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Heart and Soul (Reader x...)Heart and Soul (Reader x...) by wingsofnyx
The girl looked at you and your sparkling blue gown in disbelief. Here, standing in front of her, was a real, live Elsa!
“Do the magic, do the magic!” she cried, just like the young Anna in the movie.
You scrunched your hands and then let a burst of magic into the air. Again, as in the movie, the magic burst mid-air and showered all of the people in line (about six families behind the one you where currently greeting, you counted) with real snow.
You’d gotten your powers when you were a freshman in high school, to only top off the other torture in the form of acne, teasing, and an inability to fit in anywhere. You couldn’t really classify it any more than magic, the general term for your ability to create, destroy, or manipulate the world around you.
The girl squealed with glee as the photographer snapped photo after photo.
“Let’s go dear, we don’t want to tire out Queen Elsa.” The girl pouted, and you pretended to ga
Sun and Moon prologueSun and Moon prologue by wingsofnyx
James held his little daughter, who could only be distinguished from her twin brother by the reddish wisp of hair on the top of her head, and bounced her around, murmuring quiet words to her. He started up the stairs, and was just about halfway when there was a bang on the door.
Nearly falling back down the stairs, he accidentally tossed his daughter up them. She fell on a pair of boots he’d been meaning to unmagic for weeks after his trip to his best friend Cheryl’s.
The door burst open, and in a swirl of black robes Lord Voldemort was upon him. “Lily, take Harry and go! It’s him! Go! Run! I’ll hold him off-” he yelled.
Upstairs, Lily was scrambling to find a place to hide Harry. What had happened to Elena, she didn’t know and could only hope her daughter was safe somewhere.
The door slammed open, and there he was, robes swirling in the late summer air.
“Not Harry, not Harry, please, not Harr
Fulminata VHours later, exhausted and still thinking in half a dozen various languages, I finished all of the tests.Fulminata V by wingsofnyx
“How did it go?” Agent Romanoff asked.
“Excusez-moi?” I replied.
She blinked, taken aback, and I suddenly realized that I’d spoken to her in French.
“Uh, fine,” I said, cracking a nervous grin. “As you can tell.”
She gave me a rare grin in response. “Excellent.” Something sounded in her ear, and I watched her bow her head slightly before placing her first two fingers over the piece in her ear, listening for a second before straightening and turning to me.
“I’ll walk you back to your room, but then I’ve got somewhere I have to go,” Agent Romanoff said.
“Alright,” I responded.
Soon I got to the little dorm to which they’d assigned me, and with the key card I’d gotten I went inside.
“Thanks, Agent Romanoff,” I said, pausing in the doorway.
Head Over HeelsHead Over Heels by wingsofnyx
When they say something throws you “head over heels,” they mean it completely disorients you. That was how it happened when my parents died when I was 16.
It was weeks into my junior year that it happened, just as the air was beginning to cool down. My birthday was in the fall, and my mind was whirling with possibilities of a party as I slid into our lunch table.
“Ugh, I don’t know how much longer I can take that Mark guy,” my friend Alyssa sighed, twisting her auburn hair up into a bun.
“He thought your name was Kristin,” I laughed.
“Hey, did any of you get number sixteen in the Rhetorical test?” Mary asked, across from me.
“Not in that class,” I said, raising my hands.
“Yeah, it was something about Thoreau’s beliefs rooted in Transcendentalism…” Victoria said through a bite of a sandwich, turning to her. “I don’t really remember what I said.”
“No, do not start about the R
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Research Smaug x Elf!Reader Chap 3Research Smaug x Elf!ReaderResearch Smaug x Elf!Reader Chap 3 by lovinglifejapan
~~Disclaimer; i do not own lord of the rings, or the hobbit.~~
It's been a few days since you've started to live with the great dragon, each day learning something new about him. This was your dream come true! He was far more interesting than you ever would've thought. Through the small amount of time you've spent with him, you've learned far more than you have in the three years you've been reading your books. He was currently explaining how flying worked, and the wing to body ratio. You were intently listening, writing every word down. You planned to make a series of books on dragons, so little was known about them. 'Maybe if people understood them more, they'd be less afraid.' You thought.
