Back to You - Germany x reader: Part 2
'This is so boooring~!'
You couldn't help but stand up again and go to the bathroom. Actually it was the fifth time you went there, and going to the toilet was only an excuse to you to stand up and walk a little. You were still in the airplane, for 6 hours now and it was dark outside. Most people were sleeping, but some of them were also watching a movie in the small TV (which was in the seat in front of their own) or just reading something. You had done all this things and now you were bored.
Sure, you were very excited that you'd get to see Ludwig again and all this stuff, but being in the plane was just and only boring. The space between the seats were too short, the old man that sat next to you was a fat one so he occupied more space that he actually should, letting even less for you and you were also hungry. Not to say that you would have six more hours until you arrived Germany.
You sighed and walked through the corridor. The bathroom was free so you entered. Hell, even th
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Your (e/c) eyes wandered around the pet store filled with excitement. Today was the day you were going to buy your own pet. Lately after your parents death you started to feel lonely so here you where, wondering what kind of animal you should get to keep you company.
You walked around for what felt like hours until something caught your eye. You went closer and noticed it was a brown and black german shepard. You stretched out your hand to pat his head, it was really soft.
"You like him?"You turned and saw your friend Elisabeta standing there with a smile.
"Hi Liz, when did you get here?" You asked.
"I just came, I work part- time here." Liz answered.
"So you want Ludwig? He seems to like you" Liz asked.
You took a look at Ludwig, could you really take care of him? What you had heard a dog needed much attention and love, could you offer that?
"Yeah, I'll buy him" You said. You paid for Ludwig and got out from the store.
"Listen now Ludwig, you gonna have to do what I say okay?" You sai
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The lights of the entrance flicker as you enter the apartment building. There is a man out in the hall, sitting in an old chair in front of his apartment. He nods a hello at you, but he doesn't offer to help you with all your bags of groceries. In his defense, he's about sixty or so, and his back is humped, and his hands tremble a lot. Besides, you might manage to get up the stairs to your third-floor apartment.
"Hallo, Mr. Pickering," a familiar voice says as someone enters the apartment building just as you start up the stairs.
Mr. Pickering gives him the usual greeting.
You hear a rush of feet before Ludwig Beilschmidt shows up behind you. "Miss __________, do you need help?"
"I yes, I'd be ever so grateful"
He takes all the bags from your hand and heads up the steps to the third floor with absolute ease. You try to keep up, wondering how in the world he can go walk so quickly with nearly fifty pounds of food and supplies for the week.
Ludwig lives diagonally from
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"Damn no scoper!" you yelled at the television screen, tossing your hands in the air. Your team had just lost a Slayer Mode match in Halo Reach, and you were furious.
Your (h/l) (h/c) hair was tied into a messy knot on the top of your head. In front of you was a slice of left over pizza that you had stopped eating; you had lost interest in it when the match had started.
"Why do I always get teamed with the fags," you mumbled, picking up your phone and checking your text messages.
"Ludwig ." you thought to yourself, while opening the new message.
From: Ludwig @ 5:20 p.m.
Hallo, _________. I'm sorry to ask this, but could you please stop by my house to help me study for our (favorite school subject) test? I would appreciate it very much.
You snickered at how form
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Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. A loud ringing noise buzzed in your ear. You dragged your feet.
As dazed as you were from the blow of something you didn't see, you had no idea what was going on.
You just heard screams that sounded like they were coming from a mile away, and every now and then the ground rumbled.
You stopped walking for a second when you heard someone roar your name. Blinking, you turned around to see your beautiful German home where you lived with your family.
A smile spread across your face. One normal thing left in this weird existence that you were seeing.
All of a sudden a rapid amount of noise hit you like a train. You didn't know what it was, but something snapped you out of your trance.
The ground shook again, this time a lot. You cried out and sprinted for the house, terrified. WHAT'S GOING ON?!
