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I'm not another fairltale EnglandxReader
I’m not another fairytale
England x Reader
You were always the kind of girl who kept her nose in her books. You never really liked to be social in fact the only time you were was when you met the author of one of them. And today was no different. Just hanging out in your snuggie on your couch reading another book called ‘Where have they gone now?’ when someone had knocked on your front door.
You waited a little to see if anyone else in your family would answer it but no one showed so you got up and walked towards the door. Then saw the most breath taking man ever, he looked as if he popped right out of the pages fro
The small town of Seacliff in the year 2400:
Day 9 after the catastrophe:
Rumor goes through the internet that aliens have arrived on earth. Supposedly it all started with a meteorite crashing into a beach on an island.
What's more, people whisper about a shadowy organization having taken camp on said island. An organization pretty similar to Area 51, conducting various top secret experiments, including human experiments.
Apparently, after securing the meteorite, they had locked the discoverer of it into a chamber, together with his discovery.
Bits of information had leaked out over the net: The stone in the chamber had bee
Dark Wings teaserScreams were coming from every direction, blood now discoloring the once emerald shaded grass. There was no hope left here anymore. The world of Aria, home of the Angels, was now a dying planet. Aria was teaching its residence the repercussion of soiling ones thoughts with false defamation. The verdicts seemed fair, for what they judged was deceitful from the very beginning.
But the blood, oh God, the blood, there was so much of it. Splattered all across the grounds, the shadowy aura of the one with dark wings suffocated the area, making the scene even more offensive.
2p!England x Reader - Hide and Seek
2p!England x Reader
Hide and Seek
Hurry and open the door, I have come
Even if you try to hide, it's no use
Hurry and open the door, I have come
It's already too late to run
"Arthur? Where are you?" You yelled looking for him.
You looked around outside. Arthur decided he was going to play hide and seek... at midnight. Gosh you really hated when he was drunk. He would do the craziest things and deny it the next day. You looked all around the outside of his house. You finally realize "I bet he went inside" 'Why didn't I think of that 15 minutes ago?' You thought to yourself
You opened the door to hear silence. Arthur s
An Unusual TravelerThe human must have been either exhausted, a naturally heavy sleeper, or both. She had hardly even stirred while being tied upside-down by her legs from the cave ceiling. Thick spider threads coiled around her ankles, the only thing keeping her from a deadly plummet to the unforgiving ground. Yet, she continued to snore softly, limp arms dangling downward.
The giant dridder circled the intruder, glaring at every inch of the impudent little human, who was only about as tall as his hand. If he was not so irritated, he would find the situation amusing. He had found her near the entrance of his cave, sleeping on the ground and using her backpack
The Ring of the doorbell was answered by a young woman dressed only in worn black tee that fell past her thighs, her short brown hair and matching eyes smiled as she looked at the younger man at the door, a surprised look in the new arrival's face, Ryan. Ryan was a pretty average guy, black hair, brown eyes, normal everyday clothes.
"Why are you a girl?" Ryan commented as he stepped inside.
Nick shrugged, "I go back to work tomorrow, and they still expect me to be a girl."
Ryan gave a wry smile, "I think you like turning into a girl," he said dropping into an office chair opposite a computer desk.
Nick smiled cryptically, "
The Dragon Mask [Dragon TF]It was a mask, one that would go completely over a face. But not a human face. In fact, this mask looked like it would fit a horse's face in a parade. This mask was dark cobalt blue, trimmed with silver lines along its edges.
Desmond has been going for a stroll in the woods when he came across that particular mask. He couldn't have missed it: It was lying in a clearing, with moonlight reflecting off its smooth metallic surfaces.
Attempting to see if there was anything to identify its owner, Desmond flipped it around and looked closely at the mask. There did not seem to be any marking or writing that would reveal the owner of the mask. Neither was there a label that indicated where it was made.
All of a sudden, the mask began to feel warm in his hands.
All of a sudden, the mask yanked itself out of his hands, towards his face.
He did not get to finish his sentence, as the mask had already went over his face. It didn't fit well over his face due to its non-human desi
In their quest to know more about Meronii’s mysterious gloves, Suichiro along with the Tashi and the slave maiden camped near the shore of a river. After a renovating dinner, the group sat back and rested around the fire.
“Tomorrow we will arrive at the mansion at noon.” Suichiro stated. “But we need to begin our journey early.”
Sitting over a rock, Tashi interrupted the fighter while drinking from a small dish. “Why is so important for you going with this lord?”
“Meronii was her slave. He must be responsible of leaving her like this.” Suichiro responded.
That little red string of fate~Denmark x Reader.That little red string of fate ~ Denmark x Reader.
