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You walked into the living room, just as your Husband was gearing up to tell the story you had heard a hundred times.
A story your seven year old son listened to with wide eyes.
"2012 was supposed to be the end of the world. But your daddy survived it!"
You snorted, ruffling your sons blonde hair as you passed. Your husband pouted, his blue eyes going wide behind the frame of his glasses.
"What? You know George likes this story!" Your son nodded furiously, his wide grin showing the gap were he was missing a tooth.
"You'd think he'd get bored of it after a while."
"No, It's Daddy's other stories that are boring."
Alfred pretended to be shocked, flailing his arms about like he had been shot. "SON, how could you!"
He flopped to the side, making George giggle.
Sitting up, he flashed the grin that had made you melt the first time you had met.
"Okay then ______, You pick the story."
You pretended to think, tapping your chin.
PrussiaxReaderxAustria PridePrussiaxReaderxAustriaPrussiaxReaderxAustria Pride in General Fiction More Like This
You took a deep breath and entered the arch way labeled Pride. It was something you knew you could handle. You had always suppressed your emotions. Especially pride, you had learned the hard way about being too prideful.
The passageway turned into a slick, black tunnel. You grimaced, wanting to gag. Who ever had picked this obviously had horrid taste. You nearly did gag when you realized that a tar like substance was sliding sluggishly down the wall.
Right. You did not want to stay here anymore time than needed. Hurrying down the tunnel, you felt your heart sink. It just went on and on and on. What was worse, it seemed to be getting darker.
But you walked on. After all, there was nothing else you could do. Well actually, there was. You could run down the tunnel, screaming like a lunatic. Not really dignified, but it was something to consider. And it would be fun... for a little while.
You were about to indulge
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Gimme a break!
You were late for work. You glanced at your watch again, as if it would tell you the opposite. It didn't. You broke into a slow jog, trying to keep hold on the stack of papers in your arms.
Rushing around the corner, you let out a yelp as you hit someone. The person let out a curse, stumbling back a few steps.
"Sorry!!Sorry!!" You looked up, face bright red with embarrassment. The man looked at you, then grinned. He wore a fancy looking suit and a top hat was perched at a rakish angle on his head. He was also holding a cane.
"No problem love."
You nodded and stepped around him, hurrying towards work. Your boss was going to kill you.
Arthur watched as the woman hurried away, her arms wrapped tightly around the large stack of paper. Her heels clicked against the pavement. He watched as a small piece of paper fluttered to the ground, unnoticed by her retreating figure.
As it blew down the
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You headed for sloth, passing beneath the gnarled archway. There was a whine, then a click. You spun around and gasped. The archway was gone. Now you were standing in a dimly lit area. You squinted. It was a grove of trees.
The long gnarled branches were covered in strange flowers that reminded you of lotus blossoms. 'Wasn't there a myth behind the lotus flower?'
There was, it was Ancient Greek. The island of the Lotus Eaters. Anyone who ate the blossom lost all worldly worries, not caring about anything. Just wanting to sit below the trees and eat. You stomach whined and you felt saliva collecting in your mouth. They smelled really good.
You reached out to take one, then stopped, face pale. Beneath the tree was a bleach white skeleton. You glanced about and shivered, there were several skeletons beneath each tree.
Either they had died and turned to skeletons naturally.... or, something had eaten them. A tree branch ru
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Where the hell where you? You sighed and looked at the scrap of paper for what felt like the hundredth time in an hour.
You hadn't passed any of the streets listed on here. How the hell did you always get lost? You could use a frickin' GPS and still get lost.
Crumbling the paper, you tossed it into the nearest trash can, completely giving up. Better to find the nearest hotel and ask for directions in the morning, it was getting dark out.
You walked quickly down the maze of streets slowly becoming disoriented.
Stopping at the mouth of an alley, you stopped panting slightly. These were all office buildings, no hotels in sight.
A muffled yelp came from above. You frowned and looked up.
One of the large office window exploded outwards, two men falling to the pavement below. You stepped back in surprise, shaking slightly.
There was a brief struggle, you had trouble seeing what was happening, the alley was to dark.
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Salem Witch Trials
The Salem Witch Trail. Your least favorite time in history. A time period your rather chauvinistic male teacher enjoyed reading about.
You tuned him out, staring out the classroom window. The hum of voices and your teachers loud, whine of a voice faded into the background. You blinked, eyelids feeling heavy.
