Shinkou - Grell's song in engShinkou - Grell Sutcliff's character song in English lyrics
The afterimage floating in the moonlit night
is my transient black memory.
In a distorting morning of disgrace,
I sail a voyage of corruption.
If it's an unrequited love,
then at least let us bond in the other world...
I've been making that wish countless times,
like a beast hungry for your blood!
I am after all Butler Death, always ready to kill you or our love.
The curtain that's dyeing the earth red, I'll kick it into pieces.
The cinematic records and the films of souls and memories
are what I earnestly seek, as I strum my blood-stained delusions.
Tonight I've just had a very faint dream,
where I delineate, with my sneering blade,
the eccentricity of the death gods,
in the moonlight.
The old folklore and also some red whine,
please allow me to feed them to you mouth-to-mouth...
As I dye that wish red with blood,
my trap starts to dazzle, as if to numb you.
And still I am Lady Death, always dressed extravagantly.
Vampire!FrancexReader Mates Ch: 1Vampire!FrancexReader Mates Ch: 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter one: Changes
“Good.” That was the last thing _____ heard before a pain had struck her. A pain that simply just couldn’t be described, it took her a good thirty seconds to realize that two long fangs had penetrated the soft skin of her neck. She didn’t scream, much to the displeasure of the awaiting Frenchman. He disregarded it and focused on the main prize of this situation, _____. He hated watching her in pain, even if it was something as small as a knee scrape, but this, this he wanted to bask in, he wanted to hear her howl. He wanted to hear her holler for all that was holy. He wanted her to let the world know that she was becoming his and his alone. He suckled on her neck, drawing a bit of blood from her wound, but being careful not to drink her dry. Once he had about two pints, he unwillingly released her and let the process take its place. After the euphoria from drinking his sweet _____’s blood washed off,
Dark!SpainXReaderXRomano Pt.2Ever since that day I have been haunted. Haunted by gifts. Every day, Spain left roses on England's doorstep just for me and England would have them burned immediately. There were plenty of love notes, poems, and lyrics as well but I never accepted them even if England let me. I didn't understand why this Spaniard would find me interesting at all. Everything about me was boring. I was a British lady, not someone who was easily swooned like the French! Romano should be his obsession, not me! An Italian at that! But apparently Spain's mind snapped and thought of me as his soul mate of destiny or something. Sadly I had to live with the burden of a Spaniard on my mind although England has been trying to get me distracted with other things.Dark!SpainXReaderXRomano Pt.24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I've been knitting every night before bed with a plate of three scones and milk on my nightstand. It was a scarf for Canada since his nation is a wintry one. Red and white balls of yarn rolled around on the floor as I continued in welcoming silence
Dark!SpainXReaderXRomano (Prelude)I happened to be standing beside the clock tower when I first met ___. The clock on Big Ben was showing that it was 9 o'clock. It was never tiring to admire one of my nation's landmarks. Many people passed me by as I stood leaning against the brick taking in the scenery of the night. There must've been as many lights down here as there was in the sky above, those beautiful stars. Calmly I took in a breath of the cool air, eyes closed, listening to the sounds of the surrounding city. Nothing better than thisDark!SpainXReaderXRomano (Prelude)4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Then the sound of a baby crying caught my attention. Somehow a basket containing a newborn girl was right beside me. Surely the basket wasn't there before? I would've noticed! No one seemed to be caring about this upset child and I began to think that someone left her here on purpose. But after losing America, I promised myself to never take in another child again. Ever. So much pain came from the American Revolutionary War and I didn't want to suffer more. Especially after Ma
Reader x Italy :Our Secret: Chapter 5Your POVReader x Italy :Our Secret: Chapter 54 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You look at Feli intensely as he started to splutter as he took his hands out of your hands.
"It's, err, it's nothing ____________, I promise. It's not like I killed anyone today or anything like that now is it?" Feli gabbled, looking like he was going to explode from some kind of pressure that was building up. You flinched and your eyes widened when he said the word 'kill.' You knew him like the back of your hand; sometimes he could be a very bad liar.
"Feli, you have to trust me. You don't have to hide everything you know." You said, giving Feli a softer look. Feli's cheeks flushed pink, looking shocked. He looked like he was about to break down.
"Feliciano got into a fight with a few thugs today on our day out, so he decided to fight back and teach them a lesson." A voice ringed out. You looked to find Lovino strolling towards you smoothly.
"I wasn't asking you, Lovino." You said acidly. Lovino rolled his eyes at you.
