No Bones, No Glory - SansxReader - Chapter 9This chapter has songs included that if you really want the experience you can listen to them when directed in the story in the background
Wiping your lips gently with a napkin, brushing a few crumbs from your lap, you look around the area. You notice that everyone has just about finished eating and are just chattering away with one another.
Meghan has left the table and gone to the small bar off to the side by a tree to grab something to drink for the two of you.
You look over towards the wedding party and see the happy couple with the skeleton brothers on opposite sides. Papyrus is chattering away with Undyne and Alphys, more like Alphys is being her normal nervous self and listening attentively.
You glance over at Sans, trying not to seem so obvious.
Too bad he was looking over at you with one eye in a wink as he held a ketchup bottle up to his teeth. You looked at the bottle and blushed deeply.
EnglandxReader: You Are My RainWarnings: Minor angst and fluff! And character death...
When you first smiled at him, your presence caressed his body like a gentle mist. Your (hair colour) hair and bright (eye colour) eyes shone like a beacon to his soul. At that time, Arthur had never felt so entranced by a single person before and had soon become enraptured by you. You were a human, with a fleeting and short life, but he couldn't stop himself. He asked you out, stuttering and nervous, and you graced him with a yes. The first date was horrible, with the rain ruining your makeup and the food burnt and disgusting, but at the end of the night, you brushed your lips against his cheek like the soft and gentle mist it had become outside.
You spent the next two months meeting up with him, always happy to see him. You were kind and easily accepted the fact that he was a busy man. He began to fall in love with your gentle side.
The first time you slept over at his house, you were awkward and constantly trying not to o
Hetalia x Reader: Pet Peeves (Intro) (HIATUS)
We all love adorable little critters, don't we? After all, who wouldn't appreciate a kitten curled up on their laps, a puppy greeting you ever exuberantly or a bunny to snuggle with?
Let's take it a tad bit further and make things more exotic. How would you like to cuddle with a polar bear cub, tease a noisy puffin or have a koala cling on to your arm? Hey, hold on, are any of these pets actually legal?
Of course, living with a pet means an extra little creature in the house that may or may not accidentally ruin a romantic moment or two between you and your partner. That’s not necessarily a bad thing - perhaps they can spice up the relationship by adding some jealousy to the mix. They could play the supportive matchmaker or be the spiteful and possessive egoist hogging their owner to themselves. Despite the occasional slip-ups and interruptions, though, you would still love your favourite critters all the same, wouldn’t you?
Never will a dull moment come to pass whenever th
Sans X Reader - 50 First Puns CH.10 FinaleChapter 10 - Recorded in History
Sunlight streaked through your window, as the sounds of birds twittering outside filled your eyes. You felt soft sheets of blankets wrapped around you and slowly sat up. That’s when your eyes widened. This wasn’t your bed. Heck, this wasn’t even your room.
You shot out of your bed, almost tripping and landing on your face. You began to head to the door to make a mad rush out of this foreign house, when a note on the door caught your attention.
It was addressed to you.
You tore the note off and read it.
If you’re reading this, good morning! This is you from yesterday. That probably sounds weird, but bear with me, there’s more ferocious beasts you could be facing (Sans made me write that, get payback on him later). I know you must be scared and confused, but there’s a good explanation about that. But it’s long, so Sans made it into a video for you. The laptop should be on the dresser.
Have a good day,
Hetalia x Reader The War Journals
Ok, You are a country in this one. This is going to be angst,angst,and more angst. But it will have a happy end, so, no worries! And just to let you know, he italic text is the journals. Those for the weak hearted, grab some tissues. To cry, then cry happy tears. If you don't like reading about the Holocaust, turn back now. This is dedicated to :iconKitteh19: for making the image cover of Her and Me! Thanks lovely!
Rolling up her sleeves, the maid huffed as she cleaned the dirty tables of the world conference room. Picking up Vodka bottles, McDonald wrappers, cigarette stubs, and discarded notes. The maid's name tag gleamed. Monica, it read.
Monica picked up the empty tea tray, and walked towards the other end of the table. When Monica turned, she bumped into the edge of the table where (C/n) sat. She hissed in pain, and dropped the tray.
Cursing, she tucked a piece of dark brown hair behind her hair and bent down to grab the tray. The tray has landed on top of something. Rais
To Sail the High Seas: England x Reader ch47Chapter 47
Arthur paced back and forth anxiously, the old wooden boards groaning slightly with each agitated step. He’d promised to trust you, but trust wasn’t something that came easily to men like him, especially not when concerning someone like Carriedo.
The atmosphere in the cavern had been uncomfortable to say the least. Spaniards had eyed Englishmen with malice and the Brits had returned the favour tenfold. The crewmen who’d stood around the edge however, had been the least of the blond Captain’s worries; it was the group surrounding him in the middle of the grotto that had been his primary concern. A trigger-happy Spaniard, a sharp-tongued Italian, a rowdy Scotsman, a fierce twelve year old, and a woman who was as impulsive as she was beautiful, had all stood before him.
Thinking about it now, it sounded like the start to a particularly longwinded joke, but not one that Arthur was eager to hear the end of.
When he’d voiced that standing aroun