Mad World |Epilogue| by ChainsTheProphet, literature
Literature
Mad World |Epilogue|
Warning: sexual themes, slight language, and mentally ill concept: If you played the game, you should know this already.
Epilogue
{Male! Alice Liddell x Fem! Reader}
5 years later…
It was a burden being beautiful. You finally saw what the others had to go through as they roamed the streets being wanted and choosing whether or not they should delve in those passions of the men who wanted them.
The same was happening to you, but you have had enough of becoming a channel for pleasure. You were you and you chose to be whatever you wanted to be. And that was to become a weaver. After leaving Madam Nan with her blessing,
Phantom x Reader by Catherinegreenapple3, literature
Literature
Phantom x Reader
Reader x Erik (Phantom) Dark waltz
You have been working in the theatre for years learning about music, drama and passion so the situations with the ghost were not new to you; ever since you were a child he had haunted the opera house however you didn’t pay attention to it. You were the pianist and an amazing one at that you didn’t rely on your eyes to play but the music itself, the way it lightly dips and raises was enchanting. Music to put it bluntly was your life. But no one ever acknowledges the pianist it was always about the prima donna, the lead opera singer, but you didn’t mind you were used to nobody seeing you.
Had To Be You (Male!JessicaRabbitxReader) One-Shot by LeFantomeDancer, literature
Literature
Had To Be You (Male!JessicaRabbitxReader) One-Shot
~A/N: I am a sneaky devil, I know lol. I'm sorry for posting on such a family-oriented day, but the truth is this is the first time in my life I'm not able to spend Thanksgiving with my parents/family. So I figured I'd spend it with people I also love so very dearly: you guys!! To those who are also having to spend today alone, I'm there with you in my heart. I love ya'll~
~Jessica=Jessie~
Strawberry fields.
That’s what it always reminds you of as your hand weaves in and out of thick waves, twisting them over and beneath each other in ways that often pulls soft hums and, perhaps, a tired groan. Your fingers move down to the slender y
Avengers x Reader: She's Phantom Angry by rainbownarwhal9, literature
Literature
Avengers x Reader: She's Phantom Angry
"I HATE YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU AND MOST DEFINITELY YOU!!!" you screamed as you stormed into your room.
You were with the Avengers for quite a while now. You were the best hacker in the world. The Avengers found you when you hacked into the most secure files of S.H.I.E.L.D. Even Tony couldn't hack into those files. But for you, It was a piece of cake. Today, each and every one of them has pissed you off in some sort of way. And today wasn't the best day, or in better terms, it wasn't the best time of the month to get on your bad side. The most annoying thing though, was that each Avenger did something to upset you. Not all of them at on
erik x reader | magister. by withinyoureyes, literature
Literature
erik x reader | magister.
please listen to this while reading this piece !
♚Slowly, gently night unfolds its splendor,
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Pipes from the organ roar as he sets out orchestrating and polishing the notes for his next enchanting piece. The tip of his quill dances across the thick golden parchment that was pushed against the music stand as he makes an edit in the tune, the shoulders scratching against the texture as the slit bleeds black, glossy ink, while the light vanes and barb kiss and skim against his leather hand. His vigorous gaze was set reverently on the staff of his music sheet, which seemed be misaligned with clefs a
Phantom of the Opera x Reader ~ Finding a Friend by RandmWriter, literature
Literature
Phantom of the Opera x Reader ~ Finding a Friend
"ERRIIIIKK!" (Name) yelled from the living room for the umpteenth time.
She groaned in frustration as the soft melody of Pachabell's "Canon in D" - wafting in from the masked man's room - didn't so much as waver at her call.
Bloody friking typical.
If anyone were to ask, she could say with complete and utter confidence, that though the virtuoso had spent half of his time in the 21st century doing what any man-out-of-time would - which was getting confused over new things - the other half of his time was not for eating, sleeping, or staring outside the window with a haunted look in his eyes. Quite literally fifty percent of his wakin