England x Reader- Slender Man part 2
Finally, anticipation and nerves managed to lure us from the car and together, we stepped through the ancient wrought iron gates that lead into the shadowy park.
We walked along in silence, my heart stopping each time the snap of a tree branch or the rustle of leaves echoed through the darkness.
Biting my lip, I prompted myself to be brave. If Arthur could do this, so could I.
Besides, Slender man was just a legend.
A bush rustled abruptly off to my right causing me to jolt away from the alarming sound and right into the British gentleman. Catching me from behind (and preventing my fall), he helped lift me back to my feet and spun me around to face him.
“[Name], are you alright?”
Blushing, I lowered my gaze but I could still feel Arthur’s emerald eyes watching me with concern.
“Y-yeah. I’m okay. Just…a bit startled is all.”
He smiled and held out his hand which I took gratefully and we continued off with renewed courage.
Minutes later, we came
Frozen- Jack Frost X ReaderMore Like This
You were sitting by your window, daydreaming as usual with your headphones on. It was one of those days where you wanted to be alone; blocking out the outside world. Your imagination was better anyways. You look out your window, you see that the streets and land had been covered in white. Great, it had snowed. You sighed and shivered a bit as you closed your blinds. You hated snow, it was so cold and wet. . Sure, it was beautiful to look at. . but you hated moving around in it. This must have been why you thought it'd be best to stay inside today. You sigh, slumping down on your bed. It was obvious that you were awfully bored, maybe even lonely. You now wished that somebody, anybody would come and talk to you.
What seemed like a few minutes later, you must have drifted back into a daydream. . . because the next thing you heard was your mother shaking you, telling you to wake up. You groaned, not wanting to get up. "What is it mum?" You ask her tiredly, rubbing your eyes.
Guardians of the seasons trailerMore Like This
*Ocean princess by Two steps From Hell is being played*
Every season is special by it's self...
*Showing a tree changing by the seasons*
But did you know
That even seasons need a guardian?
*Music gets more dramatic, showing the scene of Hiccup, Jack, Merida and Rapunzel becoming immortals*
The scenes of Hiccup searching for the Night Fury, Merida following the Wisps, Jack looking at the Moon and Rapunzel getting her memories.
They all had something special inside
-Give me another chance... - Jack whispered while trying to swim back to the surface of the frozen lake.
-... what once was mine. - Rapunzel singed while making mother Gothel younger.
Merida is hitting the third target on the contest for her hand.
-Everything we know about you guys is wrong. - Hiccup said while patting the Terrible Terror.
They have been chosen among the rest
The scene of Merida fighting Mor'du, Jack standing in the crowd.
They have to unite
-Lemme guess... Fall? - Jack asked Hiccup
-Yeah. I'm gues
Jack Frost x Reader. The Night MeetingMore Like This
You sat at your desk facing your computer,(eye c) eyes scanning web pages for something that maybe, just maybe, might put you in a good mood.
You brush your (hair c) bangs out of your eyes and rest your face on your hand, sighing all the while.
Your day had been going great up until now. In the morning your dad made you breasfast consisting of (various foods), and in the afternoon you went to see a movie with your friend (___).
You smile to yourself, knowing you are alone, and, quietly, you mutter out loud
" if only life were really like that..."
"if only life was just like in the movie-"
But before you could complete your sentence, your dad's voice, which was quite loud boomed through the house;He was yelling at the tv. He was louder than usual, due to the fact that he was drunk once again.
You hated when he was like this, and went out of your way to avoid him at all costs.
All was quiet again, but you waited a moment before you continued.
"if only somebody,or... anybody
Eternal DarknessI'm cold… and alone. Only one person, one thing, one small voice was uttered to me in the past hundred years. I know who it is, I do. I can go in to towns and float about my own business wondering, why? Why can no one see me? Why can no one hear me? I try to walk out in front of things like cannon fire to see if something would end this torment, but no, the metal spheres just pass right through me like I was never there. I feel a bit of it, yes, but it doesn't hurt. Just a breeze.More Like This
Who am I?
My name is Jack Frost.
The moon has been the only one to actually talk to me. He only did it once, though. He told me my name. That was it, and every time I tried to talk to him, I get silence. I've raced around the world, trying to get to higher points to see if that would help. The North Pole. Mount Everest. Mount Kilimanjaro. Human structures. I've shouted at the sky, night and day, sun and moon, thinking the sun would talk to me, too.
I get nothing from them.
Where am I now? I'm back wher
Rise of the Guardians : Jack FrostThey suddenly noticed one of them was missing although they were all immortal he was the youngest by far, where was he? They looked around the white land; the snow still fell slowly, solemnly, as if it was melancholy itself. This brought questions into all their minds, he, the commander of ice and snow was the one who was missing and they knew not where he was, or if he was alright. They began walking, looking frantically through the gentle snow that fell to find him. The sky was a light grey and heaving with the amounts of snow filled clouds, there was not even a small breeze so the snow fell straight down to rest lightly onto the already fallen. Suddenly, one of them stopped. They all noted this meant they had found him; they turned to glance in the direction of who had spotted him. There he was, lying with his back turned towards them; his arms limp in front of him. One of the group started towards him, and on reaching his tired body fell to his knees and consciously, slowly liftedMore Like This
For Sora loversMore Like This
Sora just came back from saving the worlds and was looking for you. He saw you sitting on the paopu tree and then the sky turned gray and it started to rain. Sora started to walk towards you and said"Hey---."You just look at Sora with a sad face and he looked into your eyes and saw some tears run down your face. Sora sat next to you and looked at you with a worried face he'd never seen you look so sad since you and him have been friends. So he asked "Hey---what's wrong you seem down?"You look to him now tears were really running down your face."I miss Roxas."You say stammering through your words and now crying."You really miss him don't you do you love him?"You look at Sora in shock and the tears weren't running down your face. Sora looks back at you then looks away regretfully. You claimed down and answered Sora's question "No, I don't love Roxas.I love you."You start but you stop yourself from saying anything else. Sora looks up at you again but with a bit of a smile and t
I Will Be Your Guardian Season 2(Prologue)More Like This
5 years later,Jamie's House
Jamie have grown up with so fast. Now he's 13 years old and have entered the teenage world. Throughout his life,he was getting more happy and his life getting more better than before. Today were the first day of winter. The winter season have returned. He getting more happy because he will going for another winter vacation with his beloved,Jack Frost. He have been together with him for 5 and half years.
