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
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
Experiments in Technique: ArthurEvery time his lips met yours, there was always something different.Experiments in Technique: Arthur by 12bfeygirl42
The first time tasted of brown sugar and salt, a combination of the roasted chestnuts and popcorn shared earlier. It was bittersweet, gentle. His lips had found yours with only the slightest whisper of consent, not waiting for a response in the brisk London air. It was simply a light touch, barely enough to register the presence, he pulling away quickly and laughing lightly in his guilt, apologising. His tone however, as did the sparkle in those damned green eyes, indicated he wasn't the least bit regretful. Especially not when you pulled him in for a second.
The next notable kiss was also entirely unexpected, deep and rough. He had stormed into the library from seemingly nowhere, pinning you back and growling something before his lips crashed against yours in an agonized frenzy. Somewhere in the back of your mind you noted the taste of apples and cigarettes, the air around the two of you filled with the fumes of old