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The steaming water sloshed over the edge of the copper tub as you scrubbed furiously at your already raw skin, trying to rid yourself of an intangible filth. When you’d first entered the inn, it had only taken the well-groomed innkeeper a second to whisk you up to the finest room available and call his wife, a stout but friendly woman, to run you a hot bath. Gold worked wonders in this city.
Finally giving up on ridding yourself of the feeling of having been dirtied, realising that it would be impossible no matter how thickly you lathered the sweet-scented soap onto your body, you dropped the cloth into the water glumly. Your thoughts turned back to the recently revealed identity of your father’s killer and you shuddered despite the bathwater’s heat. A murderous urge rose from the depths of your mind and your fingers twitched. You half wondered if this burning violence had always been a part of your nature, or if it was the growing pirate in you. At
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As soon as the door to the dingy room swung open, its sole prisoner tensed. His eyes were downcast to the floor, and it you could tell that the brunet had been struggling against his restraints by the dark bruises which were forming on his wrists. He was frightened, you realised, and having been in a similar situation yourself not too long ago, you could understand why with painful clarity. Pirate or not, the position he was currently in was not a favourable one.
“Calm down, it’s only me.”
“Señorita?” He looked up at you with confusion evident in his pretty eyes, and this only grew when he noticed that you were alone.
“He’s not coming back, at least not for a while. He needs to cool his head.”
“We’ve known each other such a short time, and yet you have amazed me more times than I can count. Who exactly are you again?”
“I’m just me.” You gave a small shrug before sitting beside the
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His room was only a few doors down from yours so it only took a couple of steps to find his door, number 222. Knowing Arthur he would be asleep, dead to the world even with the storm raging on outside because he grew up with storms and rain.
That wasn’t the problem though. The problem was that you had no idea if he’d help you or not since sometimes he could help you out like the gentleman he is but sometimes he could be well, a bit of a grumpy old man. You just hoped he was in a good mood as you held your fist to the door.
You rapped on the door three times. “Arthur,” you called quietly hoping your voice wouldn’t break. You couldn’t hear any response from inside the room.
As you were about to knock again the door opened slowly. In the frame was Arthur, his blond tussled hair even more messy and he was wearing a shirt that read keep calm and drink more tea and green pyjama bottoms.
Interruption (IcelandxReader Oneshot)Hot lips that you would think to be cold slid down your neck, pressing hard here and there. Sultry hands slithered down your backbone, before pressing delectably on the small of your back, pushing you towards his body. Your equally hot hands were gripping his brown jacket, nails vainly trying to pry it from his scorched body.More Like This
You highly doubted that the movie playing on the screen was even of importance anymore. That itself was very strange in the evening, which is why you were surprised he was in the mood for this. It was surely rare when Iceland would enjoy intimate activity, for that's the type of man he is, much like his brother. The lingering thought of being interrupted by Mr. Puffin-or worse, Denmark only enticed the actions to go even faster than if the two of you were in the seclusion of his bedroom.
When the Icelandic male pulled away from your neck, which was now donning a few love bites here and there, he gripped some of your hair and pulled you down so you could mash lips
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You had been wondering the forest for at least half an hour now, trying to look for Arthur. The two of you still had to figure out how you would share the tent, but he had disappeared before you could ask him about it. Matthew had told you he had wondered off into the forest, maybe to get some down time.
“Or maybe he saw an elf or something like that,” you grumbled to yourself as you walked out into the fifth clearing that you had found.
Trees surrounded a grassy area. Flowers sprung from the ground, small insects could be seen playing about them. At the end of the clearing was a stream, supplying cold and fresh water. Suddenly you felt thirsty, your throat dry and gasping for relief. You began to walk to the stream when you noticed that someone was standing in the middle of it, waist deep and looking up to the sky. He wore no shirt and his somewhat thinly body dripped with the cold water, making it gleam in the sunlight. So this is where Arthur had disappeared to.
Game Night: Japan X ReaderYou couldn't believe this. Honestly! You expected this from Alfred, Gilbert, Feliciano- even Antonio! But out of everyone that it could have been, it just had to be Kiku that was holed up in his house doing who-knows-what? Shaking your wrist to slide your watch down and check the time, you tapped your foot even more and knocked again. Honestly, you knew he was home! You could hear him yelling for Pete's sake! Why he was yelling was still a mystery, but you were more concerned at the fact that Kiku, the human robot, was yelling.More Like This
Exasperated, you threw your arms up and looked at the sky, 'Someone help me, please and thank you!' Letting your arms grow limp and your shoulders sag, you pressed the heels of your palms into your closed eyes and groaned. Huffing, you dropped your arms and blinked repeatedly against the black spot that danced in your vision. You were not going to be deterred!
Summoning your inner ninja (you were pretty badass), you backed up a few st
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Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,