The Tale of an Argonian ch.1Gazing towards the distant mountains, Makeo let out a sigh. "Another long day," he said to himself, scratching the back of his scaly neck. The sun was beginning to disappear behind the horizon. It would be dark soon; he had to start making his way home. He stood, picking up the sack he had filled with mushrooms that day, and began walking away from his sitting place.The Tale of an Argonian ch.15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This sitting place was located on the northeastern edge of a hill about an hour's walk from Makeo's home. Specifically, it was against a large oak tree on the edge of the hill. He would walk to this tree with his breakfast every morning, then sit and eat while contemplating ways to escape his mundane life. After his morning meal, he would go home and do the day's work, later spending the afternoon hours collecting mushroom caps, firewood, or whatever his uncle needed. Every evening, he returned to sit underneath the tree until sunset. It was the only place where he really felt alone and free to think and dream as he please
The Tale of an Argonian ch.3Makeo and Witseidutsei sat together for a while, discussing things of varying significance as Makeo finished his sweetroll. Eventually Makeo decided to retire for the night; it was still early, but his muscles were starting to ache. The swordfight may have been brief, but was fast-paced and the physical activity which he wasn't used to had a negative affect on his body. Witseidutsei wished him a good night's sleep. Raymus and Ali came along to the Lodge later in the evening, both having finished their own business. Raymus carried in a rather large sack of gold which he showed off to Witseidutsei--a hundred and six septims from selling the pelts and the meat. Ali simply gave Witseidutsei a quick "Hello" before going to his room; he was exhausted from walking all day and his voice was hoarse from repeatedly telling Makeo's story to just about every townsperson whose attention he could get hold of.The Tale of an Argonian ch.35 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Not able to sleep, Witseidutsei left the Lodge sometime after midnight to get some fresh ai
TIMEDay becomes nightTIME1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Beginning is an end
Tomorrow was yesterday
The future is the past
An hour becomes a minute
A second was a year
Quickly moving backward
Slowly moving forward
Life is death
Death was life
Start at the finish
Finish at the start
Lost in Italy|RomanoxReaderRomanoxReader - Lost in ItalyLost in Italy|RomanoxReader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You knew you were absent headed, were curious and got lost easily but did you ever listen to your gut? It was a rhetorical question but I'll answer anyways. The answer is no, you never listened to your gut and alway ended up in trouble. Today was no exception, the only difference was that you did it in a completely unknown place. I should explain, well in very simple words you were lost… lost in Italy. The only thing you knew was that you were in Siena, nothing else. You might be asking yourself if she's so absent minded why didn't she just get a tour group or something of the like, well I did! But I lost them as well, ugh, let me just start from the beginning.
My friend [f/n] had decided to move to Italy after finishing her degree on architecture, it was one her life-long dreams. She moved to Siena, which is in Tuscany, Italy by the way. This summer she invited me to stay over at her place so I could tour Italy to my hearts content, I ,of co
Not EnoughI'm not for this world.Not Enough1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The terrifying echoes of commands I cannot conquer
Rattle the thin blood beneath my skin.
Shedding my discomfort, shunning it,
I bare my heart to the world to be picked and probed
Until what's left is pussed and welted.
And I stop.
Catatonic euphoria spills over my fluid muscles,
Singing me to paralysis.
But I cannot rest.
Sleep is void, painful stagnancy,
And it eats the spirits that should illuminate my eyes.
They are cold,
And beg each life I see for spare shreds of dignity to feed on.
I cannot make my own.
Not on this wilting crust, burdened by its children.
That which this place consists of cannot sustain my voracious hunger.
It is not enough.
It is too much.
It drains me
And bloats me
With its deficit of compatible existences.
