4 demon's lust Sebastianx ReaderxCiel~You sleep till noon,More Like This
You died but came to life,
Now we remove ugly thoughts~
You had woken up feeling something moving up and down your arm, it was warm and soft. You opened your eyes only to see blurry vision.
"Wh-what happened?" you tried to get up but your body felt heavy and slow, you wanted to get up but couldn't.
"Shhh, everything is going to be fine ___" you heard a very deep voice, it sounded much like Sebatians but only more evil sounding.
You looked over to where the voice came from, the figure was rubbing your arm slowly.
You couldn't think, your mind was empty, you just listened and let every word he said sink in.
"Who are you?" you weren't scared.
"___, you should know" his voice was playful and full of ego.
"S...no...Sebatian?" you were confused.
"Why can't I see anything?" you were more concerned about your loss of sight.
"I took it away for a while, it'll be more fun playing with you." he said leaning close to your face only inches away.
"Sebatian! Why would
Romano X Reader - Loving YouMore Like This
(Small warning for language. It is Romano after all.)
You knew you were supposed to be concentrating on what Gilbert was telling you. You knew it. But really, how could you resist that cute expression that Lovino was making? Even the albino's self proclaimed awesome couldn't keep your eyes away.
The boy in question was sat on one of the benches in the quiet area, the place that you and your friends went to have lunch. It was a nice, courtyard type place with benches and a small garden that only sixth formers were allowed to use. You kept glancing at him, only half listening to what the Prussian man before you was saying.
Lovino was looking at his phone with a huge blush on his cheeks, studying the words that were on the screen like they spelled his death. He had been texting someone for most of lunch, but until just now his expression had been mostly smirks and dark amusement. Now it seemed the tables had turned for whomever he was talking to.
"You aren't even listening, are you _____?
I gotta whip and I'm not afraid to use it GermanyMore Like This
Riiiing! Riiiing! Riiiing!
You groan, hearing your cell phone blasting next to you on your nightstand. You were having such a nice dream, too! What made it so nice? It couldn't be because of the blonde-haired, G. I. Joe soldier come to life, dripping wet from splashing around, man who trains you. No, it had to be the beach water that made your dream so great...Yeah, that's it. Smirk, smirk.
Answer it? No, you'll pass on that. It's not like you didn't love watching Germany getting all pumped up and sweaty-I mean, training hard with him. But today, you just wanted some alone time. Away from the ever-so quiet Japan, flirtatious Italy, and the yum-GERMANY! You weren't going to think 'yummy', never...Besides, he was all training, no love life action. Though, it didn't mean you couldn't...admire him, right?
After being taken in by the Axis alliance a year ago, you found yourself strongly attracted to Germany. Love? Maybe yes, maybe no. You weren't sure, that could be because
Prussia x Reader: It Was Worth It~More Like This
You scanned the library in search of some light reading. Running through the aisles in your little black shoes, you grabbed the first thing you found and sat to read it, your rather long plaid skirt fanning out. You chuckled inwardly at the brilliance of the first few pages and straightened your white button-down shirt and pulled out your tie a bit in preparation for the book.
You read the whole day away, skipping classes for the first time in your life. You just. . .COULDN'T put it down! You were sprawled on a padded chair, sipping hot chocolate you somehow smuggled into school, when you heard someone run in the aisles no one was supposed to enter the restricted section. Where you just happened to be hiding.
"A-ah! Frau! Hide me!" A certain Albino by the name of Gilbert Beildschmit dove behind the chair you were sitting on, and you soon knew why. Hearing pants of a mean old hag, you rearranged your body so that you where covering Gilbert. Not that he deserved helping. He was a
Teacher!Switzerland X ReaderMore Like This
You were running like hell to the German class.Again your clock was an ass and did ring when it should.You missed the bus and you didn't had time to eat your breakfast.This morning wasn't really your best.And worse your German teacher didn't like when students where late and this was your second time when you was late...not cool dude...not cool.You finally reached the class,but was a little afraid to enter,but you did anyway,you got to choose?NO.
You entered the class and the teacher was already there making the presence.He looked at you when you entered and from his face you knew he was annoyed.
"Um...sorry for coming up late,but well..."you tried to say something but what managed to come out was a nervous laugh.He sighed and rubbed his temples.
"Alright sit down."he said with in annoyed voice.You did as you was told and sit down next to your friend who just smirked at you.You in response gave her a glare.
"Alright class,i want to see your homeworks."the teacher said.You tried to find
Teacher!Prussia x Student!ReaderWarning: I swear. A lot. More than I should. But not as much as Romano, which is where I draw the line. It's good to have boundaries, right?More Like This
School sucks. Everyone knows that, right? But there's always that one class. There's always that one class where you find yourself actually enjoying yourself and learning something interesting. For you, that class was history. History with Mr. Beilschmidt. The albino man always found some tidbit to make the class laugh. His lessons were exciting, and he wasn't as uptight and stuffy as your other teachers. He was the type to sit up on his desk, legs crossed casually, and engage the whole damn class in a deep meaningful discussion, where you'd actually learn more than you ever would from a musty old textbook. And there was no denying that he was hotter than hellfire itself.
There was only one issue. Mr. Beilschmidt's ego was bigger than the freaking moon. So you and your fellow classmates took on the responsibility of knocking him down a few pegs. Y
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Arthur's POV 6
The night air was cool and the sky was dark. I didn't care much for the music they were playing, it didn't suit my tastes. Or maybe my mind was just too occupied. As soon as we arrived, Francis ran off in search for Toni, and I was left to wonder on my own, through the crowds of people, groupings of families picnicing in the grass; fists jammed in my pockets, I finally found my way under an uninhabited tree, and sat down on one of the raised roots, my knee lifted towards my chest, hands folded around my shin.
Everyone was celebrating and joyous for the uplifting concert again. I could've easily came with mum, dad, and Peter, and camped on their blanket with them, enjoying the family festivities, but I instead chose to drive with Francis, because that way I knew I could roam off on my own and not bother anyone with my misery. Or, to rephrase that better, be bothered by anyone while wallowing
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There's that moment in your life where everything just seems right. You don't feel so much hatred for the fucked up world, and the only thing that matters is that one person who you never would've gave second glance to if they never approached you to begin with. Concerts could be live-altering, for the better it seems, until the worst of it comes and bites you in the ass. Perfect is a fairytale word, never to be described for real life. And once it finally seems to actually apply to your real life, especially when your life is normally chaotic and hellish, then you should automatically start to assume the worst.
The worst wasn't even as bad as compared to the situation I found myself in. I was a hopeless case, enough said. My every thought revolved around some boy I met at a concert, and I didn't care that he was all I thought about, that I thought I actually loved this boy. I love
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Alfred's POV 1
I never really thought myself much of a thinker. All of my grades were crap because I didn't "live up to my full potential," and I couldn't focus too long on a book because, let's face it, who could really stare at a page for too long? I just didn't get reading, or every other subject, so I figured I didn't have to think much on it, which I guess caused me to throw thinking out the window altogether, but man, now I couldn't stop. It was kind of freaking me out.
Holly brought me to a concert sometime during the week, I think it was a Tuesday, and then he left me while I tried to make friends with some nameless punk kid. Man, he had a funny dance, but no sense of humour. I tried to talk to him, but he was such a stick in the mud, it was like pulling teeth to get anything out of the guy! I'd talk and talk, but he wasn't really listening to me, so I talked louder, because I figured it had to