Most girls have had dreams of being a princess at some point or another in their life. Even you had such fantasies when you were a child growing up, of course, it never came to be and the thought of being one ebbed away as time passed by. But now things were very different as you actually had the chance to become a princess at your fingertips. How was such a thing possible when you were just some plain young woman who had no ties to royalty? Well, it simple really because you had an Indian prince who was head over heels infatuated with you ever since he had first met you at the Phantomhive manor that you frequented very often. It was nice to have friends in high places but you never expected to have a foreign prince fall in love with you from merely first meeting alone. Most girls would jump immediately on the bandwagon of having a handsome Indian prin
Drocell Keinz/Reader one-shot - Master of Mine
So this was it. You peered up at the old painted wooden sign of the shop that held a vast collection of various dolls inside. You didn't know anything about the old run down shop except the fact that you now held the keys to it. Your parents had been the one buy the quaint little shop for your birthday. They knew how much you loved dolls and decided it would be a good idea to buy you your own doll house. This wasn't exactly what you were expecting and quite frankly it wasn't exactly something you even wanted. Your parents just happened to be very wealthy people who have more money than they knew what to do with. Buying you a store filled with antique dolls was the best they could come up with for a birthday present. 'They could have just bought me a doll, not an entire store filled with them.' You think to yourself as you shake your head and walk over towards the entrance's door.
"[Name]...!" The voice persisted, a little edge to his voice. You mumbled, "GoawayI'mhavingareallynicetime..."
and then curled up even further. "Schatz, you leave me no choice." The voice was at a monotone now, and suddenly the warmth was stolen away from you in a heartbeat. You sat straight up, your [eye color] eyes widened in shock when you saw that Ludwig was holding your pile of quilts and blankets that were providing your warmth. "Geezus, Ludwig! You could've just let me sleep a little more!" You put your knees up to your head and shivered, glaring up at the tall German; your expressio
You arrived at your place of employment with a slight grimace. The bar was already stocked with men and women of varying appearances, but they all shared one similarity.
They were all drunk.
With a slight huff, you began wiping down the bar and cleaning up the enormous amount of extraneous empty glasses. The strong bitter stench of alcohol was almost intolerable as a few customers passed by you. It wasn't long before you had to refuse to serve a couple of them.
Another bar tender arrived with an apologetic smile before she dove right into cleaning and serving. The crowd began to grow loud and a bit rambunctious. They were singing a few drinking songs off key and not quite in sync. The bar tender and you giggled as some men tried to dance with each other resulting in them falling over and laughing themselves.
Everyone was enjoying themselves until a glass shattered against the hard, dark stained wooden floor and a man fell after it. The noise was unhindered until the
(Vanellope Von Schweetz - Vanello Von Schweetz)
I've been looking for a driver who is qualified
So if you think that you're the one, step into my ride
I'm a fine cool supersonics speed machine
Got a sunroof top and a gangster lead
So if you feel it let me know, know, know
Come on now what you're waiting for, for, for
My engine's ready to explode, explode, explode
So start me up and watch me go, go, go~!
You were one of Sugar Rush's many characters, your name was (Y/n) (L/n) and you were a racer. You drove your special (favorite candy) race kart through the race track that would eventually lead to the finish line. Your smirked confidently to yourself and slide your kart passed a turn and drifted until you slammed onto the gas pedal and sped forwards. You w
Chapter One: Origins of an Unlikely Llama...
Far, far away, on a planet, many extra-lite years from here, a young llama like creature gruesomely murdered his parents in a dark alleyway, one night after a visit to the theatre. Opera just wasn’t his thing. For this heinous crime, he was forever banished to the butthole of the universe, and forced to slum it on a backwater blue planet called Earth. Also his home planet blew up, and everyone died.
Shortly upon arriving on Earth he was bitten by a radioactive gibbon, and from that day forth he would be known far and wide, as the llama with a bad rash on his left leg. While being treated for his injury, he was accidentally given a bad batch of green blood belonging to a shirtless roid-raging physicist. Disgusted with the service he was getting, the llama stormed out, but before he could even make it past the car park, a passing truck deliberately dumped a vat of toxic waste all over
You hated feeling this way you had never felt so achy in your chest in your life. It was for a good reason though .
In three days there was going to be a big party where all the countries would be. Each person was supposed to bring a partner along and almost everyone had a partner at this point .except for you.
