Pirate!SpainxPirate!Reader A Pirate's Life! Ch 9RPOV
You march through the castle, knowing that you were about to get a lecture. "R-right this way Ms. (Name)," Felix says, bowing low.
"Thanks Felix," You say, lifting your head up and flipping your hair back. "Let's see how mother and father have been," You almost snarl, pushing the large doors open.
Inside, is a huge room, completely filled with marble. A couple of steps lead up to three thrones. Sitting on two of the thrones, were your mother and father. Your father had the same color (h/c) hair as you, where you got your eyes from your mother.
Both of them sit up as they see you come in. "So, you finally return," Your father says, narrowing his eyes.
"Well, it's not like I wanted to; I only came here to get supplies," You say easily, though your heart feels like it's about to burst. Rule number one of standing up to the king and queen is
Male!BelarusxOCxRussia p3The next few days went with a seemingly strict routine. Lithuania would come in and awaken Salacia and she would shower and go down to the breakfast that either Estonia or Latvia had prepared. She would eat her breakfast alone and then go about her morning routine. Getting dressed in a nice warm dress and then go to Russia's large library and read for about an hour (Russia had bought her some books printed in her native tongue) before she would study Russian with either Ukraine or Russia if he was not busy. She wanted to learn it fast to make Russia happy as well as distance herself more from her past.
After she studied she would wander through his home looking for something to occupy her time before she would eat lunch with Belarus since Russia would go out for meetings for part of the afternoon. She often found herself talking with Lithuania while he worked or looking out the windows. She would always eat with Belarus and then spend time in the sitting room with him. Sometimes t
ItalyxReaderx2!PEngland ~ Sleeping Beauty (2)
You woke up, aware of how heavy your limbs felt. Clumsily, you tried to rub the sleep out of your eyes, only to take in a deep, surprised breath as the movement gave you the slight sensation of falling.
Looking around, you noticed only that you didnt know where you were. The bed you were laying on was much too soft to be yours, although you admitted it was still very comfortable. Looking at the brightly colored pink walls, purple polka-dotted carpet, and elaborately decorated turquoise furniture; you stood up and tried to remember how you wouldve gotten here.
You suddenly became aware of the sound of uncontrolled giggling from outside the door to the room, and the image of the odd man from the office appeared in your mind. Sensing danger, you scanned the room hastily for anything you might use as a weapon in case he came at you again like yesterday. Your eyes quickly fell on a bright yellow iron on a pink ironing-board, an
Punk!EnglandXReader High School Punker PART 1
High School Punker
[Name] was the usualy tomboish,nerdy girl in school.She was ignored by mostly everyone,but when she was noticed she was made fun of,mostly the popular girls did that to her.Maybe because she acted like her true self.She loved to skateboard everyday,listening to music or reading a book...But did she gave a damn to what others thought of her?NO.
[Name] was at [last favorite class] and she was bored out of her mind.She was good at mostly all of the classes,but now she wasn't into the mood of school.She looked over at Hannelore,a popular very attractive and well known in the school,but she was in reality a bitch,she was with a guy for a week then he dumped him and went to another one...like a dog.DISGUSTING.
"Finally done."[Name] tought as she grabed her bag and headed to the door.Luckly it was her last class and she didn't needed to stay another good damn long hour listening.
As she went to her locker to grab so
The garments and silks that adorned your body only added to your independent beauty. Your hair was spun into a long braid that would allow your hair to perm and flow when you would undo it.
"____________, are you ready?" your mother asked poking her head into your caravan.
"Almost ready," you replied. You looked into your looking glass and began to unravel the braid. As you did so, your colorful bangles clinked on your wrists, and your (f/c)-colored beads clacked around your neck.
When you were done, you checked to see that everything was in order and stepped outside. There was a small crowd gathered to see who the presumed "most beautiful girl in the world" was and gaped when they saw your face.
Even without the accessories and make-up, you were already considered beyond gorgeous so they only added to your beauty. Your family members began to play the tambourine and violin, and the dance began.
Your audience watched in captivation as you twirled around the small st