Jamie's mom and Sophie have moved to New York because she have got the work as a accountant at a very famous bank named The Bank of America. Now,the house was officially owned by Jamie and Jack Frost. But as for the couple,Jack Frost went to North Pole for three month due to the meeting with the guardian. During Jack's gone,Jamie had to stay alone. But he never sad because he knew that he have to do a very important task as a guardian. He have to protect the children destiny and made their dreams come true.
"Ahh,today is the first day of w
More Than A Nip [Jack Frost x Reader]Ice skating.More Like This
Whoever had invented the idea in terms of it being a "fun way to pass the time" was a complete and utter idiot.
Stumbling around on the surface of a frozen lake on too-tight for comfort ice skates that squeezed and pinched your feet in the most uncomfortable way as you waddled around like a penguin was not your idea of fun. It was the complete opposite. It was horrendous, absolutely exhausting, humiliating, and just completely and utterly a waste of your valuable time.
Then again, being that you had moved out to the middle of nowhere right when winter had decided to kick in, it wasn't like you had anything better to do.
You sighed as you plopped down on the lake's edge, which was covered with a thick blanket of snow, and stretched out your aching feet with a groan. Your name was (first name) (last name), and your father had decided out of the blue to move your family out into the old farmhouse his best friend had grown up in many years ago, just for a more…rustic ap
Papa!America x Child!Reader - American Lullabies"Papa?" you called softly, tugging on the fabric of America's pants.More Like This
He frowned. "What's wrong?"
"I-I had a nightmare. I want to stay in here with you."
He smiled and nodded quietly. "If that's what you want, my princess."
America was currently sitting at his desk, working through a stack of paperwork. He seemed to be getting double his usual amount of paperwork, which wasn't fun for either of you. America knew that you wanted to spend time with him, but he knew that he had to get his work done.
You crawled up onto his bed, snuggling under the covers. You tried to fall asleep, but after a few minutes, you huffed in annoyance and shifted your position, causing America to look up. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"
You glanced over at him. "I can't get back to sleep."
America stood up, turning off the light on his desk. He walked over to you, lay down, and pulled you close to his chest. "What do you want me to do?" he said softly.
"Sing me a lullaby?" you asked hopefully.
He chuckled and nodded
Papa!Canada x Child!Reader - Canadian LullabiesYou looked in the kitchen, where your father, Canada, was sitting at the table, working.More Like This
He jumped a bit in his seat, startled. "O-Oh, it's just you, (f/n). Y-You should b-be in bed by now."
"I know, but I can't sleep. I was wondering if… you would sing to me."
Canada looked taken aback, but nodded. "O-Okay."
He walked over to you, holding out his hand. You grabbed it and started walking towards your room at the end of the hall. You crawled up into your bed and Canada wrapped the blankets tightly around you.
Canada paused. "W-What would you like me to sing?"
"… You remember 'Farewell to Nova Scotia', right, Papa?"
Canada smiled softly. "Of course I do." He cleared his throat quietly.
"The sun was setting in the west,
The birds were singing on every tree.
All nature seemed inclined to rest
But still there was no rest for me.
Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea-bound coast,
Let your mountains dark and dreary be.
For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed,
PWFY- Ch. 2: Ah, Hell No!More Like This
“Damn!” the half naked albino screeched with his ears clogged by the palms of his hands. “What are you trying to do? Call the police here?”
“Fine by me,” Maka exclaimed after catching a lungful of air. “Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my home!?”
“Funny,” the stranger snorted, slowly dropping his sun-kissed hands to his sides, “I should be the one asking you that.”
“Wh-what?” Maka stammered.
“This is my flat,” he stated firmly, “besides how did you get in here?” He turned around to eye the brass door hinge with menacing disdain, muttering, “Damn bolt must’ve broken again.”
“I was given a key.” Maka fumbled for the small gold object from her back pocket. She held the dangling key by a worn rope, spinning in a way that the sunlight’s beam refracted from its embedded digits at one side while the other reflected the indented three fig
PWFY- Ch. 1: A Stable BeginningMore Like This
With her luggage at hand, Maka stood at the airport of LAX with Stein and Marie standing on either sides of their adopted child. After the death of Spirit and Kami, Stein and Marie were obligated to care for Maka until she was legal of age. For the past half decade, Stein and Marie learned that Maka had inherited her mother’s talent and intelligence as well as her father’s boisterous outbursts when pushed at the wrong button. Ultimately, Maka had been a blessing for the couple and had truly enjoyed her company.
“Are you sure about this?” Marie sniffled. Marie hated goodbyes when it came to people she was emotionally attached, child or not, Maka was no exception.
“Yes, Aunt Marie. I’m sure about this,” Maka replied determinedly. “It’s been half a decade since I saw Kid. I’ve been eager to see him.”
“We know,” Stein answered, “you never leave the house without wearing his ring.”
Maka glanced at the
PWFY- Prologue: Even Death, We Are BoundMore Like This
“No! You promised we’d be together forever!” cried a twin pig-tailed sandy haired child. Tears dripped down her cherry colored cheeks as her emerald eyes glared into a pair of gold ones. Despite the betraying tears that escaped the ducts, her eyes remained strong.
The figure before her had shoulder length obsidian hair with white thick lines imprinted on the left side of his hair to mid-back. He had flawless albino skin and intriguing pairs of inherited gold iris that represent his high rank in Death City. The young man wore a soft smile for the young girl while his eyes held similar determination. He stretched his hands towards the child and gently cupped her cheeks. His thumb softly brushed the tears away as he murmured a promise; audible for the two of them to hear.
