NorwayxPrincess!Reader-Our Fairytale? Prologue by ImpressHeta, literature
Literature
NorwayxPrincess!Reader-Our Fairytale? Prologue
(Country Name) 1914
Reader-Nine years of age.
The sound of a violin's strings being played sounded throughout the palace walls. On a balcony outside of those walls, a boy plays that said instrument. His golden hair sweeps gently over his closed violet blue eyes as his gentle cheek presses against the redwood violin. He wears a white ruffled shirt that was pressed neatly earlier that day.A navy blue vest covers most of it. His bottoms were Navy blue shorts that folded up just above his pale white knees. On his feet he wore long black socks that went up to his calfs and his shoes were brown heeled oxford shoes with a golden buckle on each wit
Leader! Medic! England x Soldier! Reader by Foxyknoxy-Ronald, literature
Literature
Leader! Medic! England x Soldier! Reader
Leader! Medic! England x Soldier! Reader
You sat on the bench lining the side of the cart, (hair color) Hair tucked up in your hat. Looking down at the green camouflage uniform, “What have you gotten yourself into (Name)” You mumbled to yourself. Your body shuttered and jolted with each bump and hole hit. You sat next to your leader, Arthur Kirkland, despite being so close to the man, all the words he said sounded like a jumbled mess. The cart halted and the Brit next to you yelled “Alright! Let’s go!” Everything seemed like slow motion. Everyone stood and jumped out the flaps covering the entrance. You were one
Cat!readerXGermany A cat named Cinderella by brittrulz, literature
Literature
Cat!readerXGermany A cat named Cinderella
rain pounds on the lid of the trashcan over your head. its so loud that you cant even hear the thunder over the sound of the downpour above you.god you hated rain...but then again youre a cat. a very boney cat that hasnt eaten since before the rain began yesterday afternoon.you think back to the old fish you found and your stomach growls at you for what seems like the billionth time today alone.
something snaps inside. you get up to find some food, rain and all. getting wet wont detour you from living another day. such is the life of a common stray on the streets. you race to get out of the chilly rain and under the shelter of a dumpster lid.
Depths ~ Pirate England x Mermaid Reader by DominoMonster, literature
Literature
Depths ~ Pirate England x Mermaid Reader
Salt burned his eyes endlessly and yet he still held his breath, holding onto his life desperately, which was fleeing his grasp and disappearing amongst the ocean. There just had to be a storm, didn't there? He just had to be thrown off the ship when they sailed over the monstrous waves. He didn't know how far down he was, or how far away the ship had gone, but that wasn't in his mind. The pressure of being so deep sent agony radiating into his head from his ears, a high pitched ringing just getting louder and louder the longer he stayed down. He would of swam up by now, however, something was weighing him down, not even the air that burned i
yay you found it :)!!!!!heres that alternate ending i was talking about in the credits of 2p americaXreader run over chapter 4........well here goes something...(warning:language)........enjoy^^
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~~not your pov~~
she bit me. the little bitch bit me.
i cant stop thinking about it, it wont stop running through my head. i dont understand why. i should kill her for it, but im oddly disinclined to do so.
im standing by the little p.o.s. car ive been borrowing, letting all this go on in my head. its all confusing to me. almost to the point where i dont want to avoid matt any more. almost.
coldness. since when in hell has that ever g
2p! americaXreader run over part 4 by brittrulz, literature
Literature
2p! americaXreader run over part 4
whats taking her?
your thoughts as you dig around through caity's purse some more. so far since you've been left in the car at the rest stop its been 10 minutes and you have found: 1 hairbrush, an old cd player, a pair of horrendously pink flip-flops, a lighter,(youre so bored that you wonder if there is any hairspray left in that can. in short...a homemade flame thrower. fun E:
Cleaning Is An Art! (Finland x Reader) by Miabia100, literature
Literature
Cleaning Is An Art! (Finland x Reader)
Cleaning Is An Art!
(Finland x Reader)
REQUEST!
Please listen to the following!
LINK: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hCpFeE68Yjg
UGH!
I sighed and looked over to the window as my teacher continued to yap on about some project we had to do for our end of first semester assessment.
BAH! I HATE SCHOOL!
I smiled in relief once the bell had rung signaling the end of 9th period.
“Class! Class! Please stay seated for just a moment.” The whines and groans from my peers was ear defacing.
I growled under my breath letting the old man finish so I could go home.
“Alright~ Well, I was contemplating weather I should let you all