Lost In The Dark: PrologueHave you ever had something so earth shattering happen, that it somehow single handedly changed your entire point of view? I have. And it was that single occurrence that cost me the one person that meant everything to me before I even knew how much she had meant.Lost In The Dark: Prologue by NeoWingClassic
My best friend, [F/N] Bronte, had been on a trip along with her parents for the past two weeks and I was uncharacteristically chipper to learn that she would be headed home that night. It would be far too late for me to go see her by the time she had gotten back home, but it was still good to know she would soon be back to break the depressing atmosphere that had settled when she left.
"Hey, Emil, do you think we could go ice skating tomorrow? It would be fun to finally get to hang out again, besides I missed the snow." I still remember her giddy whispers as she tried hard not to let her parents hear her on the phone so late at night, and how just thinking about her warm smile had brought a small smile
Norway x Child!Reader: I love youLighthearted giggles and the creaking of the old swing set resounded through the nearly empty park. The small girl perched on the swing smiled brightly as her father pushed her lightly back and forth.Norway x Child!Reader: I love you by NeoWingClassic
"Far?" The five year old asked, her bright [e/c] eyes trained on the leaves fluttering through the wind.
"Hmm?" Her stoic father hummed as he looked on at her with his navy blue eyes.
"I think it's time to go home." [Name] mumbled, doing her best to stifle a yawn.
"Alright, then let's go." The blond said sternly as he plucked his daughter up from her spot on the swing set.
The young girl buried her head in her father's coat as she began nodding off. "Jeg elsker deg, far" She muttered before falling asleep.
"Jeg elsker deg også, [Name]." Lukas whispered, a small smile creeping onto his face as he brushed a few [h/c] locks from her eyes.
Mama!Fem!France x Child!Reader: Christmas Day "Mère, Wake up! Père Noël visited last night!" Françoise was pulled from her sleep by a sudden pressure on her lower back.Mama!Fem!France x Child!Reader: Christmas Day by NeoWingClassic
"Mon Dieu, (Name)! I'm up! I'm up!" The five year old giggled as her mother lifted off of the bed and set her down.
"Are we going to open gifts now, maman?" (Name) asked excitedly as she scooped up the fluffy white cat in her arms.
"(Name), it's still very early and Matthieu hasn't even woken up yet. We can't let your frérot miss out on his very first Noël." The little girl gave a sigh and pouted slightly.
"No, I guess not." Her (h/c) hair bouncing behind her as she skipped over to the couch, causing Françoise to smile.
"How about I go make us some breakfast?" She asked as (Name) nodded happily in agreement.
Françoise kissed her forehead and walked into the kitchen to begin cooking.
"Breakfast is ready." She announced in a singsong voice, as she walked into the living room. She melted at the sight of (Name) and Matthieu cuddled up tog
Independence "Ecuador, this is nonsense! You can't possibly think you'll be able to take care of yourself!" Spain spoke as he extended his hand slowly. "Come back home with me, I can take care of you." Ecuador swatted his hand away, drew her flintlock pistol, and pointed it at his chest.Independence by NeoWingClassic
"How dare you! All you do anymore is hurt me!" She cocked her gun as she spoke bitterly. "I will not stand for it any longer. I will have my independence, one way or another!" Hot tears pricked at her amber eyes as she pressed her gun forcefully to his chest.
Spain looked at her tear stained face and her tattered military uniform and dropped to his knees. He looked up to her with a sorrowful expression, tears dripping from his emerald green eyes.
"Hermana. I'm so sorry." He inhaled sharply as his sobbing became too hard to fight. "Take your independence, I just can't handle seeing you hurt anymore!" His shoulders trembled as he spoke.
Ecuador turned away from him trying to hold herself together "It'
For King and Country Ch.1 (England x Reader)Ok, just a little A/N before starting,For King and Country Ch.1 (England x Reader) by Nizhonii
(y/f/n) is your female name.
In the future there will be more inputs, but that's the only one for this chapter.
You may continue reading...
King Arthur!England x Lady Knight!Reader
For King and Country
Confusion. Panic. Fear.
Those were the three things your mind registered, as you were jolted from slumber. Acrid smoke filled your lungs at your startled gasp, choking you and releasing a fit of coughs. Quickly, you closed your eyes to the stinging heat, but you could still see the imprint of flames dancing across the inside of your eyelids.
Burning. Everything was burning.
Covering your mouth and nose with the sleeve of your nightdress, you threw back the heavy furs of your bed and scrambled to your feet. You could hear the groans of the house around you. Already the flames were eating away at its supporting beams, causing the wood to warp. You knew they wouldn’t be able to support the weight of your old hou
To Sail the High Seas: England x Reader ch23Chapter 23To Sail the High Seas: England x Reader ch23 by InsanityVixen
The captain left you to yourself once again, now more conflicted than before. The guilt which gnawed at your conscience was still present, however significantly less prevalent, instead allowing for the war between your head and heart to rage on louder than ever. The former argued that everything you had done was to your own advantage, and to all intents and purposes this wasn’t wrong, however it had been at the expense of another human being.
A human being who was clearly mad, she had no life left for her on land.
You had settled this topic with yourself a thousand times over the past week, but it always came back to the same conclusion: in the end you had been given a choice, and you had chosen Arthur.
The protector over the madwoman, it was a logical decision.
And had it not been for the girl’s last words, you would have been content with that.
But the truth of the matter is, you chose the pirate over the victim, and herein lies the real
Just the Secretary: Prologue (EnglandxReader)Just the Secretary: Prologue (EnglandxReader) by TaoAndThen
You love your job. To say otherwise would be the worst April Fool’s joke ever. For the first time in your young life you felt a sense of belonging. You had made great friends and even fell in love. You became successful and accomplished, earning a moderate level of respect from various world leaders. You were able to silence the naysayers who said you would never be able to put your sociology degree to use. It was safe to say that without you World Conferences would have remained unproductive nightmares. Despite the negative connotations your job title carried you had became Atlas.
So how in the hell did a swarm of alter egos, the innermost and darkest desires of your friends and ‘family’ come into being, infiltrate, and try to take over? How was it that Feliciano was pinned to a wall by throwing knives? Why was Arthur poisoned? Who had tag-teamed to beat up Alfrend and Matthew? How did someone even manage to get close enough to Ivan to pummel him? Who had a katana to
UK x Reader - Of failed cakes and small surprisesUK x Reader - Of failed cakes and small surprises by aranel753
“I want to learn how to love
In every detail
So I can whisper all of it to you” – Roda Gigante, Bruno Gouveia
The bowl fell on the floor quite loudly, the metallic sound it produced while hitting the cold tile ringing clear as a bell through the whole kitchen. It even had the presence of spirit to roll around, as if spreading what she had put her utmost effort to transform in a cake all over the place wasn’t enough to exasperate her. Not that she was being that successful into that task, even if she tried to not actually remember that fact. [f/n] was never what could be named as a resourceful cook, even in her brighter days.
Not that this one could actually be called one of those.
“God dammit.” The girl cursed under her breath, staring displeased at the way she now had a good layer of raw batter dripping from her apron, dirtying it with an in-between color that should be brown, but surprisingly was slightly greyish. She passed her finger consi