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 15 When you and Sherlock arrived at the address that John had given you, John was waiting impatiently outside of the police tape with his arms crossed. The tape covered a small area in the front of a little shop, but the crime had apparently happened inside as most of the people were walking in and out of the shop. Sherlock found it rather odd that this was quite near Mr. Braginski's apartment, and that in the course of following him, he often passed this shop. An ambulance and numerous police men dotted the area while the forensics team was mostly gathered in the center or inside the building. In the back of the ambulance sat a trembling woman, around seventy and likely the owner of the store, who was trying her best to tell an officer what she saw.Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 152 years ago in Romance More Like This
On the inside of the building, as the three ventured to the back which seemed to hold a storage room, nothing looked out of the ordinary. Nothing was out of place, every shelf and rack was filled with trinket
The Hunt: Werewolf!2p!GermanyxHunter!ReaderIt was a dark and not stormy night, and (Y/N) was out on her first hunt, though in retrospect, it would have been better to wait for the next wolf’s attack, and the informer would have been wiser to assign this hunt to another, more experienced hunter. But, now was not the time for would haves and should haves, and since she bore the mark that all hunters had, should she be injured by the wolf she would be fine as the mark negated the effects of the curse. Several other tattoos were littered across the canvas of her body, though those are currently unimportant because they could not possibly save her skin.The Hunt: Werewolf!2p!GermanyxHunter!Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She pulled the gun loaded with silver bullets, and proceeded to absentmindedly polish the barrel. The Swiss weapons master had been shocked when the weapon chose her; apparently it had been gathering dust for the last hundred years on a shelf. The ownership of this gun was cause for discord amongst (Y/N)’s colleagues. The person who last possessed this firearm was Van Hel
Prussia's Maid Chapter Two (prussiaXreader)The young man looked up from his studies. And there he was. You caught your breath. It was the same handsome man from the paintings!Prussia's Maid Chapter Two (prussiaXreader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter Two: The new boss/master Gilbert
You stood there. ‘Wow, this guy was even more handsome in real life.’ He certainly did have the looks. When he looked up his crimson eyes looked innocent and there was a hint of surprise in them. You thought this was almost adorable and you even blushed. Then his expression changed, a bit dramatically. His face turned into a smirk and he started snickering.
“Vow frau, you look very nice.” He said to you. This got you all embarrassed as you remembered what you were wearing. You grabbed the front of your dress to make sure it was pulled all the way down. Your face turned a shade red from the embarrassment but also you were angry.
Treasure [Prussia/Gilbert BeilschmidtXReader]"Come on ____! This is so unawesome!"Treasure [Prussia/Gilbert BeilschmidtXReader]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Completely ignoring the presistant protests from the frowning albino you continued to walk through the thick brush, pushing twigs and bushes from your path.
Filled to the brim with focus and optimism, you refused to stop for anything.If Gilbert was as hungry and tired as he claimed then that was just to bad; you were on a mission, and nothing was going to divert your one-track mind from the task at hand.
Twigs and leavs of various sizes decorated your long [h/c] hair, pulled from the trees.
"__________" Gilbert drew out your name in an obnoxious whine, finally stopping after tripping over various tree roots and twigs.
"What?" You finally aknowlaged him, though you continued to peek out furthur into the dimly lit forest, [e/c] opticts narrowing to slits as you searched for what you were looking for. "If you really don't want to be here then you can just go home, Gil."
"What are we even doing here?" Gilbert asked, broad shoulders slumping in defeat.
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 9 Sadly, the kiss ended quickly. Sherlock examined your face carefully, and of course noticed your slight disappointment. He stood back and gathered his thoughts. "You need to rest," he said. You were still in shock from what happened and almost didn't register what he said.Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 92 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You need to tell me why you did that," you finally responded and suddenly felt a little more confident. For the first time in a long time, Sherlock didn't have a proper answer. Thankfully, his phone rang and he was quick to answer.
"What?" He asked, and his expression changed as soon as he heard the voice on the other end. You couldn't hear, but whoever he was you knew Sherlock clearly didn't like him.