“Don’t think of this as a goodbye forever, Maka. This is just one of those see you later adages. I’ll be back soon, I promise.”
“B-but you’re going to be the shini
SE: Until Now Ch. 1- Troublesome NewsMore Like This
"Maka!" someone called from behind.
A masculine boy of the age of eighteen with disheveled, frosty, spiky hair, and a pair of intimidating yet playful ruby eyes strode lazily to the table and took a seat behind me. "Lord Death called."
I flipped the bacon over the pan as a sign to continue.
"He needs us to stop by his office; said it was urgent."
I stopped fidgeting with the sizzling strip and glanced at him with a short acknowledging glance. "What did you do this time, Soul?" I sighed disapprovingly.
"Hey," he raised his voice defensively, "don't assume I did something wrong when I don't even know what I did."
"That's exactly it," I stated teasingly, "sometimes I wonder if you ever grew up Soul."
"Of course I did," he grinned with that dangerous, charming trade mark smile of his, "a cool guy like me would never pull immature stunts and get caught."
"Only with Black*Star," I muttered aloud.
"So not cool, Maka," he retorted in an annoyed, even tone.
I snorted as I brought the pan
SE: Until Now Ch. 2- Sinking InMore Like This
I rose up from the ground and decided to begin packing. Professor Stein and I will depart tomorrow evening to our designated posts. With a quick swipe at my drenched face, I dug into the closet and pulled out a week's set of clothing, toiletries, and extra pair of shoes followed by shoving them into my duffel bag.
A while without Soul? I thought aimlessly as I zipped the bag. I never thought it'd come to this.
I turned to my window and saw pictures of us with the gang. Beside it was a picture of Soul and I at the sick bay when I fallen victim to Arachne's paralysis webs. I was making an embarrassed face as Soul spoon fed me the meal. He had a small grin on his lips, as if my uncomfortable state pleased him. I knew he was a sadist.
But still… I'll miss Soul.
With one final glance at the picture, I closed my room and decided to make dinner to make up for what I did. This is, after all, our last dinner together for a while.
I opened the fridge to check if there was an
SE: Until Now Ch. 3- A Surprising SideMore Like This
The ray’s warm beams danced upon my closed eyes, stirring me from a pleasant, relaxing slumber before pausing—something didn’t feel just right. A blanket hugged my shoulders and the couch suddenly felt less springy and more comfortable. When I blinked my eyes open, I found myself back on my bed. I recall falling asleep on the couch, I thought, it must had been Soul who put me back to bed. This trait of Soul’s had always been what I liked best of him because of its rarity and how uncharacteristic it appears to be a part of him.
With a small smile on my lips, I walked into the kitchen to prepare breakfast when I found a note sticking on the counter.
Don’t cook breakfast. We’ll go out and eat.
It surprised that there was this side of Soul as well. He was never the type to plan something out and act on it. Usually he always acted with a passive motivation and turned to me for plans. He’d agree with anything just as long as there&
SE: Until Now Ch. 4- AcceptanceMore Like This
I could still feel Soul’s delicious warmth as we rode away to our apartment in comfortable silence. I went up to get my duffel bag and safely tucked it behind me before heading towards the airport.
Soul parked his bike to the nearest elevator and took my hand in his. We rode the elevator in silence, our hands locked in a frozen state. I stared at our reflection from the sliding doors with great interest. We looked like the ideal pairing of a man and woman rather than a weapon and meister. I’ve never considered Soul as just a weapon nor just that friend. He means a lot to me, but the reason for that entitlement still remains unknown to me, he was just important.
The elevator rang, announcing our arrival in a droning manner before opening the doors into the cool night. We walked out, hands still intact, towards the pedestrian cross walks. I was surprised to see the congested street on this night. It was unusual to see a huge amount of people during a week
Until Now- Epilogue: Love is InsaneMore Like This
Soul woke up with a groan as he prepared himself to his usual morning routine. Since the day Maka left, he was bombarded with lessons after lessons with Maka’s infamous death scythe of a father. Surprisingly, Soul grew to like these lessons with him for he was able to learn some interesting details about being a death scythe. He also learned that he and Spirit were so much alike when it came to battle. He never thought that Spirit would also feel vulnerable without a partner. A bond had formulated between the duo, and Soul actually felt accepted for once; it’s almost like anyone close to Maka had the ability to make him feel welcomed and accepted.
Soul came to enjoy these lessons despite his and Spirit’s constant disputes—he assumes Maka picked this off him—but did serve as a constant reminder of the one person yearned the most.
Blaire had walked in, dressed in her usual short, black dress attire. She wore a big smile on her face as she announced her break
Don't Daydream, IdiotShe liked to stay out in the afternoon sometimes. It was a habit she used to have during the earlier days as a meister—a time before she became one of the legendary Spartoi members, a time where she was just the young dreamer with a big goal.More Like This
Perhaps it was during those times did her new partner ever take real notice of her. For the most part, the young weapon would be seen walking about the school on his own since the birth of their formation. In that one week, Soul knew that Maka was a very independent, young girl. Living aline in an apartment—not to mention keeping her home well-organized and paying rent—were enough to prove that. He didn’t want to get in her way, but sometimes it couldn’t be helped. It was not long before their boisteroius arguments were seeded and flourished from then on. During those times, Soul would leave her to take a walk—he didn’t care of where, just anywhere to keep her away from him for the time being. Sometimes he
Karkat x Reader ~Movie Nights~ Karkat x ReaderMore Like This
You never knew why you liked trolls so much, maybe it was the way they had those cute little horns on their head, or how they had quadrants, or the fact that they had so many different shades of blood.
Eh you didn’t know, and fact you really didn’t care, you knew you liked trolls and you were going to keep it simple, and you knew the more you’d think about it…the more complicated it would get.
Now, you are called (N/H) and you a curious being, you liked weird things, and was often called a freak as a child by some bullies, but you punched them in the face…so yeah…they knew to never call you names again.