Am I going to fall asleep in class? You blinked rubbing your eyes. The heavy sleepy feeling grew. Your eyes closed and you slumped against your desk, fast asleep.
(Okay people, this is were things get a little complicated. I am going to have everyone (except the reader) talk in that really confusing old English >_> Please excuse my really shitty attempt. Bear with me people.)
"________." Someone was gently shaking your shoulder. You sighed and waved you hand in an attempt to shake the person off.
"Thy have to wake up. T
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A heavy weight was crushing your chest. You tried to shift out of the way, knowing without opening your eyes what it was.
"Get off Gilbert."
"Nien." He mumbled, tightening his hold on your waist.
You propped yourself up on your elbows, frowning down at the man.
His face was pressed in between your breasts, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.
He did this every night. Sneaking into your bed, leaving you to wake up extremely pissed.
Gilbert had been doing this for two years now.
You could lock your door, set up booby traps and even a burglar alarm. The Prussian managed to get past all of them without waking you up.
"What will your girlfriend think Gilbert?"
He scowled, nuzzling his face against your chest. You blushed, trying to hide it with an angry glare.
Okay. Maybe you liked waking up with him at your side. Maybe you forgot to lock your door every now and then.
You liked Gilbert, more tha
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Fast forward: Part one
You glared at the text book in front of you, rubbing your tired eyes. Why was learning history so hard sometimes? It was like the authors wanted you to die of boredom before you got past the first chapter. And of course, the subject you had picked was the worst of any type of history.
Revolutions. Sure they were necessary in some ways, but seriously, there was only so much one person could read before they found themselves drooling on the book, fast asleep.
You rubbed your eyes again as the words blurred on the page. Glancing at your watch you cursed. Five minutes until the public library closed. Getting up, you stretched and sighed. Putting the books back, you walked past the head librarian and outside.
A cold wind whipped through the air, messing your hair and making your shiver. Why was is so windy on a spring day? You blinked and stopped in your tracks, turning in a slow circle.
There was no one on the stre
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Fast Forward: Part two
Moments after you had agreed to help, you found yourself being escorted to a large black vehicle. Matthew grabbed you about the waist, lifting you in. You blushed and watched as he and the others clambered in.
"Buckle up." He pointed to the seats lining to interior of the vehicle. You sat down in one and pulled the seat belt on. It was on of those kinds that buckled in an X across the chest. The other four also sat in the back, strapping themselves in.
Matthew entered the cockpit, sliding the door shut behind him.
Silence fell in the cabin. you stared at your hands, trying to ignore the fact that the other men were staring at you.
"So um.... What else have the Vargas brothers done?"
They all flinched when you spoke, then relaxed. Geez, it was like talking to skittish cats.
"Vell, zere's me." The albino spoke up, grinning cockily. You stared at him, waiting for him to elaborate. His smile faltered, then v
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Chapter Two- An unexpected twist
"Is this really going to work?" You grit your teeth, fingers locked in a death grip around your seat belt as the large black van bumped down the litter strewn streets.
"Trust me _____. Ven I come up ziz a plan, it always vorks."
Gilbert glanced over at you, ruined mouth hidden beneath clean white bandages. On your lap Antonio snorted from inside of his box.
"I remember this one plan you had Amigo. It involved me going into a dark room first. A truly brilliant plan."
You glanced down at Antonio, he smirked at you and continued teasing his friend.
"If I remember correctly I was decapitated and you died!"
"Zat vas vhen I vas alive! Zose plans don't count!!"
You sighed as Antonio began laugh, switching to Spanish as he began taunting his friend. Gilbert responded in German, glaring down at the Spaniards head. In the seat behind you Ludwig sighed, lips pressed into a thin line. N
Behave (FranceXReader)Lovelorn sunlight drifted past the curtains, their white cotton sashaying in the warm breeze. The evening sun was peeking out from behind the horizon, seemingly telling everyone goodbye and waving its sunray arms. A soft sigh escaped you, a strand of your (h/c) hair misbehaving and escaping the elaborate hairdo Francis had created. “Amour, you should not be sighing.”Behave (FranceXReader) in Romance More Like This
To that you snorted quietly, your eyes on your reflection in the old mirror. Its surface was cracked in places and you could see the wooden back that held the glass up, but you still didn’t get rid of it; it had been a present from Francis’ late mother. “You know amour, you’re being a bad girl dressing like this.” Again, you snorted but this time you looked up to confront the blond, who was meticulously cleaning your shoulders from any dust or fluff.
