AssassinAssassin1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know who you are, walking alone
With that look in your eye,
And your own secret throne,
The secrets you hide,
You know that I know.
Don't know your destination,
Disgust of Assassination
I know why you're you, out in the dark,
With that look in your eye,
That electric spark,
That past that you hide,
It's no secret anymore.
Your not at all cliched,
Double blade, a maid,
Made to assassinate
I know your past, why you hide away,
The family and friends you lost,
The price you had to pay,
It's not really your fault,
Your not that alone.
You take a long time deciding,
Your striding, colliding
Your own world your dividing
I know you begged, when you were young,
In streets at morn, dusk and dawn,
To feed yourself, I know that it stung,
Scars in your heart,
Though of course you won't
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
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
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
Demon! Prussia x Reader (Songfic)Demon! Prussia x Reader (Songfic)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Gilbert sighs and and stares up over the small city. He doesn’t really want to delve into the minds and souls of the inhabitants, but he doesn’t care enough to stop his urges. Gilbert wasn’t always like this. He was always fallen. Angels sometimes grow curious of the human realm. And sometimes they experiment. Gilbert couldn't stop himself when his first encounter with a human woman came, severing himself from Heaven completely. And now...now he is nothing but a hollow shell. He’s been transformed into an incubus.
It’s still bright out, so he’s not as strong as he normally would be. If he were to come in sexual contact with anyone right now, he would be visible to them without his consent. So he decides to wander through the city. There are so many people. He sees them everyday. It’s so boring. Germany has become so boring. Humanity has become so boring. No one is special anymore. It sucks because Gilbert u
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"?
Cake and Training*Read the description below, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*Cake and Training3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In was late in the morning, and little Austria was sweeping the hallways. His Papa, Mister Italy was down in the parlor, creating some beautiful works of art, and even though the nation had wait staff to clean up the areas, he wanted to teach his little one responsibility, so Austria was giving the job of sweeping. The little one swished the broom, making noises while he did so. He was decked out in a little purple frock, and a white apron, alongside a little bandana on his head, to keep the dust and grime from getting in his hair. He had seen the chamber maids, and what they wear, so he had one of them help him.
Italy was down in the South wing of the mansion, painting some pictures, and enjoying himself. Knowing his little one was always well behaved, he did not have to worry about a thing. He hadn't had any plans set for the day, though sometimes Holy
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
Blotto on the Vino*Read the description below, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*Blotto on the Vino3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Standing in the kitchen preparing something to eat for dinner, Feliciano was smiling while stirring the pot of sauce that he had made. The afternoon had been relatively calm for the most part, but Italy's partner, Romano was in a bad mood. The two were not around, because little Rome had ventured outside, and with Romano telling the boy to stay close, he made it his mission to see where the child had gone. This left Feliciano in the house alone. He was humming and having a good time cooking, when he was interrupted by the sound of whining, and lecturing. Looking over to the door, he saw Lovino walking in, dragging along a very naked little Rome in his grip. The elder nation looked furious.
"And another'a thing, naked? What is'a the matter with you?" Pulling the child along, he had him now standing before him, while the nation crossed his arms over his ch
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
Hypocrite :Frerard:Valentines DayHypocrite :Frerard:6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Probably the sickest, most vile holiday ever thought of. Ever. I mean, not everyone has someone. Someone they could kiss and hug. Someone they could give horrible tasting chocolates and cheesy valentines cards to Someone they could exchange I love yous with.
Yeah, they always leave out the bisexual guy that wears eyeliner and eye shadow. The guy who wears jeans that cling to his legs and shirts that have band names on them that no one has even heard of. The sixteen year old boy who wears one glove on his right hand and has HALLOWEEN tattooed across his knuckles. Well, that unlucky guy just so happens to be me.
Yeah, me. Probably the only person on the entire face of the planet thats alone on this unpleasant day. And I mean literally, alone. Not even my own mother is here. Shes off on some date with a guy I dont even know. How bad is that?
A mother cant spend a holiday with her only son? I don
Kelly IotaKelly Iota10 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
The Disappearance Of... [Germany x Reader]Germany x ReaderThe Disappearance Of... [Germany x Reader]2 years ago in Drama More Like This
The disappearance of you . has left me with a hole in my chest. The sounds of screaming, may it have been his own or the screams of those around him, not sure of anything really. Just holding the only thought that raced through your mind was to hold the cripple form of the bleeding, body in your arms.
The warmth slowly fading from their body, tears cascading down your face, while your focus shifted from the body in your arms, to the war taking place in front of you fire, screams, the smell of burning flesh penetrated your five senses.
You could taste the gun powder in the air, smell the smoke, hear the screams, see the devastation, and you could feel the blood on the muddy ground, staining your clothes, slowly seeping into your skin, tainting you.
