Replay X (YouTube x Reader)Replay X (YouTube x Reader) in Romance More Like This
Never do you ever have any free time, mostly because being the daughter of an executive director meant always travelling, meant always having one party or another banquet to go to, meant always being expected to enjoy yourself. At least you weren't forced to go, you had entertained the thought of avoiding those events entirely, but it wasn't appropriate, because Cole always attended, so you should make a point to.
You kind of hated that sometimes, because where you were perfect at getting things finished, allowing the emotions to drain out of your voice. There was almost no pleasing you, only getting the job done, because you were not (Y/N) anymore, a young high-school student, you were Ms. (Surname), an associate of the company and it was your responsibility if anything was screwed up. Your brother had always deemed your methods, harsh, and they were, you couldn't pull of what Cole did. Cole would present a charming smile and sweet talk everyone to do exactly what he want
Winter's Frost XIV (Male!Elsa x Reader)Winter's Frost XIV (Male!Elsa x Reader) in General Fiction More Like This
Shivering, she lightly tugged at the reins, as the unfamiliar Fjord steed continued to trot steadily through the growing storm. Gazing skywards, she squinted attempting to clear her sight, as unfortunately nobility she might be, supposedly exceptional in many fields, any fields, she was rather lacking in the subject geography.
The image of the small frown her governess wore simply by gazing at the work, as well as the persistent insistence that Aviv was to put more work into her studies in geography. It would haunt her now she thought bitterly, amused laughter could be heard all the way from Soroet.
The princess could only sigh heavily, as the waxen map proved useless considering her inability to read it. Her best idea of where she was headed, the kingdom of Ajolumi, where perhaps she could negotiate a plan of some sort whilst Arendelle was in this difficult situation. Though Rapunzel had insisted on going instead, as Arendelle and Corona held a familial connection. Eugene
XIX. Friend [Spirit Albarn x Reader]XIX. Friend [Spirit Albarn x Reader] in General Fiction More Like This
Azusa remembers how she met the N.O.T. student painfully so. There was a lot of squawking as the red-headed scythe's part and a lot of screeching on the younger girl's part.
Stein observes the occurrence with a practiced nonchalance, offers a chocolate crackle cookie as an attempt at a means of distraction. [The crossbow sees the scalpel poking out of his lab coat.] The white haired meister makes a face, scowling as mutters under his breath something along the lines of --brat, dissection for the sake of science--.
She had expected something different when she had heard the description from Albarn, of the most adorable little thing in existence --something weak, fragile, and small--. The girl is small, but is undoubtedly not any of those other things : weak or fragile.
The redhead pinches her cheeks as the N.O.T. student squawks her treatment, she has her her foot pressed firmly against a pressure point of Albarn's neck and is cursing all the while --calling Albarn: bas
XXIV. World [Ciel Phantomhive x Sister!Reader]XXIV. World [Ciel Phantomhive x Sister!Reader] in General Fiction More Like This
Because, so rarely do you get this opportunity to speak openly enough, because otherwise it is simply stiffening and you could drown.You are not fond of etiquette, but it was increasingly necessary as you advance further in society, as are those meaningless formalities. The right curtsy without the slightest error --ankles drawn and skirt pinched in between exquisite gloved fingers-- was as important as politics. You almost envied Ciel whom though unsociable, was allowed so. Unfortunately, only one can be so in public --at least--, if he is, than you must play the role of the delicate princess, radiant as the sun.
There was a time when both of you were on that golden throne smiling down benevolently, --it is obvious that you are above everyone, isn't it-- fingers interlocked because to you there is no one more precious than the person's hand you are holding. Your brother is composed porcelain set with sapphire chipped irises, both of you are still shining
Continuum [Tintin x Reader]Continuum [Tintin x Reader] in Romance More Like This
Regardless of her more brilliant moments, admittedly she is rather absent-minded and during the brief period of time that she spends at the fair with Tintin, she has already nearly been killed two times, after stepping into the way of a vendor and then nearly breaking her neck.
With all the small shops set along the side of the street, while Tintin goes to talk to the man selling the ship, she simply takes the time to wander. There's spare time, besides it's been too long since she's been home to Belgium, let alone Brussels and the bustle of the street market is almost nostalgic. She's musing on things for her book as she always does, imagining it within her mind. 'A something twenty year old detective traipsing through the streets, eyes wandering from the blue cloudless sky to the many vendors. Looking for something suitable, a gift for their employer, only to catch their eye on one or another odd trinket.' She sees a glint of blue in the corner of her eye, and [Y/N]
Mayfly December: 1 [Sam Winchester x Angel!Reader]Mayfly December: 1 [Sam Winchester x Angel!Reader] in General Fiction More Like This
"In this world, it is too common for people to search for someone to lose themselves in. But I am already lost. I will look for someone to find myself in."