You know how some people go on about fate and the ‘Red string of fate’? Well, guess what? It’s real. It’s as real as you and me, and no matter how far away two people are from each other at first; if their paths were meant to cross, they will, and that’s why me and my kind –The Weavers- are here. We maintain, cut and re-cross these infinite, impossible and invisible red strings.
Now, my name’s Juliette, and I’m one of the ‘higher weavers’. This means that I deal with the ‘personal’ cases such as life-long relationships between people; and I have to say, the job never ceases to amaze me; probably because I have witnessed some of the cutest and most beautiful friendships and love-stories in the history of the world.
One of them being the relationship between a man named Matthias Køhler and a girl who went by the name of (f/n) (l/n).
Knight of Fire Breath: the Dragons' BloodlineYou were staring at the moon, listening to the sound of the old clock near you. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. As the minutes were passing by, you thought you were gonna give up waiting, but the hope was still present in your heart.
Some time after midnight, you raised your head and opened the window to let the flying creature enter.
He quickly turned back into a troll, careful to not make any noises when he put his bare feet on the ground. You closed the window, and greeted him with a kiss.
Your secret matesprit was a dragon. He had the ability to switch between this form and a troll one. As all the dragons, howeve
The White Mage's Awakening - Aaron's StoryI walked through a swirling vortex of blue fog so thick that I couldn’t even see the ground I was walking on or my hands in front of my face. But onwards I stumbled, batting the vapour away, trying to find my way. But the mist was like an animal, surrounding me on all sides, trying to pen me in. I felt cold and alone, all the time knowing I simply had to get through.
Then I heard her crying out. An unseen voice; desperate and frightened, and very, very faint. It didn’t matter which way I ran, I simply couldn’t get closer to her.
“Aaron!” the voice called out to me. “Aaron, if you can hear me I
Shinigami x reader - pocky game (Shuuhei)Notice how his camera keeps breaking? This is where you come in ~
"___________ stop squirming!" Rangiku dragged you to Shuuhei's Newspaper Department.
"I-I CAN'T!!!" you shouted
"Why?" Rangiku asked
"C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C...." You started shaking with the pocky box in your hand.:iconamericafriesplz:
"What? You look like you saw a ghost..." Rangiku giggled.
And before you could answer, you passed out in Rangiku's arms with a red face. When Rangiku turned around, she understood what just happened to you... Shuuhei was behind both of you the whole time.
"Oh, you." Shuuhei narrowed his eyes at Rangiku.
"Look, I said I'm sorry!" Rangiku pouted.
"You broke a total of 38 of my cameras this week...how are you gonna pay up?" Shuuhei asked.
"Well, here!" Rangiku pushed your lifeless body towards Shuuhei as a cover to run away. Luckily, he managed to catch you before you fell to the ground.
"GET BACK HERE!" Shuuhei was about to run after her un
The Terror of the NorthWhen the young woman extinguished the flames from her body and leapt to the edge of the stage to take a bow, the only member of the audience who did not rise and clap was Keizen. He remained in his seat, arms crossed and a detached expression on his face that could have passed for boredom. No one else seemed to notice. The mage beamed and withdrew a bright red handkerchief from some mysterious hiding spot on her skimpy outfit and wiped her dark forehead. A male assistant, also dressed in a flashy version of the traditional garb of one of the southern countries, appeared onstage with a glass of water. The crowd broke up, some drifting off to w
Second Chance Spirit Ch. 2 - The Cursed OneGray Fox drove a dented four-wheel-drive pickup with a covered cab for transporting Big Ass Bow. The christening had been left up to Coyote. Gray Fox refused to name his weapons, no matter how much cooler that made them.
The thought of seeing it in action both excited Coyote and left him with a nagging sense of dread. "So what's the biggest monster you ever killed with Bigass?"
Gray Fox turned his eyes a fraction of an inch off the road to scowl at Coyote's continuous use of crude language, but he had long ago given up arguing about it. "I do not remember."
"Did you ever work out the kinks of killing giants with it?"
"Great. And ho
Second Chance Spirit Ch. 1 - Annoyance in LawThe welcome mat was the perfect picture of saccharine wholesomeness, as if specially designed to drive Coyote crazy. A Daddy fox, Mommy fox, and Baby fox sat together with pudgy arms outstretched and pink mouths opened in soundless voicing of the greeting, "Please Wipe Your Paws." The August heat licked at the single scoop of vanilla ice cream he held. He aimed the point of the cone over the spot between Baby's eyes. A drip hit dead center like a headshot delivered to the world's cutest zombie.
He knocked on the doorbell. The voice that responded was too muffled for him to make out any words, but he recognized the tone. If Red Fox ever addre
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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