Kyoya Ootori x Reader: Realize by Autumn-Maple, literature
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Kyoya Ootori x Reader: Realize
((A/N: This takes place after the Anime and manga. Kyouya and reader are finishing their last semester of high school and moving on to college.))
Kyoya sat on the couch in the living room of his home, waiting for (y/n) to come back from the kitchen. He had invited her over to watch a movie. As nice as it was to be around his friends, he wanted it to be just (y/n).
From the first day she moved to Japan and began attending Ouran Academy, Kyoya had an interest in her. She wasn't like the other girls, acting more like Haruhi. Her upbringing was fairly similar, as well. Since she lived in America for most of her life, (y/n) knew what it was like
Dire Situations- Kyoya x Reader by MrsxPhantomhive, literature
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Dire Situations- Kyoya x Reader
(A/n This is my first OHSHC fanfic lmao!!! I hope you guys like it!!)
Being one of the most popular girls at Ouran Academy, there were many responsibilities needed to be upheld. Attending parties, answering calls, going on dates, and, worst of all, doing schoolwork. Of course, some responsibilities you held higher than others, and at the moment, you were slightly screwed.
In front of you was the assignment sheet for the biggest essay of the year, which was 25% of your final grade for the first semester. It’d been assigned a month ago, and now it was the day before the due date. You’d underestimated the amount of work needed to b
{APH} EnglandxReader - Substitute Date by Le-BelgianCafe, literature
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{APH} EnglandxReader - Substitute Date
VALENTINE DAY COUNTDOWN #1
EnglandxReader - Substitute Date
(f/n) - friend's name
(f/r) - favorite restaurant
(c/n) - city name
(f/s) - favorite song
SYNOPSIS :: I go to all this work and my date stands me up? Guess you’ll have to take their place…
(P.S reservations do not work this way. I repeat, no one in their right mind charges for a reservation. It just worked for the story :> Ok, continue)
It all went down during a light dinner between (f/n) and you. Sure, the plan had been to enjoy the nice relaxing cafe atmosphere while you munched on a sandwich, but as per usual, the scenic aura was shattered; and by your m
Navy!England x Reader | Pursuit of the Blue Ch.4 by TheCommonMyna, literature
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Navy!England x Reader | Pursuit of the Blue Ch.4
The slits of sunlight were harsh on my bleary eyes. My head was throbbing like a storm had decided to rage within it. Sitting up was a devastating choice as my body ached in protest. I brushed away the bits of foliage and dirt that had settled over me and tried to untangle the more stubborn pieces from the bird’s nest that was my hair. Groaning, I picked myself up to my feet. My whole body was bruised and creaking like an old lady from the tumble I had suffered, but I was just glad I was alive and sustained no worse injury. Heck, I could’ve broken my neck if I had smashed on a bed of rock instead of grass.
I realized with a jolt
Navy!England x Reader | Pursuit of the Blue Ch.5 by TheCommonMyna, literature
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Navy!England x Reader | Pursuit of the Blue Ch.5
All the blood fled from my face and I clamped a hand over my mouth as a scream built in my throat. I was gripping the knife so hard the edge was pricking my fingers through the cloth.
“You’re going inside?” the other man stammered, as if genuinely horrified by the notion. “Haven’t you heard what’s happened in there?” His partner just grunted. I guess it stood for a ‘no’ when the man continued, words spilling over his lips, “Some madwoman killed her whole family in there! Her husband, her own baby then she cut her own throat! I don’t know who and what’s still left in ther
Navy!England x Reader | Pursuit of the Blue Ch.6 by TheCommonMyna, literature
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Navy!England x Reader | Pursuit of the Blue Ch.6
Captain Arthur Kirkland paced along the main deck of his beloved ship, HMS Britannia. “The Savior of Britain” she was sometimes called and Arthur was proud to say it wasn’t an understatement. His crew had saved the Royal Navy’s ass from humiliation for more than just a few times in the length of the current war. She was a gutsy little third-rate warship this one, endured and championed every single battle and skirmish she’s ever gotten into… until three weeks ago, that is. Poor thing was still sore from the wounds inflicted by the French first-rate ship on her tail, but she had slipped away from the roar of
Navy!England x Reader | Pursuit of the Blue Ch.7 by TheCommonMyna, literature
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Navy!England x Reader | Pursuit of the Blue Ch.7
I watched the Captain beckon at Allistor and stride away. Peter continued chattering by my side, not noticing my attention had wandered. Although there was one terrible moment where he asked for my surname and I did not have an immediate answer, I was still in awe from just exchanging a few simple words with him. A captain. The Captain of this beautiful, powerful vessel! I might have well just met the King of England!
“Are you afraid of heights?” Peter asked.
I brought my gaze back to the foremast towering before me. It was the second tallest of the three masts; the tallest being the mainmast in the middle and the shortest being
Navy!England x Reader | Pursuit of the Blue Ch.8 by TheCommonMyna, literature
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Navy!England x Reader | Pursuit of the Blue Ch.8
Peter thought for a moment, running the floor plans through his head, and then pointed down the hall. “Head straight that way then turn left twice. The stairs are there… I think.”
I cocked an eyebrow, dubious. Getting lost in these passageways was not something I’d enjoy either. Heart pattering, I forced away any misgivings and set off. It was a lot more daunting to wander the decks isolated from Peter by the shadows that clung to every nook and cranny light could not reach. I reached an intersection and took a left as directed. The corridor seemed to stretch forever and any nearby footsteps eerily rang from somewhere
Navy!England x Reader | Pursuit of the Blue Ch.9 by TheCommonMyna, literature
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Navy!England x Reader | Pursuit of the Blue Ch.9
The days and nights flew by and I made no effort to count them. People say blissful times come and go in the blink of an eye. While it lasted and the end was not yet nigh, life felt like a dream. It was hard to believe that if I was not here between the sweeping sea and the soaring skies, I would be confined in the walls of the earl’s estate, wasting the days away in one dull room to another. The pounding of my heart and churning of my stomach transformed from indications of fear to exhilaration as I scaled the masts with Peter every day. The horizon, the whole world and its magnificence felt a little closer when there were no walls in