caffeine would mean Arthur not going to bed, frequent trips to the bathroom, and lastly, and to his father's horror, wetting the bed.
The little nation sat at the table in the dining room, swinging his feet, and sipping some cocoa from his cup, as this was what he was given by his father Alfred. The nation was off in another part of the mansion, but was most likely in his billiards room, and he usually spent many hours there.
Getting bored because he wanted to spend time with his father, and never having the time, little Arthur got down from his chair, and setting the mug of cocoa down, he ran down the corridor and his little face lit up as he heard the sounds of Alfred laughing at something. He
stained [yandere!norwayxreaderxyandere!iceland](2)Lukas got to your house, knocking on the door the second he stepped foot on your porch. "[Name], It's me."stained [yandere!norwayxreaderxyandere!iceland](2)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He heard no reply, so he knocked again. "[Name], answer the door! I know you're home."
Still no reply.
Lukas let out a frustrated sigh and bent over, lifting up your doormat and pulling a spare key from underneath it. Of course, you didn't tell him where it was. He figured it out himself. He slid the key in the keyhole, feeling tension and suspense rise. He turned
the key and knob, opening the door and stepping inside.
"I told you not to let him come over!" You wince at Emil's harsh tone, feeling like you did something wrong when you didn't. Lukas invited himself over without you having any chance to respond. "He's going to come between us!"
Anger boiled within Lukas has he heard Emil's fit towards you. You were his not Emil's! He walked into the living room, sending immediate relief to your face. Hopefully Lukas could calm his little broth
Carry Me Home*Read the description below, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*Carry Me Home4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wang Yao stood in his kitchen stirring some soup he had prepared for himself and his little brother Honda. He cleared the stray hair out of his eyes, while the rest of it sat in a low pony tail. Known more formally as the nation China, Wang hummed to himself. The aroma of the Geng was permeating throughout the house and making some little nation in the other room not focus on his assignment. Japan was told to work on some numbers and letters.
Sprawled out on the floor on a futon mattress, little Honda who wasn't more than five years old was working on his Kanji, or he was supposed to be. He was not enrolled in school yet, but China was very adamant about the nation learning at an early age, and thought education was of extreme importance. It was key to him, and if he could learn at an early age, so could the little nation.
China took the spoon fro
Sent Home with a Note*Read the description below, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*Sent Home with a Note3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Morning arose with sun shining in Japan's face. He stretched and yawned. Looking over to the clock, he noticed it was six thirty in the morning. He shook his head, knowing very well how silly it was that he was awake at such an early hour, and rolled over to get some more sleep. However, he was interrupted by the sounds of little feet padding into the room, and as he turned around, he felt the small little body of his little one land on him.
"Ooofff! Ugh...my old and crippled body...ugh, Yao...little one, you'll break your Papa's bones doing that!" He looked up to see the wide amber eyes looking down at him, and a small smile. Reaching out a hand, and smiling back at him, Kiku grazed the child's chubby cheek, and sat up, leaning against the pillows. The boy was wearing a long night shirt, that was oversized, as his hands were covered, and alon
Guide to Gakuen Hetalia: SealandGuide to Gakuen Hetalia: Sealand3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Name: Peter Kirkland (Principality of Sealand)
Height: 4' 3"
Age: 12 (appearance)
Hair Color: Blonde
Special Hair Feature: Is always covered in a hat, bandanna, etc...
Eye Color: Blue
Personality: Sealandish (hyper and overly humungous dreams), a "brat", reckless, and free.
Family: Brothers-England, America, Scotland, Ireland, and Wales
Friends: Latvia, America, Wy, Other Micro Nations, and "Iceland"
Sexiness Meter (1-3): He broke the scale with his "metal mass"
Favorite Food: Fish and Chips
Fun Fact: For a "small profit" country he still gets wireless internet access.
Surprising Fact: He's made of metal.
Extra: Some suspect him to be a closet otaku.
