Chrysanthemum Tea (Japan X Reader)Chrysanthemum TeaChrysanthemum Tea (Japan X Reader) by Zelvya
The sun glowed gently in the clear blue sky, its rays peeking through the leaves of lush trees in a beautifully manicured garden. Summer had ended, yet the remnants of its warmth still lingered in the air.
You opened your window and immediately a gentle breeze flowed in, carrying with it the sweet scent of autumn flowers blossoming in your garden. You smiled and closed your eyes for a moment, enjoying the aroma and the soft wind on your skin.
"Oh my, I better start preparing now," you mumbled silently to yourself.
You reached for the apron and tied it loosely around your waist. You then proceeded to gather various cooking utensils and ingredients and arranged them neatly on a large wooden table in the middle of your kitchen. Even though you were not a professional chef, from your extensive experience in the kitchen, you knew that mise en place was key to successful cooking.
And today of all days, you hoped to get everything right, since you were inviting your c
Something, EnglandxReader He didn’t speak all too much when he was at home. When out and about town with you, the both of you would speak endlessly, moving from one topic to the next with an ease that rivaled the gentle gusts of wind that hit against the colored trees outside. Now, though, he was silent. Both of you were. It seemed that the house allowed for any of the noise you both needed, the subtle creaks of the old foundations being the only form of conversation the two of you needed. You sighed, feeling yourself sink into the couch cushions as you looked out the window, observing the signs of autumn through a single pane of glass.Something, EnglandxReader by Driftingnotes
It was like a moving picture, the way the images stayed in the fixed position on your wall, the frame being the only thing that never moved. Bright oranges, reds, yellows, and the few leaves that were left green blew in the fall winds, being whipped around in an endless dance. The rustling of a book page made you pause, then glance at the man re
NorwayXReader |The myth of...|Hades and Persephone.NorwayXReader |The myth of...| by procrastinator-otaku
Lukas rises from his land, and the darkness pools at his feet before it drips back down into the underworld. The first thing that even forms in his mind is how out of place he feels; the way his pale skin looks against the deep blue sky and the green grass, which is vivid compared to the shades of black and grey of his realm. It's blinding, and Lukas squints as he looks around, not really knowing why he chose to come to Earth, just that he felt like there was something he needed to do. His eyes search the grassland inspecting the way the wind runs through the grass and sways the patches of wild flowers. He decides walks forward, mindlessly following the flowers, and he tries not to step on any of them, because they're so beautiful it would be a shame to... oh.
He sees you first. And it's not what he was expecting.
His eyes flicker upwards, and his breath failed him for a moment. The wild flowers leads to a woman, who slowly awakes from a nap in the middle of this
100 Themes Challenge: #7- InsanityTheme #7- Insanity100 Themes Challenge: #7- Insanity by 12bfeygirl42
Character: Arthur Kirkland
The last time he had felt this way had been centuries ago, a night where the waves were tossing them to and fro, where the wood around him creaked in protest to the chaos beyond the seeping boards. His men had secured the ship, leaving their captain to his duties, a dark intent shining in his eyes.
Last time, there was nothing to restrain the beast inside.
Last time, he continued until he was fully satisfied, the hurricane outside nothing compared to the terrible storm that barraged the warm and trembling figure beneath his own.
Last time, he was able to unleash his desire with no regrets, with no hesitation, and all of the fury he had tried to keep inside.
Now he had no choice but to restrain himself.
But by God was it difficult.
He was going insane, he was certain of it.
In his eyes, she belonged solely to him, but his conscience, what remained of it, told him the terrible truth.
She was not his.
He wanted to claim