― C. JoyBell C.
Sam was surprised, if he was being completely honest. There are many angels of course, famous or completely obscure, and he is well knowledgeable about most of them whether by the Bible or in modern history. This is the first he has heard of this particular sister of Cas, the famous angel, Ariel, that has lived in solitude for many years, longer than Gabriel even, and managed to stay in complete anonymity. The way Castiel speaks about her in an almost fond tone that's obviously discrepant from the monotony expected of the angel is only one factor playing into the enigma is the unknown "Ariel".
Is is intriguing but the most important thing he files away in his knowledge of the angel, is her own depth of information on the topic of the Apocalypse and the ancient texts. She sounds to be an imp
I. Skates (Male!Elsa x Reader)I. Skates (Male!Elsa x Reader) in General Fiction More Like This
The winter sky was painted with a soft hue of cool blue that was touched with a tint of lavender. Light white clouds, that were almost feather-like, it was difficult to distinguish between what was cloud and soft blue.
Still, the days had not become too cold yet, it was only the beginning of December, so the air, though chilly, was not too cold, and the weather was pleasant enough, perfect even for ice-skating. The winter was captivating, the surface of the water was like a mirror, reflecting the skies dimly. The small lake was less than a mile from the castle, hidden in the forest, a secluded place that few knew of.
At the moment, Elsai etched a snowflake with the blades of his skates, a happy smile on his lips, as he stepped back for a moment to admire his work. Today, they had gone out with Kai, who had left almost sixteen minutes ago to the castle, leaving them to themselves. Anna who has insisted on coming, had a fever. So even though he had wanted her to come too, and thoug
Black Sheep (Male!Annie Leonhardt x Sister!Reader)Black Sheep (Male!Annie Leonhardt x Sister!Reader) in General Fiction More Like This
He had very little in this world, regarding it with a cold sense of detachment. The world was cruel, there being very little that he could believe in besides himself. Perhaps it was the hopelessness of living, where fear had always lingered over their thoughts, always a part of their lives, ever distant but visible. But their aspect of what the world was, his and his twin's, was not shared with her.
Among the shifters, she had always been very different. From the omniscient look in her eyes, though they had been very young, which far contrasted her coarseness, her heart had not expired and was far from dead, unlike the many who surrounded them. However in her eyes, there was weakness in those wavering eyes, there was no similarity there outwardly, or at least noticeably.
She had kept her thoughts inwardly, though he knew her well enough to understand her.
The shifter, who was a bit younger than him, was weak. Useless. That's how others saw her in their youth, it had been an u
IF [Ciel Phantomhive x Sister!Reader]IF [Ciel Phantomhive x Sister!Reader] in Drama More Like This
Alabaster blossoms adorn your hair --ivory Queen Anne's Lace, White Bog Orchid, so many different species of flowers that he cannot possibly name them all--, diaphanous crystals drape your neck, tinkling like silver bells with only the slightest movement. Exquisitely detailed lace sweeps the ground as you descend the staircase gracefully, the tips of the glass beaded shoes peek from underneath the skirt of the gown.
Though the glaucous veil obscures your visage, for once, you are smiling genuinely, though Ciel supposes that in the recent years, the golden aspect that everyone has expected of you has become more real. (Not the persona you put forth simply to gain favor with the general public.) But, you have had more to be grateful for, and while he does not completely understand how his younger sister can so easily put away the past and can still smile, may never understand with the demons of his past, Ciel Phantomhive loves (Y/N) dearly. Those past arguments seem so very fa
Fascinating II (Sherlock x Reader x John)Fascinating II (Sherlock x Reader x John) in General Fiction More Like This
"221B Bakers Street."
Looking up at the numbers on the door, her hand was raised to knock on the door here, when she paused, her knuckles lingering there. Just a bit farther down the sidewalk, she had noticed an elderly woman with hair that was a whiteish blonde hue, the woman had stumbled, dropping her bag and sending all of the groceries sprawling across the sidewalk, but no one paused to help her.
"Oh dear." She sighed heavily, the woman began gathering up her groceries and you rushed to assist her. She seemed to be fairly well off, judging by the neat and prim way she kept her clothing, as well as what were the keys to the apartmen- flat, that was how people referred to it as here. The metals of the keys that peeked out barely from the pocket of her dress was similar to the one of the door handle which she had been about to open. Though the luster of the keys was much newer, and likely a new copy had been made very recently.
Assuming she was walking and divorced most li