BattleRoyaleForever

Vladimir thanked the kind woman who gave him his train ticket before walking away from the counter. His footsteps echoed throughout the empty and lifeless old fashioned station. The place was very poorly lit, excluding a couple of lights that still flickered every few seconds. He walked up to the very edge of the floor and leaned over a bit to see if the train was arriving or not. Another step and he would fall onto the tracks. He was aware of this fact, but being at the train station became a usual thing for him and he didn't fear of falling over. Seeing as though the train wasn't coming anytime soon, he sighed and took a few steps back. A

“Why did I pick history?” You asked yourself. Another question that went through your head was why did you have to write so many essays? For this one you needed to write about Germany's inter war years and specialise on the rise of Adolf Hitler. How he used a mixture of clever politics and propaganda to start of a chain of events that lead to the beginning of World War 2. You trudged through the white streets as a fresh layer of snow had fallen during the day. Not many people had walked the long path to the library since then and you could tell from the lack of footprints. Pulling you coat tighter around you in a vain bid to stay

Ludwig was sure he’d studied the book to the point where he could recite it word for word, so why, just why did he feel so nervous? Skimming through the thin pages once more, the German sighed before setting it down, blue eyes glancing at the title in neat font before sighing once again. A Guide to Relationships: Boyfriend Edition There was no way he could let anyone know that he’d been reading from this book – and not to mention, taking several notes on it – all because of a girl. But let’s face it, the girl was you and Ludwig refused to give you anything less than perfection. Thus, he bought the book for a

Her cheeks were rosy from exertion as she extended her small arms towards the next branch, pearls of sweat beading on her (s/c) forehead. Determined to reach the highest bough, she continued pulling herself upwards, unaware of the pair of worried brown orbs that followed her path towards the sky. “Success!” she yelled and laughed gleefully upon reaching her destination, her (h/l) (h/c) tresses matted with perspiration and her body feeling light from the rush of adrenaline. “I’m at the top of the world!” “(Name)-san! Please come down before you hurt yourself!” cried a soft voice. The girl shifted he

   JapanxReader   Warm, soft cotton against numb skin that rivalled that of solid ice caressed Kiku's sodden face, the enticing scent of jasmine, white orchid and... her... subjugated his nose as a contented hum escaped his lips. He attempted to dry his rat-tails with brisk and vigorous motions, yet his desire to forever hold her hand towel against his head and face forced him to slow, to savour the moment. With reluctance, he removed the cotton from his crown once his hair was dry, revealing the very women herself - startling him a little - who had not been there previously.   Metal clinked against porcelain like a child's music box, [Na

   "Will you dance with me?"   It was a voice like honey that pulled you from sitting on the couch, engulfed in your own thoughts to glance up at the person in front of you. It was Kiku Honda, the last person one would ever expect to ask to dance.   "Kiku, what's up with this? We are just sitting here..." you answered, shifting in your spot on the couch in the quaint little home you shared with the man. He had one pale hand outstretched to you, and slowly he averted his thoughtful brown eyes to be more interested in the wall than in your form..   "Well, you see, you just seem so distant so I wanted to try something..." The man answered.

"I am so happy you could come over to help prepare dinner with me Kj-san." Japan bowed lightly, before opening up the door for you the whole way. You smiled, bowed back and entered. You and the mysterious Japanese man had planned weeks in advance for you to come over and help prepare a Japanese cuisine dinner with him. You were good friends with Kiku and sense he didn't get out much, you decided to visit him. Luckily, the man loves food (especially his own) and seemed excited at the idea of you coming over to help him make a meal. You took your shoes off at the door and set them aside. Kiku shut the front door and led you to his kitchen. So

 He showed her a type of affection he would rarely show to anyone. It was gentle and soft, something most didn't even know existed, and (Y/n) wouldn't give it up for anything. She knew he had never been fond of physical contact, especially in public, but yet, for her, he would go the extra mile. When they first started dating, it was a private thing, that stayed in the comfort of late night phone calls and secret meetings. It was thrilling and saddening at the same time. But (Y/n) didn't push him, she knew he would open up when he was ready. Then, a few months later, he started holding her hand in front of his two close friends, and somet

“I can wait, if it’s to see you again.” Based on Song: Sakura no Ame (Cherry Blossoms Falling) by Hatsune Miku Category: Angst/Fluff Word Count: 2246     Kiku looked out the window with slight boredom. The teacher was droning on about the end of school year, and the massive break before everyone saw each other again. But it was even worse for Kiku. His closest friend and crush he was hopelessly in love with, (Y/N), is going to go. Move to another school far away, where he could never possibly see her in person again. He thanked his ability to not display emotion right now, so that he didn’t have a meltdown right in t