He couldn't believe you actually enjoyed him droning on about such a dull subject, but you seemed enthralled with it all. He smiled to himself, no ones taken interest in him, or dragons like you. It
No Mercy [Smaug/Reader]A/N: Guys, you are not being shipped with a dragon, I promise. It's not some creepy relationship. It is safe to read. No dragon x person sexy-time. Just a backup thief and a dragon grumpy for being woken up. It's cool. xDNo Mercy [Smaug/Reader] by CorporalCornbread
I can not believe that they've sent me in here alone with absolutely no warning.' You think to yourself glumly, heart pounding hard in anger and fear. You're nearly afraid that that will wake the dragon and not your footsteps that will soon be accompanied by the loud jangle of coins. You don't see a dragon anywhere though; it must be quite a small pest if you can't see it in this room. You stifle a chuckle at the thought of a tiny dragon hiding behind a pillar or mound of gold. Your smile falls when you think of any dragon burning you to a crisp because it woke to the sound of your laughter.
With that image plaguing your mind, you take a first, extra-cautious step int
The Desire Of Kings-ThorinxReaderxThranduil-Pt.2/2Upon entering the throne room, you immediately saw him, Thranduil, sitting on his throne. You could tell it was him, for he wore an unusual floral crown on his head and a long, silver robe that almost touched the floor. His hair was long and white and his eyes were a piercing shade of blue. As soon as he saw you, he stood up with a look of surprise and turned to the guard, who had escorted you in, for an explanation.The Desire Of Kings-ThorinxReaderxThranduil-Pt.2/2 by BeautyAndStrength
"This is her, my lord." The guard said. "This is the woman whom you seek. She was among Thorin Oakenshields' company." You looked up at the guard with a frown; you still didn't know what this was about.
"A hobbit?" Thranduil asked. "There must be a mistake. This can not be her."
"It is she, my king." The guard replied. "The others guards have confirmed it." Thranduil looked down at you and tilted his head a bit as he studied you. You looked at him for a moment then lowered your eyes to the ground. When you looked up again, you saw that Thranduil had a small smile on
The Desire Of Kings-ThorinxReaderxThranduil-pt.1/2"Did he offer you a deal?" Balin asked Thorin as he was thrown back into his cell after his little meeting with the Elvenking.The Desire Of Kings-ThorinxReaderxThranduil-pt.1/2 by BeautyAndStrength
"He did." Thorin replied. "I told him (some insult in Khuzdul that I don't care to translate)! Him and all his kin!"
"Well, that's that then." Balin said with a sigh. "A deal was our only hope."
"Not our only hope." Thorin said. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a woman laughing lightly in the cell on his other side.
"I may not speak Khuzdul, my lord." The woman said. "But I take it that whatever you said didn't please the Elvenking at all."
Thorin smiled at the sound of that beautiful, familiar voice that never failed to make his heart skip a beat whenever he heard it.
"(Y/N)?" He said as he pressed his face against the bars to get a closer look. You peaked out from behind the bars of your cell and smiled at him. Your cell was facing his at a bit of an angle so he was able to see you clearly.
"Good day, my lord." You said with another smile.
The Story You Never HeardPeter blinked. That, whatever "that" was, was certainly no what he was expecting. He had simply gone looking for Wendy, wondering where she had run off to after the Indian campfire celebration. To feel so entirely happy, like he hadn't in a long time, to plunging to the very depths of human emotion. That kind of range of emotion was one he hadnt had to deal with since coming to Neverland. It was bringing up unwanted emotions and Peter wasn't sure how to deal with it, the memories or the emotions. And so he blinked.
As if that would erase the questions that still hung in the air.
"Do you, Peter?" she asked. Wendy. His Wendy. His, beautiful, and unexpected in every way. "Do you know how to feel, Peter?"
She was supposed to be like all the other girls he had met: timid, shy, dainty. But Wendy was nothing like that. Physically, she was weak, everything a girl should be, but that wasn't what mattered. It wasn't about just her looks. It was about how she reacted to him, how she respond
~Buon Natale~ *Romano X Reader*~Buon Natale~
*Romano X Reader*
'Drabble #5 from 'All I want for Christmas' series'
The female straightened with the bridge of her soft palm the red material on the table,paying extra attention so that not a single wrinkle was present on it.The small dark haired boy gave her snowflake patterned napkins,for which she beamed her best smile at him and started folding them in beautiful Christmas themed shapes.
The little boy gaped his mouth in surprise,clapping his hands in excitement as if his mother was using some sort of magic he had never seen or ever heard of.
Truth to be told,he thought that his 'madre' was magically making things appear or disappear,such as when his stubborn 'papà' wasn't able to find his jacket even if the female told him was in a certain place,he would defeteadly come to her with a pleading face and she - calm as ever - would take his hand and give him the item from the previously specified spot.