Hello there! It's Sealand, also known as Sea-kun! I just wanted you to know that maybe after I become a country...you would like to become the capitol of my "metal landmass"?
Cold Feet...Hot Bottom*Read the description below if you are confused, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*Cold Feet...Hot Bottom4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was late one hot Summer night. Lovino Vargas was standing in the kitchen. Sporting a green tank top, and his favorite tomato print boxers, the only thing he could do was keep cool with ice cold water. Drinking down the last of his beverage, he looked over to his brother Feliciano. He scoffed slightly to himself. His brother, god bless his heart was not the brightest bulb out there, but still he tried. Lovino did everything in his power to watch over the younger Vargas brother, and that even meant laying down the law, which thankfully previously being under Germany's rule, Feliciano usually behaved himself.
The younger Vargas brother was sitting on the couch watching a movie. He was laughing, pointing to the screen, and would occasionally look over at his brother.
"Romano come here a quick minute. You need to see thi
Leader Of The Candy Pack ch 2Chapter 2Leader Of The Candy Pack ch 28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Patrick hated school. It wasnt the teasing or the outcast situation, though it had its share in creating this opinion in Patrick. It wasnt the entirely fact that everyone else could find a girlfriend and he could not. It wasnt just because he only had one friend, his curly haired comrade Joe, while everyone else had several. It was more the under stimulating classes that dragged by with teachers explaining their lessons, all too often, in monosyllabic tones. Those classes where the hands on the clock that hung teasingly on the wall slowed to a halt; cruel in their tedious click towards three and freedom. The only classes Patrick looked forward to were those four music periods a week where in the monotones melted away to be replaced with fine strings of music that floated in the air like butterflies on a summers day. He could move around while his fingers plucked excitably at the strings of his electric guitar. He could ignite his soul with the songs he loved
Opposites attract - Demon!PrussiaxShadow!ReaderShe had been shadowing him for a while now. She knew what he was, and luckily for her he didn’t seem to have the slightest idea of what she was or that she was even there.Opposites attract - Demon!PrussiaxShadow!Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
They knew each other as Humans, as fellow students, and then at the same time she knew him as what he really was: a Demon. He hadn’t been hard to find; the white hair and red eyes were a dead giveaway. He didn’t do much to change his look from Demon to Human, it seemed.
She, on the other hand, was in full disguise every time the two had even as much as glanced at each other: always with the (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes and (s/c) skin hiding what lay just beneath.
Now, though, for the sake of convenience, she had dropped her guise and appeared as any other Shadow. Pitch-black hair, yellow eyes that almost shone on their own and her skin a deep grey. This made travel convenient, as she could easily slip in and out of her element: the blacker, the better, as it were.
Her clothes were completely black
Kelly IotaKelly Iota11 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: ZFX-1677 or Kelly Iota
Age: Looks 16 physically, but has been built for more then 5 years.
Species: Robotic Soldier
Occupation: Soldier, Combat bot
Personality Traits: Kelly is a young perky girl, but with a pragmatic look on things, she can be a bit naïve though. She can be a liar to get her way, but doesn't do it for nefarious reasons. She can be a bit nosey. She tends to have a superior complex over old outdated machines made years before.
Likes: Toys, fire arms training, exploring, she likes to play with a yo-yo she gotten as a gift from a young boy she helped saved during a fire fight.
Dislikes: Mean people, terrorists vicious animals, wrenches, loose bolts in her body, her programming, loud noises, dogs, old machines.
Attributes: Kelly is adept with laser pistols, and heavy weapons. She can also do some hacking as apart of her stealth mode. She can blend into the environment during stealth mode, from her camo device.