You were tackled to the ground by someone strong, but you weren't hurt by that. The pain was coming from somewhere else that
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Using human names for this fic. My second deviation
A ripping sound was heard, and there you were, rubbing your sore rear in the bathtub. You just finished relaxing from a bubble bath, and stood up to unplug the drain. Unfortunately, you slipped and your reflexes cause you to grab your pineapple-patterned shower curtains, ripping half of them apart. "Aaarrrgghhh!" You groaned. Now you had to buy new shower curtains. Lazily, you lifted your bum off the bath tub, and dried your body and (h/c) (h/l) hair using a (f/c) plaid towel.
You put on a purple tank top and a pair of black skinny jeans. You wore a black jacket to shield your skin against the freezing cold. With that, you grabbed your bag, and started driving your car to the nearest Home Depot, in search for shower curtains.
You finally found the one you like, a (f/c) one with white snowflake prints on it. You ran to an empty line, and a tall man went after you. &
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*Reader-chan with 4 years*
"Hey,hey! Luddy-chan! Where are you?"
A little girl named _______ run between the trees with her hair tied up in two pony tails, each on one side of her head and wearing a [f/c] dress.
"I'm here, _______!" said a young boy with a heavy German accent. The little girl turned to the way the voice came and ran, searching for her friend. And as she saw him, _______ glomped at the boy, hugging his neck with her small thin arms.
"Found you Luddy-chan!" she said with a cute childish smile.
"__-_______! I already told you not to call me that!" he answered, a light blush covering his face. Though he was only two years older than her, he easily lifted _______, so that her feet wasn't touching the grass anymore.
"But Luddy-chan sounds cute!"
"It's not cute! I'm a boy, _______! I can't be named Luddy-chan!"
________'s eyes filed up with tears that were threating to fall and a sad look came into her face.
"Y-you don't l-like the name _______-chan gave you?"
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---------- One year later, ______'s Mother P.O.V. ------------
It has been difficult. Since the Beilschmidt brothers moved away, _______ hasn't been the same anymore. She don't eat if I don't obligate her, she doesn't play with other kids or went outside. She cried most of the time while looking at photos of her and Ludwig. It broke my heart, but there was nothing I could do but wait until she woke up from her trance and realizes that it isn't the end of the world.
At least I hope it isn't.
---------- Twelve years later, normal P.O.V. ---------
Now you were 17 years old, and hadn't seen Ludwig yet. You lived your life like always: went to high school, did your homework had a half period job in a maid café so you could spare your own money and made friends. Until now you never had a boyfriend, because you realized that your heart already belonged to someone else. Yes, the close friendship you had with the German man turned into another thing to you, that you only noticed after he w
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"Wow... I still don't believe you're here..." Gilbert shook his head with a smile on his face, while holding the steering-wheel.
"Me neither… I mean, of course I believe I'm here in Germany, but that I found you that quickly? No, this's what I can't."
Gilbert just nodded, the smile in his face even bigger.
"What were you doing in the train station by the way?" you asked, looking at him.
"Oh, I just brought zhat stupid Austria guy zhere, since he doesn't know vhere's anything round here…"
"Well, I'm really, really, really lucky to have found you. Seriously, Gil, if it were not you, I'd be completely lost!"
"Hehe, of course you'd be, but you found zhe awesome me, so now you're out of zroubles!"
You laughed a bit, but just remembering the fear that you felt, you shivered and discretely hugged yourself. "I was really scared, Gil…" you whispered, looking out of the window.
Gilbert's smile was gone and an uncommon serious expression substituted it. He glanced at you quickly and looked back a
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Hey Ludwig. Long time no see!... Hey Ludwig. Long time no see!... Hey Ludwig. Long time no see!...
You wanted to die.
How could you possibly say something like this to the person you loved? To the person you didn't saw for 13 years?! You mentally killed yourself in humiliation. Again.
Ludwig stood there, looking wide-eyed at you, as if he didn't believe his eyes. You tried to not show how embarrassed you were with what you said but Gilbert wasn't helping at all (he was practically rolling on the floor with laughter). You gave him a (very) annoyed look but this just made him laugh even more.
You sighed and ignored him, focusing on his younger brother.
"__-_______?" the German man asked.
"What are you doing here?" he whispered, a little shocked yet.
You felt your heart clench. What did he meant with 'what are you doing here'? 'I'm here to see you, goddamnit!'