Now the way his mommy was able to
~Christmas in Reykjavik~ *Iceland X Reader*~Gleðileg jól~
*Iceland X Reader*
'Drabble #6 from 'All I want for Christmas' series'
The female watched in amazement as the capital city of Iceland was a sea of white,snowflakes still graciously making their way to the frozen ground to continue broding the touchable stars,as if the sky moved down or as if a mirror was posed there to reflect it perfectly.
The crispy Nordic wind blew cold disturbing a big pile of snow,removing some of the frozen tears from the structure and in the (h/c) locks of the girl,causing her to giggle.A smile crawled upon the Icelander's features as he watched with soft purple eyes the childish adult female.
His smile dropped though into a frown,as frozen snow got caught into his bright long lashes,some pieces into his silvery white hair and some cruely touched his hot skin as they made their way through his clothes.
"This is war,(Name)!" Emil said,grabbing a handful of snow,modelling it in his gloved palms so that it soon took a round s
England X Reader- American like confessionYou were on your way to your friend, Arthur or like you loved to call him, Iggy. You loved to go to his house with your skateboard. Well, you loved to go on your skateboard everywhere. The true was that you loved your British friend with al of your heart, but you and him were like chocolate and vanillia; fire and water. Strange is that you two understood each other very well, even thought you were opposites of him.
After a long way, you finally reached his house. It was a very sunny day, so he would normally be in his garden or on his porch drinking tea and reading a book. You looked everywhere, but he wasn't anywhere in sight. Maybe he was at the store or God knows where. It was weird that you hoped he wouldn't be with a girl. Looks like someone is jelly, huh? You were going to face palm yourself when you heard a familiar voice. It was Arthur! The question was where was he?
"Up here, love!" you looked up and saw him on the balcony taking care of his flowers. Damn! You forgot that he h
Alfred X Reader- Piggy Back Ride
It was a nice summer day, the sun now almost down and everything in order. You were playing baseball with Alfred, your best friend since forever. The two of you always were competitive in everything....video games, eating, baseball and even waking up. It was a nice growing friendship, but you held more for the hyper and American blond. Yes, you loved him very much, but you simple couldn't see the two of you together, holding hands, cuddling and kissing. Yes you shared many moments with him, but it was just friendship, bot boyfriend and girlfriend.
You spaced out and were hit by the baseball ball and you feel down. Alfred was running to you to cheek if you were okey.
"Eh...sorry, [Name]...I didn't mean to hit you..." he said and rubbed the back of his head with an embarrassed face. You just chuckled at him.
"Hey calm down, it was just a small hit, is not like I was hit by a car or the moon." you said and you both laughed. Yeah....just as friends.
"Hey you two!" Arthur shouted to the two
Canada x Reader Oneshot: Teach me FrenchClosing your French textbook, you threw it at a tree. You couldn’t believe your teacher was failing you in class! If you didn’t get your grade up soon, your parents were going to ground you for life! They had pulled your curfew down to 9 when they saw it was a C last month, you shuddered to imagine what it would be if they saw anything lower.
Sighing, you stood up and jogged over to pick up your book. You were in the park, one of your favorite places. All the maple trees were losing their leaves as the fall quickly became winter, and your feet made a delightful crunching noise on the ground. Bending over, you froze when you heard rapid, panicked breathing nearby. Peeking around the tree, you saw a blonde haired boy with a single curl huddled up into a ball. He wore a fuzzy coat with a vivid red maple leaf sewn to the back, and a small stuffed polar bear sat next to him.
“Uh, are you-“ You started to ask, wondering if he was crying or something. He looked up, blu
Private Ice (MacauxReader)Private Ice
"Come on, (F/n)!" the Vietnamese girl said to you, her long brown hair tied back in a low ponytail, "It'll just be a few friends, they probably will never even see you again!"
You turned away from her and kept walking, your (e/c) eyes focused on the street in front of you. "No Lien. I don't know how to ice skate and I really don't feel like embarrassing myself in front of your amazing friends."
She groaned, "But come on! We need one more person."
Lien held her tongue and you attempted to pry the information from her, but her lips stayed sealed. "Just come and find out," she told you.
Her words ran through your head as you walked through the large, glass door that lead to the skating arena for your first time. Inside, seven other teens were lacing up ice skates they had brought from home. You cringed, and attempted to duck out the door without being seen by anyone, especially the hazel eyes of Lien. But, unfortunately, a loud boy with a strang
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