Back Ground: In the far fu
Frerard 1 The night was cold. Every breeze that crept through the crevices of the tour bus tortured his shivering frame. Wrapped in blankets up to his strong, slightly pointed chin, little Frankie Iero shuddered at every chill creeping its way up his spine. Whether from the cold itself or the thoughts passing through his mind, he wasnt sure. The darkness of the bunks themselves rivaled that of the icy stillness in the air. He was never a fan of the dark. Snores echoed through the small hallway, probably those of Ray, disturbing the eerie silence of nighttime. Frank peered out of the small curtains isolating him from the other members of the band. Why did he feel like he was being watched? Closing them again, he leaned up against the corner of his bunk letting out a frustrated sigh. Thats what you get for welcoming insomnia as a sick thrill. Leaning his head back against the plastic surface of his bunk, Frank wished for sleep, knowing fully well that it wFrerard 18 years ago in Teen More Like This
Germany x Reader - Devil's Dance: German PolkaGermany x Reader - Devil's Dance: German Polka1 year ago in Drama More Like This
[f/n] finished the last retouches of her makeup. In the mirror, [e/c] eyes stared back at her, contoured by a thin line of black eyeliner, the coal like effect somehow bringing light to those orbs, making the color of her irises brighter and somewhat mysterious while shadowed by her eyelashes covered with mascara. As if one could lose himself when looking into those if they weren’t careful enough.
As if. There isn’t someone willing to do such madness. She mocked her reflected image. Besides, I’m not interesting enough for that.
She passed a hand through her hair, the locks falling wildly around her face, framing it in a way that contributed to her previous conclusion, even if she wasn’t inclined to have a high opinion of herself. Smiling ironically, she touched the glass, cool and impassive under her digits, with the tip of her fingers. I have no time for fantasies, or useless reveries, she thought while feeling the warm metal of the pistol
GermanyXReader - Do you even drink bro?GermanyXReader - Do you even drink bro?GermanyXReader - Do you even drink bro?2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Barraaaarrrrrrrrrrr Giiilbert………..what have you doneeee to meeeeeee?!” You groaned out as you lay on the coach in the Beilschmidt house.
The oldest of the Beilschmidts invited you over to hang out because you guys were tots-bffs. That and the albino black mailed you to come over or he would spill the beans to Ludwig that you had a huge thing for him. But you were pretty sure he already had an idea.
And what were you to do? So you now you sit on the couch with an upset stomach and about four bottles of heavy German beer next to you. “You know I can’t driiiiiink Gil” You moan out like you were crying.
“Keseseseses~ _______ please I have seen you down so much more than four!” Gilbert laughed taking a swing of his own beer.
You shoot up from the couch and death stare him from where he was perch on the arm rest. “Yeah! I can drink great! You taught me well Oh great master
Julius x Reader - Beauty of YouJulius x Reader - Beauty of You4 months ago in Romance More Like This
Calloused fingers continued to busy themselves into the late hours of the night. The sun and it's graces had long left sight, leaving the ticking of clocks as the only thing to fill the castle's walls now. You had done this many nights now, watching the clock maker do his work thoroughly. Something about this captivated your interests, although you worried greatly about his ongoing insomnia. After you found yourself here in this world, he soon became your world.
"Julius, aren't you coming to bed?"
Cobalt locks turned your way, pools of blue hues meeting you along the way. His gaze was cold as always, his indifference never wavering. Sometimes, it broke your heart for him to act this way. Yet his small gestures always made up for it; the sweets he'd make for you or his effort to take you out somewhere showing his inner good intentions.
Review of Legend of Korra episode 10Because guys, if I don't, I'm just going to explode. DX And I haven't talked about Korra at all yet, and I feel bad, because the first season is already almost over. My gosh, it went by so fast...Review of Legend of Korra episode 103 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Major spoilers, just so you guys know
I love this show! Oh my GOSH, I LOVE THIS SHOW SO MUCH. I LOVE IT AND I HATE IT AND I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT AND AAAAAAAAAAAAALDHKGAKLFGHAKLSDHGAKLFS. I love it. ;-;
Anyways, THE EPISODE:
So I had no idea what to expect from this episode. They didn't give us a preview, except for one for the season finale, and I was confused for a while, thinking that this last episode WOULD be the season finale. Luckily that was cleared up, otherwise I think I might have just died from the tension... So yeah, didn't know what to expect, but definitely DID NOT expect what happened.
