KamikazeKaori

~Exchange Experience~ “You must remember, family is often born of blood, but it doesn't depend on blood. Nor is it exclusive of friendship. Family members can be your best friends, you know. And best friends, whether or not they are related to you, can be your family.”         A/N: Contains a little bit of swearing            “Hello, I believe you must be [Y/N] from the exchange program. I am Oliver Kirkland!” The young man bowed graciously, then took your hand and kissed your knuckles. His personality was very joyful, his eyes beaming with energy and hope. His

| Blood is Thicker Than Water | 2P!Japan x Reader x 2P!China “In this lab, students will use gas laws to calculate the molar mass of dry ice and then use the information to identity the compound that makes up the substance.” Your chemistry teacher explained. “You all have your list of instructions. I trust you will follow them accordingly. Work with your lab partners and I expect your worksheets to be finished by tomorrow.” With that, he rang the little bell to begin the chemistry lab. You turned to face your partner and inwardly cringed. Well, shit. This is gonna be difficult. The last time you made a mistake duri

{ Gift for my friend, miistical (https://www.deviantart.com/miistical)~ } Dear Rachel,    Happy birthday, puddin'! I'm so glad I've been here for your past few birthdays. Another year older, not so much wiser //kidding! Haha, you must have totally guessed I was making this for you, right? I mean, with all those questions on Skype (and Tumblr)?? But when I asked what kind of story you'd like to see written, I was glad you mentioned Roland ;; 7;; ! I wasn't sure whether to make this a pairing fic or a reader-fic though? So I went with reader-insert to make it more personalized for ya. Hope you like it :heart: Love you to pieces, Celine P.S., ...4/20 bLAZIN' IT The Haunted Asyl

Rolling your head to the right, you let your gaze pass through the ghost who was lightly rocking in the swing next to you. Sometimes it was best to pretend you could not see them before talking to them. Ghosts could be skittish creatures, especially the older ones. They knew no one could see them, so you had to earn their trust before you earned their companionship. Your unfocused eyes went through him - at least, you thought it was a him by the build - and strayed to the treeline. Your pseudo-interest in the waving branches did its job by distracting your otherworldly swing-set partner. Focusing back to the ghost at hand, you could safely s

Dear diary, Day 483 I can remember the first time I saw one of them. I was five, and it was my birthday. She looked so lonely, standing there, a girl my age surrounded by no one near the mouth of an alley. I had heard of her death on the news just a week before, but the words 'murder' and 'kidnapping' were not words I knew of yet. But when I went up to her to touch her shoulder, my hand went right through. At first I just thought she was a magician and almost asked her if she was before I was tugged away by my frantic mother. It was only months later did I realize she was a ghost. I remember another instant that happened just last week: M

Alfred was going to get revenge upon Matthew this time. For too long he’s been walking around unpunished so he was going to get him back for all of the shit he put him and ______________ through in Canada. He decided to go searching for his only means of revenge, Eoin’s Book. He finally managed to find it in the ocean after driving a few states over. He looked through the book to find a place he could send Matthew and (M/RC). It would be nearly as fun or vengeful. He started to flip through the pages until he found something on Ancient Worlds. That entire part was written in Old English. He took an Old English course in college, m

"Poppet?" Oliver called out from the kitchen. "Yes daddy?" you said as you walked in. "Next time you go outside, bring Francois with you." "Why?" "There was a terrorist attack yesterday and today. They exploded a building on the outskirts of the town today morning." Oliver replied. When he said 'explode', you thought of a huge hole and immediately remembered the 'This.Is.Sparta!' scene. You tried kicking your brothers in multiple holes but it's too small. Since your brothers aren't home right now, there is only one person who you could kick. "I'll go get uncle Francois~! Bye daddy~!" you beamed and walked out of the kitchen. You entere

Reader isn't MC, they're two different characters. Warning for spoilers--multiple routes. It’s ten o’clock at night and you decided to make a quick run to the nearby convenience store for a snack. You were off the following day and wanted to take advantage of the midnight raid on LOLOL while indulging on one of your favorite chips. Your footsteps echoed in the snack aisle as you strode towards the lower shelf where your favorite chips were. Your eyes waved over each column, wondering if they moved it. ‘Ah—there it is! Honey Buddha Chips!’ you thought to yourself. You grabbed the last two bags, breathing a sig

Love was never in the cards that life had handed to you. Being the youngest daughter in a large and politically powerful family meant top-notch security and homeschooling. The only boys you’d ever met were sent by their own fathers to woo you and convince your father into letting them have your hand in marriage. You saw through most of these shams, and soon enough, your father had you walk around with your own personal bodyguard, even inside your home. Once you had finally asked if you’d ever have a boyfriend at dinner one day, your father replied simply. “A boyfriend isn’t necessary if you already have a fiancé