Anyways, many didn’t find it weird when you found yourself liking the weird alien creature known as trolls, many actually didn’t care if you did.
But you found yourself liking one troll, a troll that called himself Karkat. Yes, he was a grumpy ass and yes it seemed like he didn’t like you as
Fairy Tale EndingsFairy Tale EndingsMore Like This
Dave x reader
Remember how when you were younger you would hear stories about princesses always getting their prince or true love? The endings were always the same. The princess was happy for the rest of her life as she lived ‘happily ever after.’ I remember being told that fairy tale ending were real.
I woke up from another dream about meeting prince charming. Well I had already meet mine. He had blonde hair, red eyes, and always wore aviator shades. I had known him since we were both 4. He was the infamous Dave Strider. I could always imagine him asking me to be his, whisking me away into the sunset, and we would live ‘happily ever after’. That’s when I heard me phone beep.
Speak of the devil, he just sent me a text. ‘Hey _____ can you meet up with me? It’s really important.’ I sent back a quick yes as my imagination went wild. Maybe he wanted to ask me out, maybe he
Call Me mAYBE (TavrosXReader)You sat at the bar sighing as you take another sip from your drink. Looking over at the dance floor you see your other friends dancing like idiots while their drinks splash on them. The only reason you came along was for the dinner all of you had before hand. There was no way you were going to get drunk or even have an alcoholic drink. You have seen how your friends get and know they need an actually sober driver since none of them can help themselves.More Like This
So what is it you were drinking? Bottled water you had brought with yourself because you didn't trust bar tenders and the guys that were sitting by the bar. You could even catch some of the looking at you like they didn't want to miss the moment you would order some alcohol which would not happen tonight. Taking another exasperated sigh you look directly at your bottle of water as it reflects your own distorted image.
You're not sure how long you had been looking at your bottle but you are on
Fourth time's the charm ((Kankri x Reader))Kankri Vantas was always going on and on about his triggers, including the triggers of others. Many occasions he'd ask yours and you'd bite your tongue, refusing to tell the troll that he was your trigger. He was your trigger for just about everything. Yet, he was still one of your closest friends. Whilst you had a moirail, you had proposed the idea of him being yours. Which, to your dismay, he had declined kindly. As kind as Kankri can possibly be, mind you, which isn't all that kind once you compare it to the kindness of... anyone else. Continuously telling you that he was 'celibate'. You knew the person whom was closest to him was Porrim, almost being at moirail status, but not quite there yet. Kankri refused to have any sort of relationship, pale, ashen, black, or red; it didn't matter. It frustrated you to no end knowing that he would probably never feel the same way back. Besides, wasn't he red for Latula? She was pretty rad, even if you knew it was an act, you wished you could bMore Like This
Yelling from a few rooms away~KankrixReaderMore Like This
~Was it yelling from a few rooms away? ~
Yes, yes it was.
You heard some yelling and decided to go check it out. You armed yourself with a baseball bat and padded your way down the hall. Oh Gog damn it.
That was Kankri’s room. And it sounded like Kankri.
You burst into the room, bat at the ready to find Kanrki trying to get out of an overlarge sweater, but unable as he kept tripping on the sleeves. He was yelling something, but to your ears it sounded like ‘blah blah blah triggers blah blah sweater blah blah ______’. Yeah, you were in for the lecture of your life when he got out of there.
So, you had two choices- you could either go out of his room or leave the house for a while until he calmed down, or you could stay and help him…
Well, you’d just get lectured more later if you didn’t stay to help him now- plus the fact that he was extremely sweet to you most of the time didn’t help (when he wasn’t lecturing you of course). So, you deci
Kankri X Reader ~ Tutor, Please? (Trigger Warning)There you were, once again listening for the lectures of the ranting boy.More Like This
"Despite... Actually..." You could only catch fragments of his sentences. You stepped forward, attempting to maneuver your way through the people, but were thrown back. You landed on your butt.
"Ow..." Soon the warning bell rung, causing the people around you to disperse and more or less trample you.
After long enough, you were able to stand up without being pushed back down. You carefully lifted your things and looked at your watch.
I'll be late!
You were planning on rushing off to your class--you were already failing it at this point--when you heard him sigh and mutter, "no one ever listens to me..."
Maintaining a calm demeanor, you slowly walked towards him.
"I listen," you said simply, before the late bell rung and you ran off, apologizing and mentioning that you were already fail
RM,T,DP Kankri x Reader [Part 4]More Like This
Roommates, Talking, and Drunk People
Kankri x Reader
Sunday, October 19th
New York/ Apartment 510
The total of boxes containing the Vantas’ items came to around thirty. You offered to help Kankri unpack, which he accepted with a smile. You knelt in front of the first bow and pulled at the top, it popped open and you peered inside. Things were neatly packed in, books, a teakettle and a small wooden music box. You pulled out the books and read the title. ‘Gulliver’s travels’ stared back at you and you placed it aside. The next book was a much larger one, you could tell it was Alternian, by the grey figures on the cover and the strange writing at the top. You speculated it was a romance, from the little Alternian you knew how to read.
You picked up the stack of books and walked down the hall to the staircase. You climbed up and were now in the top area of your apartment. You converted this are to a library, fifteen or so bookshelves lined the walls, e
RM,T,DP Kankri x Reader [Part 3]More Like This
Roommates, Talking, and Drunk People
Kankri x Reader
Sunday, October 19th
New York/ Back alley of apartment building 46
Kankri stood in the alley, hunched over picking up a pair of large boxes from the van Karkat loaned from his employer, Dave Strider. It smelled of apple cider, which was better than Kankri was expecting. He gave a large humph as he lifted the boxes and started to make his way to the fire escape of apartment building 46. He started his way up the stairs before he heard a voice behind him. “Need some help?” Startled, he tripped backwards, landing flat assed on the ground. “Oh wow, Kankri, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I actually assumed you heard me walk up.” He shifted his attention to meet you standing there with a guilty smile.
