Hey ya'll I've started a new fanfiction/original story on Wattpad.com
I update every Tuesday.
I have plans to turn this one into a large crossover as soon as I finish the story.
Here is the link:
MatchesMatches by Banshee-Scream
Once upon a time in a little candle store on a quiet street there was a community of matches.
They were so close and happy and content with their self life. They all got along, helping each other out when they needed it and chatting kindly with everyone.
That was until one little match discovered a secret.
The secret of fire.
Once she found it she became enamored. Her father and mother told her that fire was not for her; that she should be content with her life on the candle shop self. But the little match didn’t listen. She became obsessed with the idea of fire. So, when her parents weren’t looking, she lit herself.
Oh, how it felt so good. She felt warmth spread all over her little wooden body. Light illuminated the area around her. How could such a beautiful thing be so bad? She thought. My parents must be stupid.
Quickly she went out to show all her friends. Everyone stared in awe at her. With her little flame she looked so beautiful and different from all the other mat
EnglandXReader: Finding Alfred (And Matthew)EnglandXReader: Finding Alfred (And Matthew) by Banshee-Scream
You smiled, rubbing your stomach as your husband and you sat on the front porch of your new house. It had been a hectic move, but finally all the boxes were opened and the baby room was painted.
“So, _______, when you said you wanted an place with a view, you didn't think that we we're gonna get the whole forest, did you?” Arthur took a deep breath and coughed on that ‘fresh air’. To most people it smelled like manure. “Oh yeah. A man can breathe out here.”
Laughing you stood up and hugged him, giving him a small peck on the cheek.
The two of you sighed.
“So, you do like it, don't you?”
“I love it,” you amended. “But Artie, I know that the forest view is beautiful. And we have some great schools nearby but…”
Arthur held his breath, “But?”
“Do we really need so much space?”
“_________, poppet, these are our kids we're talking about. They deserve the best!” He kissed y