First off, let's talk about Asami, Mako, Korra, and Bolin.
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 2The feeling of falling suddenly stopped and with it your stomach dropped. Your pulse was pounding so hard that you could feel it throb through every strain of your hair. Strong muscular arms wrapped around your back and under your knees, crushing your side into the flat planes of a hard male chest. Your eyes flew open as your surroundings stopped racing down and started to gently float up. Peter Pan had caught you and was now holding you in his arms bridal style as he swiftly flew up out of the tangle of vicious tree branches and towards a small clearing. He landed gracefully upon a smooth grey stone rock. He set you down on your feet gently and he placed one hand in the middle of your back to keep you upright while he pushed your hair away from your face with his other hand. "Look at me! Are you all right?" he demanded; tense worry dripping from every syllable. Your entire body was trembling slightly as it tried to cope with its near death experience. You forced your head up to meet POlder Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
stained [yandere!norwayxreaderxyandere!iceland](4)The impact of the scissors never came and you heard the cling of what sounded like metal colliding against each other. Your eyes shot open to find Emil standing in front of you, a pocket knife in hand. You were saved...?stained [yandere!norwayxreaderxyandere!iceland](4)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I won't let you touch [Name]." Emil barked harshly, pushing the knife forward against the scissors making them fall to the ground. "She's mine."
"So you're going to kill me like you did Matthew?" Lukas responded, his lips curving into a victorious smirk.
What did he just say? You took a step back and held back the tears, Emil killed Matthew? No, that can't be true. You couldn't believe it. "I-Is that true... Emil?"
Emil turned his head towards you, the knife still pointed at Lukas, and sent you a small smile. "Yes, it is. But, I had to kill him. He was coming in between...us. He was in the way."
Your mind went blurry and you got up off the couch, pushing the blanket off you in the process and made a dash to your phone. You picked it up and began dialing f
next best thingi'm sorry,next best thing1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have been sleeping with
winter in my sheets.
he comes through my window
now and then and i let him kiss me like
you would, knead
his legs against my thighs and
bite my ear like you would.
winter is replacing
your memory bit by bit,
filling the absent contours of
your body with his
windy lust, whirling
passions wrestling my
i have been falling asleep
in his arms instead of yours,
lulled in his love
instead of yours-
and during those desperate
nights that i spend drunk,
nestled in the soft snow
of his frosty skin,
i still dream of you and your
your sunshine hair,
your beach-blue eyes;
i still miss
you and your everything-
Country x Reader - Secret Admirer - GermanyCountry x Reader - Secret Admirer - Germany1 year ago in Romance More Like This
2 missed calls. 2 missed text messages.
(y/n)(l/n): yo hey my potato friend! are you busy today?? something extraordinary happened to me today, well I think it’s extraordinary, but I just need to talk to somebody about this thing, maybe grab some advice from a friend and haha lucky for you. da da da daaa you’re my best friend yay hooray...so it’s fine if i can stop by your house today right? maaaaybee?
(y/n)(l/n): ok so i’m going to take your silent answer as a yes of course (y/n) because you are super awesome and you like potatoes too nom nom nom so you can invade my household on this lovely holiday
Ludwig Beilschmidt: Oh sorry, (y/n). I was in the middle of training, but yes, as you assumed, you can come over. Is there a specific time that you will be coming over?