He sighed out a chuckle, “It’s quite alright [Name], and I would just ask that it not happen again, the experience was very… painful.” He groaned out as he tried
Somewhere I Belong (2P F.A.C.E. x Child!Reader)Francis Bonnefoy was badass, the definition and what many thought a badass would be. In fact, he was so powerful, he controlled most of the underworld’s dealings from extortion, blackmail, kidnapping, prostitution, and even drug trafficking. His papa, Gaul, was tough and made him tough. No one dared fuck with his Papa. Francis grew up to be a badass, had an empire of his own, and a wife. However, something changed, something major that he couldn’t take back. He had a son. He didn’t know HOW he got there, he didn’t know WHY, but it didn’t change the fact that he had a son and a single father. He wasn’t kid friendly to begin with. It wasn’t like he didn’t like Matthew; it’s just that he couldn’t be around him for a long time. He ruined the boy’s life. He knew what he had to do. There weren’t many places that he or Gaul hadn’t had groups in. However, there was man who knew whom he knew would be about for him.More Like This
Best Birthday Ever! (2P F.A.C.E. x Reader)By his humble request, Artie was going to have birthday party. He wanted his whole family to come and gave them the Artie guilt trip, into going. Meaning, he gave them each the puppy eyes and threatened he’ll show them his entire collection and carousel of pictures of their lives and his childhood. Needless to say, they all came. He asked Matthew to bring his girlfriend, _________. He liked having her around. Matthew didn’t mind, she actually made this shit tolerable.More Like This
“So…what did you get Artie for his birthday?” she asked.
“No fucking clue,” said Matthew, “I just grabbed the first pink and blue thing I saw and came over to pick you up. I think it’s a tablecloth or something. What did you get?”
“Oh, I found a recipe book of desserts from all over the world. I hope he’ll like it,”
“Thanks for inviting me,”
“Pfft, he was the one who nagged me to bring you,”
Joyeux Anniversaire (2P F.A.C.E. x Reader)Francis sat in his study. He glared at the calendar. His birthday was coming up. He hated birthdays. He didn’t mind getting older without the notions of everything that came with it. No longer relating to anyone, no longer being able to enjoy solitude, no longer being able to join new things without being the older or senior of anything, then again he was jaded. He lived his life and he was actually okay with getting old without people thinking you’re suppose to act a certain way. He sighed and got up. He went towards the mirror. He was still a handsome man, bored as fuck but handsome. Since he couldn’t see Francine, he never thought he would ever be able to even smile again yet here he was, oddly okay with life now. He remembered the days where she could try to make his birthday special, special supper, special cake, special outing, hotter than hot sex and then sleep, that’s all he needed. He smiled at the thought then felt sad again. No one to fuck and no oneMore Like This
Alfred's Girl (2P FACE x Readers)Alfred groggily went downstairs. He didn’t know how fucking tired he was until he came in late last night. He yawned and smelt something delicious. __________ was on the couch drinking coffee and had made him breakfast. He had to admit, he loved having her living here with him. It was better than having some random cunt every week coming by and she actually worries about him. Last night when he got in, he was thrilled to have something to eat and someone play cards with. He had spent the earlier half of the night beating the shit out of, killing, and getting the fuck out of dodge. He was covered in blood and it didn’t seem to bother ________ either way. After that shit with Ivan, he guessed she had an idea what he did every day. He cleaned himself before eating. The last thing he remembered was dozing off on the couch while they watched TV. She must have hauled his carcass to bed. She didn’t notice him coming in. She was obliviously drinking her coffee and watching TVMore Like This
Take Your Child to Work Day (2P!F.A.C.E. x Reader)“Maman! Look!” ____________ looked up. Her little one grinned and brought over a little duckling. He was beaming at her with large (e/c) eyes. She smiled at him. He looked just like his father. It was hard to believe he was growing up so fast. He was a sweetheart with a sweet face and blond hair, even a familiar hair curl. Today was Take Your Kid to work day. First thing that morning, they prepared breakfast together. Then they spent the greater half of the morning being a getaway driver for Francis. Now they were resting at the local pond for a small picnic lunch, “Can we keep it! Please?!”More Like This
“Sorry Niall, his mother is still around and I’m sure she’ll miss him when he’s gone,”
“Aww!” he resigned to put the duckling back into the pond and watch it swim about.
“You can still play with him, you just have to put him back,” he nodded and took the duckling out again and started playing with him. It was hard to beli
You're Worth It [F.A.C.E. X Tenn!Reader] WARNING: There is swearing in here and a mention of violence. There are a few things in here that could trigger some things, please don't read if that is the case.More Like This
"She's so weird." "Do you think she'll kill herself soon?" "Her family is crazy." "They're insane." "She's worthless." "Her parents are gay." "She's ugly."
"The sooner she's gone, the better."
These voices. Those words. Their tone.
It all hurt. Their words stabbed you in your heart, twisting the blade to hurt you more. Everyday it was like this. Someone would tell you to die, others would push you around, and the remaining few just encouraged them. No one gave sympathy. No one showed mercy. And no one acknowledged your pain.
Where does this all lead? It lead's to where you are now, sitting in your room trying to do homework. But to get anything
CanadaxDaughter!Reader BirthdayMore Like This
Beware! Swearing ahead!
In this you have 2-3 names, your full name, what people call you, and a nickname. If your full name and what people call you is the same, thats okay, just go with that.
Ex: Full name: Maxell, name: Max, Nickname: M
Wow, morning already? I dont wanna wake up, so tired. Should not have gone out and been the DD for Francis and his friends. I thought as I was waking up. I look over to the clock and see that the time is already 10 in the morning. Usually I wake up at about 8, wow, I really did sleep in. I hope (nickname) was okay this morning.