You told me that when you were born .that you realized that you would fade away. Saying that you have no heart, that everything you are now belongs to your country. And right now
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 42 years ago in Romance More Like This
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 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
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
Torn between twoI dont know why but I cant get over it.Stuck in the middle as always.That day when I kissed Korra, well it felt different.My heart started beating stronger and faster,my arms and legs were laying on my side unable to move.And then something so warm and strong passed through me,so ravishing I never wanted to let it go.But it ended pretty soon and the feeling passed.After that I couldnt stop tinking about her, about us.And when I spent my time with Asami, I cant lie it felt great,but just not the same.And so when Korra got hurt,my heart practically stopped, too much afraid that that feeling would be forever lost.I dont know what got into me but I had to find her,and I had to do it fast.Thats all I knew.We have searched for her everywhere and more and more I felt the impatience building up in me.Not one moment did I look back at Asami.It was like I've almost forgot about her even existing.In my mind was Korra and only she.And then while riding through the streets I saw her hanging down onTorn between two3 years ago in Drama More Like This
You Forgot Something [Makorra]"Oh look at me! I'm Korra!" Bolin chuckled, dressed in Korra's clothes. They were a little tight, but he managed to fit without ripping anything. Though he was afraid to bend down…You Forgot Something [Makorra]3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Korra laughed. "Oh yeah? Well I'm Mako! I bend fire and I'm no fun!" she grumped, trying to hold a straight face. Mako's clothes were a bit too baggy for her, but she still had fun wearing them.
She wore a face with no emotion, but her lips curved into a smile and then she burst into laughing. Bolin joined her and let himself laugh.
"I'm the avatar! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Bolin mocked, posing into his stances.
"I'm so cool, check out my moves," Korra smirked, popping the scarfless collar on Mako's shirt.
Bolin threw his head back and laughed. Korra placed her arm on him to support herself. She couldn't hold herself up from the hilariousness of it all.
Suddenly, Bolin stopped and straightened up. Korra wiped the tear from her eye and followed his gaze. She gasped as she saw Mako standing in the doorw
Julius x Reader - Beauty of YouJulius x Reader - Beauty of You3 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.
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 24The faerie man called Deng had a presence that just filled the room. He was probably the tallest of all of the men of the Courts. He had an athletic build with long strong arms corded with natural muscles that weren't over done. His mahogany skin stood out starkly against the back drop of his bright copper wings and dust. The pattern on his wings were like that of a monarch butterfly's, the only differences were that his were distinctly copper, slightly transparent, with bronze glitter specks falling off of every gentle wing stroke. He stood there comfortably in a grand boubou. The African garb was rust colored, a shade darker than his wings, and it was ornately decorated with intricate small tribal designs in bright white threading along the middle front of his flat chest and then along the capped sleeves. He also sported a short square shaped rust colored cap on top of what looked to be like a closely shaved head. His face was handsome with a long jaw that accentuated his natural easOlder Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 244 months ago in Romance More Like This
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
HatterXReader(SyFy Alice):Part 1It was late, just a few hours before midnight. You were curled up on a comfy beige sofa in a blanket while mindlessly watching tv. You were currently staying with your friend Alice at her large apartment in the city for a couple weeks. You had met the beautiful British girl a few months ago and the two of you had become friends almost instantly. She was quirky, highly imaginative, and always had a way of going with the flow no matter what kind of crazy situations you both got into. You felt comfortable around Alice because you could tell her all your ridiculous fantasies and daydreams and she would never judge you for them. In fact she seemed rather to encourage the impossible. Some days you would both just make up silly scenarios and stories and get caught up pretending they were real. Being around Alice was as natural and comfortable as breathing. You never felt the need to hide who you really were or watch what you said in her presence. She truly had accepted you just the way you arHatterXReader(SyFy Alice):Part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Prussia x Demon! Reader - O DeathPrussia x Demon! Reader - O Death2 years ago in Horror More Like This
A/N: WARNING! DEMONS AND OTHER DARK THINGS AND SOME VIOLENCE! DONT LIKE? DONT READ! I OWN NOTHING BUT THE PLOT LINE AND YOU BELONG TO THE AWESOME PRUSSIA
Prussia x Demon! Reader
~Oh, Death, оh Death, oh Death,
Won't you spare me over til another year~
One foot in front of the other.
It's right behind him.
He must flee quickly.
It won't stop chasing him.
Until it had what it wants.
~But what is this, that I can't see
with ice cold hands taking hold of me~
The albino man ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Though, he could never get tired. He lacked any physical strain in his legs. Yet he was running. Darkness surrounding him. Voices of death calling out to him.
"Come play with us! Come play with us!"
"Take my hand!" one voice screamed.
"No! Take mine!" another shouted.
He couldn't handle it.
"Shut the fuck up!" he shouted, his red eyes widening with anger. The voices turned into whispers.
The whispers turned raspy, and slowly withere