Dragon!ScotlandXReader: Imitating Fairy Tales VIIYou were paralyzed, the screams of people making your ears ring. People were running away, and you stood there, completely stiff. You watched Arthur's knights fight valiantly, but it was all in vain, because the dragon, your dragon, was winning this battle. You clenched your fist tightly, your knees shaking as you stared wide-eyed at the beast. Your mouth had gone dry, and you felt your world crash from around you, people, begging, pleading for the dragon to spare them. He wasn't listening, but, just maybe... he would listen to you. You "No... No stop! You're hurting them!" Your voice was lost in the destruction. You took a slow step forward.More Like This
"_______! Ya have to get inside! It's not safe!" Sophie grasped your wrist, pulling you in the direction of the castle. Her eyes were frantic as she tried with all of her strength to pull you with her. Your feet were planted firmly on the ground, your gaze focused on the monster.
"No, wait!" You pushed her away. "Only I can st
England X Reader: Part ThreeAn Englishman's Home Is His CastleMore Like This
Roses: fragile and docile petals, caressed by cruel, inescapable and unrelenting Thorns. The Thorns are harsh, their embrace on the soft flower almost unforgiving, unmerciful, and despicably necessary. Unbound, the Rose would be defenseless, subjugated to the twisted and unforgiving world outside. It was a delicate balance, the equilibrium between Chaos and Peace sometimes reaching the point at which it would shatter.
The Rose needs the Thorn and the Thorn lives solely for the Rose.
With all of the respect she possessed, (Y/n) would have to tell him that his garden was almost overly eccentric and obscene. Rose vines littered his home, the aroma a tantalizing scent that somehow was a comfort to her. His walkway was framed by several tall oaks, their shadows creeping in the early morning light. It was a beautiful morning, the chill of a mist tracing her legs beneath her dress, though the warmth of t
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“Ah! [Name]-senpai! You're here!” Ren exclaimed as he grinned towards the older female. Ran, whom was beside him smiled at her as she dragged the girl down inside, making [Name] surprise at the young child's sudden approach to her.
“Mako-nii is't here yet.. So you'll just just have to wait!” Ran said as she dragged her down towards Makoto's room. [Name]'s protests were ignored, as Ran continued to drag you, Ren following behind her.
As they finally all finally arrived at Makoto's bedroom door, Ran creaked the door open as she signaled for you to go inside. “Y-You want.. me to go inside.. his room?” Ran only nodded her head as an answer.
Sighing, [Name] hesitantly went inside the room. “What n-” But before [Name] could finish her sentence the two children were already gone. The girl let out a small chuckle. 'Those sneaky kids..' she thought.
She looked around the room for a moment, admiring the design. Yes, it was a bit messy, but i
Too shyOh god, look; He's online.More Like This
Your heart lets off a harsh thud before going into a more... pleasant -if I may use that word- hyperdrive.
What should you do? Do you message him? Wait for him to talk to you first? What if he doesn't? You don't wanna seem desperate, but in all honesty, you are...
Just as you're about to cave, he beats you to punch. Your heart leaps with joy. He initiated the conversation! That must mean he likes you... Or at the very least, likes talking to you. You regain your composure as you type what you think is a witty response.
A conversation sparks, and the two of you talk for hours; though to you it feels like just minutes. He actually tells you he has to go rather than just logging off and you two are able to say a proper goodbye.
While you’re happy for that, another fact weighs heavy on your mind…
You still hadn’t told him how you felt.
It would’ve been a perfect opportunity; you were getting along just fine, and the mood seemed right. All
RegretRegret.More Like This
It seems to be a bit of a big factor in my life right now, both in my own personal life and the life of those close to me.
In fact, it seems a factor in everyone’s lives. It’s almost like, a rite of passage. A test to prove you’re alive.
I’ve definitely had my share of regretful moments (in fact, I’d argue I’ve had more than my fair share). They knock me down a peg, which is good, because I get the feeling if I had much self- worth I would be a bitch . My most humbling experiences come from my love life, however.
Now, before you go thinking this is just another piece of teenage angst where I talk about how poorly I was treated or how poorly I treated my significant others… well it’s not. Truth is we’re both to blame in all cases. They were selfish jerks who were insensitive to my lack of experience in the dating area (and two of them didn’t have much experience themselves), and I suffered from a