"You like my little surprise for (y/n)? Oh, I definitely have more planned for her," the man said. Sherlock's eyes widened, but anything he thought of saying disappeared. "You're not getting anywhere near her," he responded harshly. The man chuckled before speakin
GermanyXFemale!Reader (Chapter 6)GermanyXFemale!Reader (Chapter 6)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You began your cleaning rant by changing out of your nice summer clothes to a baggy t-shirt and cut off sweatpants. Turning on your music, you headed to the mirror. You put your hair in a messy bun then jumped down the spiral staircase and got to work.
You started up high so that you could return the ladder as soon as possible. Starting on the window sills, you dusted the white trim carefully. Then cleaned the windows and wiped them down. next you moved on to other places until the job looked well done. You folded the ladder, ready to take it to Clarice.
Finishing around 5pm, you ran in the rain to your neighbor’s house and returned the ladder. She and her husband had been eating dinner when you dropped by.
“Sorry to have caught you in the middle of your mea
AustriaxReader: Singing in the ShowerIt all started about a month ago, when you'd married your High School sweetheart, Roderich Edelstein. "Dear, why don't you sing for me anymore?" You blushed. "It's complicated..." But one day, Roderich heard you singing in the must ironic place possible...AustriaxReader: Singing in the Shower2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Edelweiss, Edelweiss, ev'ry morning you greet me...
Small and white, clean and bright, you look happy to meet me...
Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow, bloom and grow forever...
Edelweiss, Edelweiss, bless my homeland forever..."
It was a short, simple tune, from your and Roderich's favorite movies, the Sound of Music.
"Her voice has gotten even better since High school... She sounds like an angel..."
When she came out, she was wearing a white fluffy bathrobe and one of her favorite nightgowns. She headed towards the master bedroom, and sat down next to her husband.
"You didn't hear me singing, did you?"
EnglandxReader Independence DayHeavy grey clouds hung low in the sky, rain threatening to fall any minute. The streets were fairly empty at this time of morning, only the occasional left-over drunk breaking the silence.EnglandxReader Independence Day2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Arthur walked, his dull green eyes framed by lank hair, his footfalls echoing between buildings. It was that day. He pushed away the memories threatening to flood forth and sighed heavily, needing to relieve some of the oppressive weight that had settled on his chest. It didn’t work.
Pink and orange rays of sunlight began to slip into the sky as dawn came, pushing into the grey mass of clouds. Arthur glanced up, but soon looked away. He had left Arthur. Just gone. Arthur wanted to be angry at America, wanted to rage at Alfred until he felt better, but he knew he would still feel this… emptiness, this hurt. Because I miss him.
Alfred would be celebrating today. Arthur felt bitterness creep up his throat. Again he fought to suppress the memories of the day Alfred ha
Depressed NorwayXReaderDepressed NorwayXReaderDepressed NorwayXReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I rolled over facing my sleeping girlfriend's back. Thats what my life seems to be now. Everyone's back to me. I look down at my wrists. They were cut so many times. When Y/n asks, I tell her the cat did it.
The sun was starting to rise. Y/n rolls over to face me, still asleep. She mumbles something. Did I want her to wake up? I get up to take a shower. As I shower I reach for my razor to make more cuts down my arm.
I hear the door open, Y/n walks in. I rinse my razor blade as I hear her rustling around. Then I rinse my cuts, they wouldn't stop bleeding.
"Hey....Lukas" she says
(Note, you can't see him because of the curtain)
"Uh" I say trying to hide
"I was wondering if you wanted to come to the bar tonight. Vilot's giving us a discount if we go" she says
I don't want to, but I could tell Y/n really wants to
"You can go...I'll stay home" I say
"And do what have the cat claw you even more? Please Lukas, we haven't had a date night in awhile" she pleads
Germany x Sick!Reader: SpecialGermany x Sick!Reader: Special2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You groaned. Something about yourself woke you up, and you raised your head, which was probably the worst mistake so far.
You swayed, and fell back with another groan.
You rolled over onto your back, and winced at the German in front of you.