"You don't know my stupid fratello
The Judgement Part 5It had been two days ago since you cried in Feliciano's arms, after that you had been resting most of the time to recover.. even then you still had this pain in your chest that wouldn't go away, you knew what it was but you couldn't do anything against it.The Judgement Part 54 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You once again found yourself in the bed, but this time you weren't chained to the bedpost it seemed. You helped yourself get out of bed, dressing yourself properly before you decided to try the door, which for some reason was unlocked as well. You shrugged as you passed through the door, and you walked down the hallway to go over to the main hall where the altar rested.
There was nobody in sight however, which felt strange.. especially since you were watched most of the time. Your feet lightly padded against the marble floor until you made your stop when your eyes caught the sight of the colors. They were there.. all three of the gems were lying right there in front of you.
You didn't think about it when your hand slowly reached out
Dark!SpainXReaderXRomano Pt.1(Years later) (Your POV)Dark!SpainXReaderXRomano Pt.14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Smoke burst in my face and the kitchen fire alarm rang loudly above. With a sigh, I began fanning the smoke away with a paper plate wishing that my food didn't always end up like this. Fish and chips. Ruined. England's servants came in prepared with fire extinguishers, gas masks, and other sorts of equipment for fires. I coughed as I watched one servant put out the fire with his fire extinguisher while frowning the whole time. It seemed that every day I cooked, something horrible happened! Of course England had the same problem so I guess these strange signs had nothing to do with us although the servants cooked problem free.
England strode in with a worried expression, "___! Are you alright?!" Quickly he grabbed my arms and looked me over; he wasn't satisfied with my healthy appearance. His green eyes met mine once again, "What happened?"
"I'm fine! I'm fine!" I coughed a few times. "I was cooking and and BOOM!" He flinched at the sound effect. Wearily I
Viking DenmarkxReader: Chapter 6Viking!DenmarkxReader: Chapter 6Viking DenmarkxReader: Chapter 64 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Even though the festival was over it was a few months till the ice on the river broke up, thus a few more moths till the Dane could set sail again and go deeper into the island like they wanted to and like before you'd be taken along not that you weren't protesting this in the least, you wanted to join in on the adventure even if it meant sitting in a boat for hours and then watch the men get roaring drunk in various taverns and weren't really allowed to join in on the actually battle. You sighed as you went back to work, more spinning wool, this was like your old life except that was all year round plus other menial chores fit for the woman. You secretly wanted to be able to fight, you knew it wasn't possible, before they just wouldn't let you here you doubted you could keep up but if you were able to they'd put you in the back but you'd still be allowed to join.
Besides spinning you also dyed the wool which you hated, you ended up staining
You're Mine Dark!Feliciano x Reader part 2You woke up ubrupty as a sharp pain runs up you side you lay back down. You feel a hand wrap around your waist. You start crying.You're Mine Dark!Feliciano x Reader part 24 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"(y/n) tsk tsk tsk crying will only get you into more trouble." Feli says as he brings his hand back about to slap you. As his hand makes contact with your face, you have a suden flash back to when you and Feli were in middle school.
"~ve~ (y/n) I was wondering if you wanted to go to the dance with me." you looked at the boy in front of you. Giving him a small smile you reply saying.
"Sorry Feli I would but your brother already asked me." You wavve goodbye pick up your bag and dashed into your next class
~Le time skip inside le flashback~
The day of the dance you stood outside the gym waiting for Lovi to come you had'nt heard from him since first period.
"Bella my brother couldnt come!" Feli came running toward you "Hes all tied up...." Feli's normally happy smile had turned dark and deciving.
The next day Lovi was found in the janitors closet
Hetalia x Reader: ... I Visit North Italy!Hetalia x Reader: ... I Visit North Italy!1 year ago in Romance More Like This
… North Italy~! Your darling Feliciano Vargas.
You were just madly in love with that sweetheart. It was as simple as that. And, you were not afraid to admit. He was bright, bubbly, and kind and gentle. Excitable, yes, and sometimes as thick as a brick depending on the situation, but you couldn’t hold it against him. He was too cute, and you could never stop smiling when you were around him.
You’d met him by chance in World War II, when you’d joined the Allies. They’d captured Italy at the time, and he’d been crying in the corner as France and England poked and slapped him repeatedly. You’d not much appreciated the treatment you received as being part of the Allies, as according to them, a woman wasn’t fit for war. Mostly just fit for them to play around with and baby as if she were nothing more than a helpless damsel in distress, which you certainly were not (and they eventually learned it, too, and because of your long-standing friendshi