(y/n)(l/n): well hahahahaha actually...i’m already here lol
“Oh hey, Ludwig,” you greeted him as you stood up ver
Four Years: Chapter 6Four Years: Chapter 63 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ghetsis was a complicated person. Not just in the way he acted or in the things he said, but in the things that he did around N. He never was the nurturing father figure to N, and yet at the same time there were instances where Ghetsis would sit down with his "son" and have a decent conversation. Of course, the only time the two got together to talk was when they both had enough free time to play a game of Chess. N felt like he could really let his thoughts on life be heard whenever he was playing Chess- it was a form of escapism for him. He had tried to teach White how to play, but she had thrown her hands up in the air, stormed out and claimed that Chess was "a hoity-toity game with too many rules!" Honestly, that girl...
"N, it's your move." Ghetsis' deep, smooth voice came from the other side of the board, tugging N away from the musings over his wife.
"What? Oh, right. Of course." N pursed his lips and looked at the game board, curling a finger to his chin in thought. G
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 4Peter moved the bear skin curtain aside and held it, motioning for you to go in. You obliged and took a tentative step inside. His room, like the rest of the tree house, was round. The room was modest sized, just big enough to fit the bed the Twins had recently moved in with a long mahogany colored hammock hanging above it that must have been where Peter usually slept, a worn wooden dresser, a small fire pit, and most eye catching of all a tall throne attached to the wall and carved from the very roots of the tree itself. The floor below was tidy and spotted here and there with fur skinned rugs. More of the Indian décor seeped in here as well. On the far wall was a tribal styled pendulum clock and to the left there was a large dark wooden bow mounted on the wall with a sheaf full of turkey feathered arrows propped underneath it. There wasn’t as much light here as in the rest of the place. The dim setting made being in Peter’s room feel intimate. As you walked furtherOlder Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
PrussiaxReader: Stormy WeatherPrussiaxReader: Stormy Weather2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"For Gott's sake, frau! How many times do I have to tell you I don't give two figs about zhat ozher girl?!" Gilbert shouted defensively.
"Gee, really? So that's why she kissed your cheek after you whispered Lord knows what to her! Wow, I can't believe that I ever thought you had feelings for her!" you yelled sarcastically, rolling your (e/c) eyes as angry tears poured from them.
"For zhe last time, it didn't mean anyzhing! I vas only messing around!" Gilbert said through gritted teeth, his crimson eyes looking like they were on fire.
"Yeah, well, maybe you should stop "messing around" with other girls and focus on your girlfriend for once! Is that too much to ask?? We freaking live together for crying out loud!" you spat.
"Hey, I'm zhe vone paying for everyzhing around here. I don't see you getting your butt up at six o'clock in zhe morning to go to vork. Until zhat happens, I
Pure pt.10 (Demon PrussiaXReader) [END] “Don’t worry, everything will be taken care of.”Pure pt.10 (Demon PrussiaXReader) [END]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Taken care of?” You echoed, using this moment of confusion to get a proper look at Mr. Fairy, so you could make sure it was this person was the same one as your childhood friend. You were certain he wouldn’t have said something so foreboding and ominous.
His olive green eyes were warm as they gazed at you, no doubt. But there was something lingering in the very depths of that dry green that made you shiver. Was it some sort of raw possessiveness that you noticed? Or perhaps the desire to- no. You tore your thoughts away from that reclusive part of your mind.
His dirty blond hair stuck up in messy spikes, the tips of which were a kind of translucent, glowing white. You had to squint to see the very tips of his hair, but your eyes drifted down to the rest of him a second later. The white cloth he wore was one you remembered seeing a long time ago. A toga you believed it was called. The white fa
Addicted to Messy Kisses (Visual) I want to sit on theAddicted to Messy Kisses (Visual)8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
roof top in your boxers and kiss
you while listening to you telling me about
the stars that made the constellations on my
face. I want to kiss you when you photograph me,
because that's what I want to remember: loving you
endlessly and boundlessly. I want to kiss you when you
are too tired and too drunk, and watch you slobbering all
over me, while I laugh in your breath on my lips. I want to
kiss you in libraries, when you'll blush and tell me to sto