“H-hi, Luds,” you whispered, smiling, before you covered your eyes with the back of your hand, the smile turning upside down into a grimace.
“(Y/n)?” The sound of cloth rustling hit your ears. “What’s wrong?”
Normally, you’d head for your parents’ room, but you were living alone now…with your German boyfriend as your roommate.
“…could you go get some paracetamol for me?”
There was a rustle of cloth again and dull thumps on the floor before the door creaked open. You turned your head, turned on the side lamp, glanced at the clock. It read five in the morning. Mentally sighing, you turned on your side.
CanadaxReader - Rainy ConfessionsThis was it. This was the day she was going to confess to her best friend. Taking a deep breath, she stared outside the window of the conference room the Allies were using for their meeting. Rain poured down from the dark clouds above. It was gloomy and saddening, as the raindrops slid down the window.CanadaxReader - Rainy Confessions2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Well, that is it for today. We will meet again in a couple days.” Alfred, the American at the front of the room said, pulling her attention away from the outside world. Everyone stood, as well as herself, and she was about to go towards her friend when a voice called her back.
“_____, could you help me with something?” She turned to see Yao, the man from China. He also sat next to her during meetings, since they were close friends and he wouldn’t have to sit next to anyone else.
(Name) nodded and smiled kindly at him. How could she say no, when he needed her help. “Sure thing Yao, what is it you help with?”
He gave her instructions and had her h
The Prince and the Apprentice Ch 4: Fili x ReaderYou had encountered trolls before and you loathed them immensely. As Fili, Kili, and Bilbo scoured the area looking for clues as to what had happened to the ponies you broke off from the group and searched for tracks that could lead you to them.The Prince and the Apprentice Ch 4: Fili x Reader1 year ago in Drama More Like This
“Hey, there’s a light,” Fili called quietly, catching your attention.
You followed the three of them as they dashed through the underbrush and hid behind two trees. You slid in next to Bilbo just as one of the trolls walked by carrying Myrtle and Minty under his arms.
“He’s got Myrtle and Minty,” Bilbo groaned, “I think they’re going to eat them. We need to do something!”
“Yes, you should,” Kili answered, much to the displeasure and confusion of the Hobbit. “Mountain trolls are slow and stupid and you’re so small, they’ll never see you. It’s perfectly safe, we’ll be right behind you”.
“If you run into trouble hoot twice like a barn owl, o
Red String of Fate Germany X Reader Part OneRed String of Fate Germany X Reader Part One1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"H-Hallo?" Your voice rang out like a lonely bell as you cautiously walked into the pitch black room.
"Mr. B-Beilschmidt? I'm here f-for my test out-" You warningly/pleadingly called out into the darkness hoping another human being was shielded with in.
It seemed almost like a bad horror movie, you had watched with your father, as you slowly moved through the foreign room and all you could hear was your shallow breathing and your petite foot steps.
You looked down at your small wrist watch as the time read 7:50 sharp. Your meeting with Mr. Beilschmidt wasn't until 8 O'clock but your father had always told you to be ten minutes early. This rule was mostly made up to keep his German pride about always being on time.
You noticed as what appeared to be a side office or at least a side room start to come into view on the far side of the schools gym.
"H-Hallo?!" You called out again as you thought you saw a black shadow glide across the gyms glossy floors.
Your brain was runni
LithuaniaxReader - My Get AwayToris looked up from where he was standing, towards the tall Russian he worked for. He was busy doing some work at his desk, tossing papers a side of in the wastebasket. The door opened, and the man looked up. A short Latvia boy walked in, carrying a tray. Ravis walked over quietly, the man smiling at him as the tray was placed on his desk. The boy bowed and hurried out of the room.LithuaniaxReader - My Get Away2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Mr. Ivan.” Toris spoke when the door shut. Ivan’s blue eyes bore into his, and he flinched. “I was wondering if it was alright, if I could leave early?”
After a moment of silence, the man smiled. “Yes, go off and see your little friend.”