You couldn't exactly complain about the whole "being asked" thing. You had been asked out by Lithuania, Poland, France, China, and Russia .and you had rejected them all. Why? It was simple. You wanted to be asked by a specific person the one you had feelings for the one you had been friends with since before you could even remember
"Such a pretty day " you said in your
You smiled softly as you watched the scene before you; the Axis powers training. But you weren't watching Germany or Italy. Sure they were your friends but honestly you didn't care about them right now. No .you were watching your friend Japan.
You had been friends with Japan for a long time now and in all honesty, you had fallen for him. You had pretty much fallen in love with him from day one. Those beautiful brown eyes and his silky black hair and perfect skin and his absolutely adorable accent everything about him made your heart pound.
There was only one thing that bothered you though. The day you met Japan, you tried to hug him. You were absolutely unaware that he felt very uncomfortable with that sort of thing. His face had filled with panic and he hadn't even let you touch him.
It had been a whole year of you two being friends and you still hadn'
~ Warning: Contains a very mild sexual situation ~
It has been three months since your negotiation with Shizuo... Three whole months since the last time you read manga or watched anime. Luckily, Erika took the extra effort to keep you updated on every manga chapter and every anime episode that you had been interested in.
Even though you were unable to partake in your favorite hobby, you were actually quite content with your new arrangements. Shizuo had been in a better mood lately... at least when Izaya didn't show up to fuel his anger.
You two were spending more time together, like a couple should.
Simple things like going for walks around town, visiting Celty and Shinra more, stopping by Russia Sushi occasionally for lunch, and having movie night at home on weekends were activities that you enjoyed doing with Shizuo. Especially since it was bringing
"None of your damned business!" he shouted, folding his arms.
You frowned. You had been friends with Romano since well forever! But there were times where he was a royal pain in the ass, like right now.
"Lovino, give me a break. You know you can talk to me about anything; right?" you said, putting a hand on his shoulder, which he shrugged off stubbornly.
Your frown deepened and your eyes saddened a bit as well. There was no telling how long you had continued to assure him that he could talk to you about anything, but he never really opened up. There were times when he would lean against your shoulder or sit a little closer to you and give off a sort of emotion but he never really came out with it.
"You've been acting weird for like three weeks now and it's getting worse. I'm really worried about you." You continued.
"Well stop worrying already!" he growled.
Ok, now y
But just this one time she wanted her wish to be granted tonight. She didn't know if it was to much to ask, being that she was a pirate and all. But if just once she could sleep within his warm embrace, she'd become the happiest woman in the entire world. No matter the time or place.
The world was a beautiful place, perhaps it was only beautiful because every day she saw the bright smile of her captain. He was always there to cheer her up, and he was the silliest of the entire crew.
But she didn't mind his silliness, after all, she'd only ever have her eyes on him. He was captivating, beautiful. He was so wonderful. He had saved her, had given her so much to live for.
Monkey D Luffy, the obect of her affection. She'd never regret meeting him, no matter what.
"Bah, yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" You replied, rolling your eyes. You sighed, and puffed out a breath of heated air. Obviously you were running a fever, your cheeks incredibly heated, flushed with a pink tint; your hair was out of its usual ponytail and askew, while you were just too tired to move at all. Your arms were sore, your legs were sore and most of all whenever you tried to stand up a wave of the chills would cause you to fall back on the sofa again, weak and limp.
"[Name]," Ludwig persisted, folding his arms as he put his green uniform jacket over his shoulders, "You obviously aren't. I'll go get some of that medicine from the pharmacy nearby-"
"NO!" You shouted, using the last of your energy. You fell back on your mountain of pillows again and pulled the quilt throw over yourself. "I don't wanna
No, it was the tall and lanky form standing high almost towering over her, looking down at her with piercing amber eyes that seem to gaze right into the very fabric of her being. It made her feel vulnerable, it made her feel insecure. As if all her secrets where lying openly in front of his intelligent and intimidating gaze.
She glanced to the side, unable to hold his harsh gaze much longer without feeling like she was going to cry. She could practically feel her heart racing inside the cage of her chest, as if it where desperate to leave her body so it to could avoid the powerful gaze of the Hawkeye Mihawk.
She swallowed her fear, gently coaxing herself to turn her gaze back to the man. Upon doing so, (Y/n) noticed that this time instead of silently determining how to destr