His blue eyes caught your accusatory stare and he blushed, the red on his cheeks matching the red of the rose he had tucked in his su
The last specimen pt.7 (ScotlandXLast!Reader)“Allistor? Allistooooor.” Prim said flatly, poking the redhead first in the cheek and then in the gut. She’d been doing this for the last five minutes; hovering over the sleeping male who seemed out cold for all the reaction he was giving her. “Alliieeeeeee-“ this time she pinched his nose, “-stoooooor.” The chainsaw snoring came to an abrupt halt, a loud cough and gurgle following quickly. Sitting bolt upright, he spluttered for air.The last specimen pt.7 (ScotlandXLast!Reader) in Romance More Like This
“Are you trying to kill me woman?!” He wheezed, clutching his gut and pretending to die. She giggled quietly at his exaggerated actions, smiling back at him when he stretched out on his side, his hand holding his head up. “Did you sleep okay?” He asked her, to which she nodded. “You didn’t have to sleep on the sofa you know,” she said, watching as his cheeks reddened to match his hair.
“No, no,” he protested, “I wanted to be a gentleman.” The girl s
Up part. 2 (GermaniaXAngel!Reader)Feeling your heart hammering against your chest at three miles a second, you gradually sat up and dragged yourself back to the edge. Cautiously, you peeked over the side. He had disappeared out of your sight, leaving not a trace behind. Only one thing stuck in your mind. He’d seen you.Up part. 2 (GermaniaXAngel!Reader) in Romance More Like This
You stared at your plain, white ceiling and still you couldn’t dive into the recesses of sleep. It was bothering you more than you should, the idea that this seemingly ordinary guy had been able to see you. You had no doubt in your mind anymore, he had seen you. There was no mistaking it!
The bed creaked, your sheets nearly sliding off you as you turned on your side. Well, you called him ‘ordinary’ but the guy looked good enough to have been a model. Or an actor. But surely if he was well known people would be swarming around him, like those photographers in those candid-camera magazines. What were they called again? Paparazza? No, that didn’t sound right.
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You scowled, slacking a sigh as the Danish duke stepped up to you. Why did it have to be him of all people! You grumbled, your cheeks flushing pink slightly. The blond had been teasing you for pretty much your entire life and now your mother asked him to be your dance partner?! Wat was she thinking?
Following the usual routine and scowling as usual at his arrogant smirk, which you wouldn’t admit made your heart skip a beat, you curtsied to him – though only sinking through your knees a micromillimeter.
He bowed, one of his hand reaching to embrace yours. Stepping closer to you, he placed his other on your waist whilst you softly touched his shoulder.
A sidestep here, a delicate twirl there – just the usual. It was so boring, making your mind race with possibilities to make it more interesting. Suddenly you had what you thought was a brilliant idea and you immediately set about to complete it. Tightening your gip on his shoulder, you smiled wistfully at him and p
The last specimen pt. 5 (ScotlandXLast!Reader)He knew what he had to do. He knew he couldn’t and wouldn’t leave her like that.The last specimen pt. 5 (ScotlandXLast!Reader) in Romance More Like This
He was going to bust her out of there.
“Ami, they’ll have your head for this.” Allistor growled in annoyance, tugging on his cuffs. “I don’t care! I need to get (Y/n) out of there!” The Frenchman sighed and waved his hand. “Honestly, Allistor. What’s so great about this guy that you have to break him out of the science centre?” Of course, Francis hadn’t a clue about Prim being a woman, nor about why she was in the centre to begin with. Frankly, it was a miracle that he wasn’t asking questions yet. And even if he did, Allistor had an ace up his sleeve.
“You know I’ll put in a good word with Artie for you.” With that the Frenchman stiffened up and gave him a mock salute. “When do we start?” Allistor smiled wryly. Despite Francis desperately wanting to get in his brother’s pants, he wasn
Breaking the unbreakable rule(FranceXReader)“Sorry, but errr, I kind of need to go to class now.” You apologized sheepishly, rubbing your neck when your fanclub groaned in protest. You didn’t really understand why you’d gained such a following in school, well if anything it was because you didn’t understand why people liked you that they liked you.Breaking the unbreakable rule(FranceXReader) in Romance More Like This
You weren’t conceited in any way, innocent and but a tad naive and they loved you for it.