(Full name) is my daughter. My fifteen year old daughter. She is a mix between my brother, Alfred, and I. She is quiet and shy, but not as much as me, and loud and obnoxious, but not as much as Alfred. She kind of switches between the two. She has (h/l), (h/c) hair, (e/c), and (s/c). The only resemblance she has to me is having glasses, and a strange hair curl. I j
Noise Makers [Father!Canada x Adopted!Reader]Noise MakersMore Like This
Father!Canada x Adopted!Reader
Looking up at your adoptive father Matthew Williams, with wonder holding his polar bear close to your small body. The small bear snuggling closer to you, watching it's master as well slightly amused as he frantically searching for something.
Knocking over more than a few things in the process, earning a small giggle from you. Turning around allowing you to see teary amethyst colored eyes but a hint of happiness floated around in those eyes despite the pain he's in Matthew's happy to see that (y_n) is smiling and laughing.
Leaving the living room and entering the kitchen (y_n) followed him, sitting at the kitchen table with Kumajirou tottering behind you. A sound of happiness could be heard from the Canadian as he ran towards you.
Holding two boxes of noise makers grabbing your small jacket Matthew helped you into your jacket, boots, and grabbing your scarf and hat from the coffee table in the living room.
Birthday Surprises (F.A.C.E. X Child!Reader)More Like This
(Name)sat in her car seat holding her teddy bear while Francis drove with Arthur sitting in the backseat with (Name). “Where are we going, Artie?” (Name) asked.
“We’re going to go get some fireworks, love,” Arthur said. “We’re going to use them as a surprise for your brothers. Their birthdays are coming up this week, remember?”
“Besides, we should be able to throw a surprise for them since they threw one for us on Father’s Day,” Francis said. “But remember, mon chéri, that you have to keep it a surprise or else it’ll be ruined.”
“I know.” She already learned that from Alfred and Matthew not too long ago. She wouldn’t be able to say anything about it until the surprise was ready.
“And you also can’t play with the fireworks,” Arthur said. “They’re dangerous and you
could get hurt if you don’t use them right.”
(Name) puffed her cheeks out and
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Alfred held (Name) in his lap while Matthew rummaged through a box filled with party decorations. “Remember, (Name), you have to be quiet until Francis and Arthur turn the lights on, okay?” Alfred said.
“Why do I have to be quiet, Alfie?” (Name) asked, pouting with her cheeks puffed out.
“Because it’s their surprise,” Matthew said. “If you make any noise, the surprise could be ruined. You don’t want that to happen, do you?”
“No!” (Name) shook her head as Alfred stood up with her in his arms.
“Then you can stay quiet for just a minute, right?”
“I’ll try.” Alfred put (Name) down in her playpen and gave some toys to her.
“I’ll get you out of here when we’re finished decorating the living room, okay?”
“But I wanna help!” (Name) stood up in her play pen and tried getting out of it before Alfred set her back down.
“It’ll be better if you stay i
The Dream Chasers Part 3At the nearest port town, Tredmin, the Dream Chaser docked. In Tredmin, Catherine had some contacts that could give her some info on possible clients. In the meantime, the rest of the crew could clean up the ship.More Like This
"Clean up the lower decks. I'll be back," Catherine told Feist.
"No, I'm coming with you." Feist snapped, as he grabbed her shoulder.
"Why? Because you think I'll get attacked by some ghost pirates?" Catherine laughed, taking Feist's hand off her shoulder.
"No! I just, I just don't want anything bad to happen without you."
"So, in other words, your going to miss me?"
Feist blushed a little, turning his head away.
"I'll be fine," Catherine reassured.
She started walking away, when Feist stopped her.
"Take my sword, your better with two anyway."
Catherine took the sheathed sword and attached it to her belt.
"Thank you," Catherine said, trying her best not to look at Feist's face.
Catherine's contact was in the tavern called, The Bee's Barb. As she walked in, she could hear the
Feeling Strange~ Sabo x ReaderMore Like This
You fall against the wall, panting with exhaustion. It wasn't uncommon for a fifteen year old girl to be found in a bloody alleyway. Not on this island. You tear off the dirty bandages over your right eye, tossing it away. You scan over the bodies around you with your good eye, they all looked as poor as you. "Fools," You murmur. After a few moments, you run the back of your hand over your bloody eye. You frown at the fresh blood that came off. You needed clean bandages soon. Letting out a heavy breath, you get to your feet, grabbing your long hooks before peering into the street warily. No movement. Your eye narrows in suspicion, you had expected the scavengers to come out after everything went quiet. Glancing back at the bodies, you ready your hooks and start out. You stay close to the the buildings, keeping a wary eye on the doors. Movement catches your ear and you swiftly cut into another alley.
Amnesia (Maxie X Reader)It was over. It had all been over. Team Magma and Team Aqua had both disbanded after two kids had captured Kyogre and Groudon: The Pokemon each organization was after. Maxie wanted more land. Archie wanted more sea. In the end, it was all for nothing. Their goals shattered by two kids right out of Littleroot Town. For Maxie, this crushed his heart again, as he fell over and was swept away by the currents in the sea.More Like This
He remembered it like it happened yesterday. There he was, standing in front of a longtime childhood friend. The girl that made him smile. The girl that made him laugh. The girl that did everything for him. The girl he loved. There she was. She just stood there in front of him, as he shook and stuttered over his words.
"I- I- I h-have s-s-something to s-say to y-you..." he managed to get out as he trembled.
"Maxie? What is it? Are you sick? Are you cold? You're shaking an awful lot..." she worried.
He took a deep breath and sighed heavily. He grabbed both
2p!ItalyXReader-ProtectiveMore Like This
"Hold still." You commanded, holding your boyfriend's arm with one hand and cleaning the wound on it with the other.
Luciano hissed when the cleaning rag hit his arm, trying to pull his arm away. "That hurts!"
"It's going to hurt a lot more when I smack you if you don't sit still." You snapped, tightening your grip on his arm. He huffed and kept still, wincing every time you touched his arm.
You see, your boyfriend had a tendency to get into fights, usually for stupid reasons, and usually with two of his friends, Kuro and Lutz. They also got quite carried away sometimes, and that usually resulted in one of them getting hurt. This time, however, the fight Luciano had gotten into had been with a guy named Allen, who was pretty tough. Luciano had come out of the fight with a black eye, a swollen cheek, a twisted ankle, a fractured wrist, and a knife wound on his right arm. Needless to say, he'd lost.