Toris smiled brightly and bowed quickly. “Thank you, sir.” He turned and left the room, rushing down the stairs. He passed the other two, Ravis and Eduard, waving them away as he went out the door.
Snow was covering the ground, white flakes occasionally fluttering from the sky, but it turned out to be a sunny day. Kids
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 12 John, who came back to the apartment late in the morning, was not the least bit surprised to see you drag yourself out of Sherlock's room in one of his shirts and pair of boxers. You had made a small attempt at fixing your hair, but it still stood out. It didn't matter to you, because by the looks of the rainy weather, you weren't going out today.Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 122 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Case?" You asked. When you woke up, Sherlock was nowhere to be seen, so you assumed he was working a case. You weren't that angry that he wasn't there, knowing that he is more dedicated to his job than anything else. It was a bit confusing at first, but the note on the table by his bed that read "I'll be back shortly -SH" cleared it up. John pulled his eyes away from the book he had been reading and confirmed your assumptions.
"Something to do with that man," he said as you poured a cup of coffee.
"Yeah thanks for being specific, John." He sighed and continued reading that damn bo
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 10 Sherlock was on the verge of identifying the shooter. He knew for a fact it wasn't Moriarty, but someone he had hired. All he needed was a name and hacking into the police records gave him just that. Of course, he could ask Lestrade who would let him look into the records, but that would require that he change into some real clothes.Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 102 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Dmitri Braginski*," Sherlock reported, pulling the army doctor out of his book. John raised his eyebrows as he set the book down, "What?"
"The shooter. Dmitri Braginski was the shooter," he clarified as he ran to his room to get out of the inside out t-shirt and robe he wore. When he came back, he donned a tight, white shirt and black pants, but his hair was still messy. John was a little lost. Sherlock pulled on his coat and scarf and left the apartment swiftly. John quickly followed, although he was unsure where he was going.
He soon found himself tailing Sherlock down a hall in the hospital where y
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 2 "A brain?" John asked, holding the jar up to his eyes. He examined it closely, twisting the jar to see every angle. You leaned in on the other side, seeing John's distorted face through the corners. "It's unique." You were proud of your gift idea; you knew Sherlock would like it.Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
He gave it to you carefully and you set it on a table. "Thanks, Molly. Here." You took a stack of money tied with a rubber band out of your pocket and laid it on the table, then after giving Molly a tight hug and a "Thank you," you took the jar and skipped away. John jogged after you.
"____, I got a text from Sherlock. He's at the apartment." He shoved his phone into his pocket. "Shoot. He'll know what I've got even if I hid it." You thought about your options. "Why don't you distract him, like bring him outside or something, while I sneak in."
"What am I supposed to say?" He asked as the both of you got in a cab. "
RomaniaXAbused readerRomaniaXAbused readerRomaniaXAbused reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I kept my door locked at night. Not knowing what was worse, that man, or my parents. It was about 11:30 at night. I was wrapped in my comforter sitting up on the edge of my bed. I kept my knees close to my chest. I watched the door hoping no one would enter. Or maybe deep down I wanted someone to come in and acknowledge my presents.
That man pays my father to rape me. To get his sexual needs out. He comes every once in awhile.
My parents call me useless. They slap and hurt me. They laugh when I fall. But when they over drink they do terrible things.
I look at my phone, new message. I remember before the abuse I went to school. I had so many friends. Then I was home schooled and abused. I didn't tell anyone, because maybe I was over reacting.
I look at my phone finding it was a Vlad. I remember he was about to confess something on my last day...but then my mother dragged me home, with her painted fake smile, saying "Time to go home dear". I remember
Things That Are BlueI wish I could be beautiful,Things That Are Blue2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and wear blue dresses
without looking sad in them
because I don’t look pretty.
I wish I could be the ocean,
if just so the blue of my eyes
will finally mean something
other than smiles lost.
And I wish I was born
with cold fingers and blue skin,
if just so the time wasted
would mean more than this.