“I’m so sorry!” You cried, making a dash for it. After a bit of a chase, your fans scattered as they too needed to get to class.Flinging the door to your class open, you started apologizing immediately. “I’m so, so sorry I’m late sir!”
The teacher sighed, but as he knew as most did about your predicament, he merely pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just take your seat already.”
Smiling in relief you sat down, slinging your bag from your shoulder onto the floor next to you. When the door opened again, you glan
No light left (Bohemian!FranceXDying!Reader)Laboured breathing echoed in the tiny, unordered room. Francis’s trembling hands clasped cooler ones, his bloodshot eyes that resembled the baby blue sky of the heavens resting on your pale visage. “Amour,” he started, his voice cracking as his brittle, hushed voice broke the dreaded silence.No light left (Bohemian!FranceXDying!Reader) in Romance More Like This
“Amour, if you can hear me, please I just, I just wanted to say that I-I,” he whispered, freezing his sentence when your cracked lips started forming unspoken words.
As you mimed the French words, tears pooled in your once bright eyes. “I-it’s okay, don’t worry, you don’t have to speak,” Francis cooed at you, the soft skin of his thumb tracing your jaw. Using what little strength you had, you placed your shaking palm on his and closed your eyes in happiness.
It took all willpower Francis had not to break down right then and there. His unshaven, stubbled chin started shaking but he bit his lip to keep his wits about him. “I lov
The last specimen pt. 4 (ScotlandXLast!Reader)He hadn’t noticed it at first glance, but the looming shape of the science centre looked menacing all of a sudden, like a gloomy prison of sorts. Gulping down his feeling of unease, he set his jaw and turned, vowing to return for Prim if he was called or not.The last specimen pt. 4 (ScotlandXLast!Reader) in Romance More Like This
As if turned out Allistor didn’t have to worry himself about breaking into the science centre – he’d been summoned by the esteemed professor albeit in a disgruntled manner with the words that Prim wanted to see him again. He didn’t add the fact that the girl had threatened to go on a hunger strike should they refuse her demand.
Currently he was discussing different names with Prim, hoping that perhaps if he said the name she used to go by, it would ring a bell in her lost memory. Whilst he was searching the internet for girls’ names and reading them aloud, she was trying her best to remember if it was the right one. However so far, they had no such luck. Now he was skimming through a list
You only have one shot (Mafia!RomanoXReader) MANGOSeveral ancient fast-food wrappers blew in front of their steadily moving feet, faded pages of out-of-print tabloids rumpling past as they advanced down the stairs of which several grimy tiles were cracked or even completely missing. Lovino stared down at the abandoned metro station, the looming darkness worrying him; an ambush could have been planned and easily carried out should they simply walk in.You only have one shot (Mafia!RomanoXReader) MANGO in Romance More Like This
With one hand in his jacket, he narrowed his amber eyes though the motion went unnoticed; the dark shades he was wearing covered them completely. He jerked his head to the side wordlessly, one of his men responding instantly. The switch knives the tall man usually couldn’t be used well in gunfights and the like, even if this particular guy had killer aim, quite literally. No, now his skilled left hand went to the smaller automatic he had hidden in the back of his trousers, held up by his leather belt.
With no further ado he shifted forward, sticking to the rundown wall of the stairs
The secret melody (Spirit!AustriaXCellist!Reader)Tears budded in your eyes, your left hand gripping the neck of the elegant instrument tightly whilst the other made sure the tense bow didn’t fall to the ground. You bowed stiffly, making your way off the small, makeshift stage as the public continued to applaud you for your effort.The secret melody (Spirit!AustriaXCellist!Reader) in Romance More Like This
Your effort. They weren’t applauding you because you’d done well, they were applauding you because you’d put on a brave face and gone up there, ruining your piece whilst you struggled to keep from bursting into tears.
“I’m sorry, Rosalind,” you murmured to your cherry-red cello, your hands still trembling in the aftermath of the nerves. “I failed you.” After taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you packed your instrument in her case and disappeared home, not bothering to say goodbye to anyone; they were too busy listening to the others’ performances anyway.
The pent-up tears trickled down your flushed cheeks, your breath becoming smoky as you e