"What exactly did you do
Btt x shy!reader : new girl 1I do not own hetalia or you~More Like This
I stood looking at myself if a full body mirror. I was wearing black shorts, a (f/c) tank top and a grey cardigan. I had just put the finishing touches my small amount of makeup. I looked at myself sadly in the mirror.
I was to attend hetalia academy this year and needless to say...I was terrified. I was not much of a person to defend myself or reach out to talk to people. My two best friends had moved away and now I had...nobody. After they had left I became very depressed...and started cutting to ease the pain and my mind. The last thing I wanted was for someone at this new school to see my cuts and hate me. "(Name)! Are you ready to go?" I heard my mom yell from downstairs. The academy was holding a picnic barbecue type thing before school actually started the next day. "Y-yes!" I shouted back before slipping on my (f/c) vans and running to get into the car.
The school was not far away from my house and we got there quickly. I glanced a
Time Alone (Uta x Fem!Ghoul!Reader) ontshotMore Like This
When I wasn't at the studio, on my days off, I generally spent most of my time alone. I never liked it though. It was always very quiet in my apartment, besides the low hum of the AC during the day. This happened to be one of the days where I wasn't hungry but Uta was, meaning I was alone in my small apartment with nothing to do. I could watch TV, but nothing was ever interesting on there. I could draw something, but I don't feel like drawing. I could go to Anteiku and get some coffee, but Nishiki works there and I despise him.
It was rather dull without the mask maker around to talk to, even if he never seemed to talk much. But I missed Uta on days like this. Whenever I was alone my mind would always seem to wander and end up thinking about him. I always found it funny how he looks so intimidating but really he's just a big dork, and I liked that about him. I ended up drifting off into a daydream as I reminisced on the moments we've had together.
Kisame X Reader - Haircut“________. It’s...” Honestly Kisame can’t find the words to describe it. He wants to go out and brutally murder the one who did this to you, but even he has to admit that might be overreacting a little. Still, he’d rushed straight to you when he found out what had happened.More Like This
“It’s just a haircut Kisame.” You laugh a little at the shark-man’s loss for words. “... Don’t you like it?” You ask afterwards when he still appears to be rendered speechless.
“No-I mean yes.” He quickly clarifies. There’s an awkward silence between the two of you, then Kisame leaves the room.
It really isn’t that Kisame doesn’t like your new haircut. It’s just a big thing for the guy to get used to. He’s always liked long hair. Sure it might not suit him, but it looks good on his partner Itachi and it used to look amazing on you... not that you don’t look amazing without it.
Don't Be Shy, My Doll - Uta x ReaderMore Like This
A very petite looking girl walked down the streets of the 4th Ward. The streetlights reflected with in her (E/C) orbs beautifully and gave them an extra shimmer. Ah, the streetlights, she loved them. They gave a sense of security with their brightness compared to the surrounding darkness. Thankfully, the HySy ArtMask Studio what by one of those said comforting streetlights. Her heels tapped against the concrete as she walk along the sidewalk and into the shop. Masks filled the room and the walls left, right and all around. However, there was not a single sight of the owner. "Excuse me..." She shyly spoke. "Is anyone here?" Her voice could be easily heard in the silence of the shop. Though, there was no answer. Stepping deeper in the shop, there was still no Uta to be found. Puffing up her cheeks, she turned around slightly frustrated. As she was turning, she saw Uta right in front of her. "Boo." He spoke with an expressionless tone and face. However, that was enough to spook her and ma
2p!Italy x Reader - Save Me From This HellLuciano did it again. He returned to his old habits he promised his best friend he would never do again. He murdered an innocent man for no reason. But he just can't satisfy his hunger for blood anymore. Nothing can save him anymore. Maybe he should admit of his lapses to his best friend now.More Like This
That best friend we are talking about is you. You are in the table lazily eating your breakfast. Aside from having no appetite, you are still sleepy from your late night texting with Luciano. Despite the bad consequences, you just love texting with him especially since he rarely come over your house and you are too shy to come over his house. You find it ridiculous but being with other people aside from Luciano unsettles you.
Lately though, Luciano was avoiding you and reserves in texts, calls and e-mails for communication. You suspect something is up. It was confirmed when a series of murders is on the internet. Without much thinking you know it was Luciano. You brought out your phone diale
Itachi x reader - OneShotMore Like This
Sitting in the comfortable silence of the small hotel balcony that overlooked a large range of Sakura trees, you ran your hands through your silky (h/c) hair, sighing as the summer's breath past by your body. You were away from the Akatsuki for a couple of days dealing with some merchants who didn't follow your Leader's advice and keep quiet about their trade with them. You had come here with the only person you could ever tolerate: Itachi Uchiha, who had already dealt with the convey on the first night, giving you three days to yourselves to relax without the S-Rank criminal company. Of course not including yourselves. Both you and Itachi shared a similar past when it came to the destruction of your clans, but unfortunately for you, you had been forced to watch your brother to kill all of them then kill himself to protect you. Itachi obviously was the brother who killed his clan, and somehow you both seemed to bond. You could easily sit in comfortable silences with each other, read in
A Matter of Trust (Vampire!Itachi x Reader)More Like This
A few nights before Itachi murdered his clan, he had visited you. The visit broke your heart, your life nearly going with it. You were unbelievably close to Itachi, that the idea of him doing what he did made you feel sick. You remember him being upset, so you were trying to console him, but no matter what you said he remained stoic, almost in regret. After a few minutes, you only remember a searing pain across your heart and blackness. You had woke a few hours later in your bed to find your front door open with the rain pouring in and Itachi gone. Your chest was bandaged and there was a deep cut across the area where your heart was. You were shocked. What was Itachi doing? More importantly, why was he acting like this? The next morning, you found out about Shisui's murder. The night of the massacre when you nearly lost your life once more, you discovered Itachi had done it.
