Beauty - FemFrance x FemTeenReader
You stared into a mirror and sighed unhappily.
"Ugly," you muttered, "I'm ugly. I'll never be pretty like Mama is," you bitterly added. You glared at yourself in the mirror. You never thought you were beautiful, not even close to being acceptable. Your mom, Françoise, was gorgeous. Her silky brunette hair and amethyst eyes, were simply beautiful, compared to your ugly (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. At least, that's what you thought. You thought you were the most ugly thing on Earth. Once more, you sighed in discontent. 'Why is Mama so pretty?' you thought with a very displeased look on your face, 'she's the eight wonder of the world, she can make anybody fall for her! It's not fair!' you started to cry. With a thud, you landed on your knees, your face buried in your hands, you started to sob.
Click, click, click. The clicking of heels
Wrong Brother [Norway x Reader]Sitting comfortably, you waited for Emil to get back. The day started well with an invitation from the Icelander to come over, and the pleasant feeling was still going strong even as Emil had to leave for the moment. Snuggling into the couch, you closed your eyes as you waited for Emil to come back after dealing with his pet, Mr. Puffin. Prior to his departure, you two had been discussing different styles of literature; you preferring more modern books while Emil was stuck in the 1800's with his own choice of writing. Your silver-haired friend had to leave (right as you were about to win your argument on why Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet was stupid and not a romantic story too!) when he heard Mr. Puffin yell for him.
You think you heard the word 'licorice', but you weren't too sure.
As you were mulling over the next topic you two could discuss (you two always had something to talk about: Emil told you this actually when he explained, with blushing cheeks, why he told you his hu
Blaze Your Own Path~Prince!NxPrincess!Reader
Now time for N's fanfiction! I love this green-haired dork way too much.
After this is Cheren!
"I see now that the circumstances of one's birth are irrelevant; it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are."
~Mewtwo, Pokemon: The First Movie - Mewtwo Strikes Back
Reality is a roll of the dice, whether you get snake eyes or boxcars is out of your hands, and you can either embrace your chance or deny it, but you never get another roll of the die, you either fall from grace or rise through the ranks.
This phrase was the reason of your fate, you were born into a wealthy family from the Kalos region,
Rescue (Quicksilver x Reader) part 2
"Go to bed you monster!" You cried, throwing your hands up in exasperation.
"Never!!" Isaac, your son was wired after his sixth birthday party.
Tony had decided that it would be a good idea to throw a huge party with cake and gifts and a zillion other kids, all running around and climbing on play structures and eating one of many different types of treats. Needless to say, you would punish him later. For now though, your main concern was your son.
"Get your butt into that bed mister, or I'm taking away all of your gifts."
His eyes widened and he dove under the covers, wiggling around until his head popped out again. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to hide his smile. Unfortunately for him, everything in the room that wasn't bolted to the floor started floating in the air, darting around the room because of his energy.
"Kiddo." You sighed. "Seriously, mommy needs to sleep."
"Then you go to sleep." He said, slipping out from under the covers. "I'll stay up for you."
He jumped ou
My Knight In Shining Armor. (Alphonse x Reader)
“You’re really fast aren’t you?” Edward smirked as he jumped away from Scar’s attack, landing on both feet.
”But, not fast enough!”
“Foolish alchemist, do you know who you’re dealing with?” Scar said calmly, readying another attack. Edward charged towards the man with the scar, very confident in his actions, well until he heard a pop sound come from his arm. His eyes widened and he immediately stopped. Scar saw this as an opportunity and charged towards Edward again. Edward looked like a deer in the headlights as he stood there frozen.
“Stop!” I yelled, jumping in front of Edward, blocking the attack. The last thing I saw were blue lights coming towards me.
I felt pain run through my body. I saw blood on the ground everywhere as I lay on my side. Was all of that really my blood? I also heard my name, it was being yelled by multiple people, but, I knew I heard Alphonse’s voice. I thought he wasn’t
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