He had the Mangekyo.
You figured that you were the first attempt for it.
It had been a while since the news of t
PrussiaXReader - Forgot How to Care 2More Like This
The next morning you woke up early. You looked at your clock on your night stand. It said 6:30. You sighed. Why did your body insist on waking you up so early in the morning? You rubbed your eyes and got out of bed, standing up. You walked to your dresser after double checking you blinds were closed. You didn’t want Gilbert to be watching you get changed, even if you weren’t entirely sure he was awake.
After you got changed you decided it was okay to open the shades. And guess what the first thing you saw as. Yup, Gilbert's head leaning out the window with a smirk on his face. He was shirtless and wearing, from what you could see, lounge pants with the Prussian flag printed on it. His ruby eyes were half closed. You glared at him, opening the window.
"Guten morgen, (name)." He said, still smirking.
"Sorry, I don’t speak German." You said. It wasn’t entirely true since the language you took in school as German because you wanted to be able to speak to your grandm
Capturing the Flag with Hetalia! ~ Italy"Stop!'" Alfred yelled, frustration boiling out of his ears. You carrying out the Allies flag marked the third consecutive game that America had lost, and he was clearly not happy. "Ok, team change! I want (Name) on our side now."More Like This
Ludwig frowned. "But zhat would mean zhere vould be twice as many people on your team."
"We would still be able to beat them, aru." Yao grinned.
"Well prove it!" And with that Alfred dragged you away towards the Ally side.
The air horn sounded again-Alfred had put you in charge of the patrolling the area. Not the most exciting job, but maybe you could send some trespasser to jail, which would be super fun and satisfying! You decided to start your job-the sun streamed over the top of your head, warming your face as you trailed trough the forest. A fair chattering reached your ears. You perked up, tiptoeing around a bush in the hopes that you would sneak up on some Ally who was loitering around your turf. Peering around a tree you spotted a brownish r
EnglandxReaderxFrance Gimme a breakEnglandxReaderxFranceMore Like This
Gimme a break!
You were late for work. You glanced at your watch again, as if it would tell you the opposite. It didn't. You broke into a slow jog, trying to keep hold on the stack of papers in your arms.
Rushing around the corner, you let out a yelp as you hit someone. The person let out a curse, stumbling back a few steps.
"Sorry!!Sorry!!" You looked up, face bright red with embarrassment. The man looked at you, then grinned. He wore a fancy looking suit and a top hat was perched at a rakish angle on his head. He was also holding a cane.
"No problem love."
You nodded and stepped around him, hurrying towards work. Your boss was going to kill you.
Arthur watched as the woman hurried away, her arms wrapped tightly around the large stack of paper. Her heels clicked against the pavement. He watched as a small piece of paper fluttered to the ground, unnoticed by her retreating figure.
As it blew down the
ItalyxReader - PerfectionistMore Like This
((Small amount of swearing because Romanos in it, but other than that, its all good Enjoy! ))
Feli, you home? you call, ringing the doorbell with a sigh.
Still not answering, huh? Well, you cant leave him in there forever. Ludwig and Kiku both said they hadnt heard anything from him for a week which annoyed Ludwig because he was missing his training - and, as far as you knew, he hadnt left his house, either - you had called Lovino to ask, but that went just as well as him spending time with Ludwig. Hes nearly always grumpy when he speaks to you. Sometimes with his personality you can hardly tell hes Felicianos brother.
You ring the bell again and when there still isnt an answer, you choose to let yourself in, deciding that you had given him enough of an opportunity to open the door. Your boyfriend had given you a spare key to his place, so getting in isnt the hard part.
England X France's Sister!Reader- Alright"A-Are you sure about zis?" You asked nervously as you clung to your older brother's arm.More Like This
Francis gave you a reassuring smile and nodded, "Of course I'm sure chéri, I zhink it is time for you to meet everyone." He gave you a sweet kiss on the top of your head as you both walked up to a rather nice looking office building.
You're older brother is none other than the personification of France. He had soft blonde hair, striking blue eyes and skin as smooth as a newborn baby while you were [eye color]-eyed, with beautiful [hair color] hair and matching soft [skin color/tone] skin. And you were the personification of Paris, the city of love. Just like the city, you were gorgeous, unique and unlike any other. For these reasons, Francis was, and still is, highly protective of you. This being the very first time he let you accompany him to one of the world meetings.
With a small smile gracing your lips, you let Francis open the door and lead you throughout the building t
Prince!France X Princess!Reader- Let Me Show You "Remember to stand tall, chin up, shoulders back."More Like This
"Also, remember to be polite! Manners!
"Yes, I know mother."
"And of course, please smile." Your mother turned to you as you both stopped in front of the door that led to the throne room.
A smile tugged at your lips as your mother rambled on about other lady-like things that you should remember to do and what not, it really warmed your heart about how much she was excited.
"Now [Name]," You turned from the door to look at the older woman, "You know this isn't the way I wanted it to be, but it's-"
"What father's wants, I know mother." You gave her a smile, letting her know that you were all right with the situation, "I want to please father, and if this is what he wishes, so be it."
The queen smiled at you, wrapping her arms around you in a hug, which you returned, "But," She started a
Teacher!England X TroubleMaker!Reader- Die Young"I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drumsMore Like This
Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone
So while you're here in my arms
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young"
"[Name]," Mr. Kirkland said with a sigh, to which you only looked up at him innocently, "If you are sent to the principle's office one more time, you're bound to get expelled, or worse, sent to Juvenal hall. Is that really something you want?"
It was a Friday, and you were sitting in Mr. Arthur Kirkland's classroom for detention. It may or may not have been your fifth visit to his classroom for detention, because if they sent you to anyone else's classroom, you would create some sort of ruckus. That's when they learned you would ONLY go to his classroom.
You simply shrugged, kicking your feet up on the desk chair beside the one you sat in, "Maybe people would actually understand me, like you do!" you cheered with a laugh.
"We're gonna die young