"I-I'm here to make y-you guys a visit…" you answered, shyly. Why were you being shy a
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Iron Cross Necklace?
You wince, looking over at the man next to you who had just dropped the necklace in.
"You're kidding me, right?" Germany asks his brother, a little annoyed.
"Well, howdy to you too, Germany!" you scoff, jumping from your seat to hide in the little closet. It wasn't his fault, he didn't know you had a crush on him. He flushes, jogging after you.
"(Y/n), I didn't mean it that way..." he touches your crossed arms. You flinch but refuse to let him win. "It's just, Prussia knows that I..."
You look at him expectantly, hoping he would say it first. He clears his throat, blushing at the cute face you were making.
"Ich liebe dich, (Y/n)." he murmurs, turning away from you.
"Good, that means I can do this." you grab him, forcing him down to your height and crashing your lips over his. Your power over him doesn't last long, though. After a short amount of time, Germany over-powers y
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"Anything you can do, I can do better. I can do anything better than you." You sang smirking at your duet partner.
"Nein, you can't." He replied crossing his arms over his chest.
"Yes, I can." You replied walking over to him and smirking again.
"Nein, you can't." He replied trying to avoid eye contact with you.
"Yes, I can." You replied almost in a sing-song voice.
"Nein, you can't." He stated.
"Yes, I can, yes, I can!" You said throwing your arms in the air, your partner started walking towards you, making sure his back wasn't to the audience.
"I can shoot a partridge vith a single cartridge." He sang putting his fists on his hips.
"I can get a sparrow with a bow and arrow." You sang trying to out do him.
"I can live on bread und cheese." He sang back.
"And only on that?" You asked.
"Ja." He replied cockily.
"So can a rat!" You laughed walking away from him.
"I can yump a hurdle." He stated, causing you to turn around to face him.
"I can wear a girdle." You smirked approaching him.
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A crack of thunder filled your room, illuminating the darkness that surrounded you as you lightly slept. Your eyes popped open, the grip on your (f/c) sheets automaticlly getting tighter. A little part of you knew that it might have stormed tonight. Every night before your father tucked you into bed, you knelt on the wooden chest made by him infront of your window. You liked to stare at the bright moon in the sky, little stars dotted across the dark.
But that night, your moon hadn't appeared, and the little stars that surrounded it wern't there. Instead, gray, gloomy clouds surrounded the sky, the dead trees outside your window swayed back and fourth slightly. You guessed it might have rained, but the thought of lightning never registered in your head.
Now, as you sat in your bed, the covers pulled up to your nose, you were absolutely petrified. It was only when a second crash of thunder filled your ears you darted out of your bed, falling to the carpeted floor beneath you. Tears prick
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You lay on your thin matress looking at the wall which had peeling wall paper on it. You had been sent to ''bed'' in disgrace because you had opened your eyes during your lunch prayer. You didnt even get to eat your small lunch of a slice of bread and slice of cheese. Icey cold air circulated through the room. The icy air blew around your legs and you shivered. Your thin dress made sure you stayed freezing cold and they didn't give you blankets at the orphanage.
''Only a few more.... maybe days.... how... how many...'' you whispered softly to yourself.You didn't get education at the orphanage, or food alot of the time. There were loud screams and cries outside. Or that could very well be inside the orphanage. No, it was de
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"What is it now, ________?" You mom sighed.
"You guys didn't read me a bedtime story!"
Your mom sighed again. "Sweetie, it's late. Can't you go one night without a story?"
You shook your head stubbornly, water blurring your vision.
"Okay… fine. I'll go get my book."
"Nooooooooo! I vant Daddy to read his stories to me!" You yelled.
"What?" You mother said, shocked. You'd been doing this quite a bit lately, asking for your father, Ludwig (whom you got your accent from, seeing as how your mother didn't have one), to read stories to you. That used to be her thing! It made her kind of jealous…
"Luddy, what book are you reading to her?... It's not one of the ones I found in the closet, is it?"
Your father's face turned bright red at this. "No, liebling. I got rid of those, remember?"
Lies. But that was another story for another day.
"Vat books is mommy talking about, daddy?" You asked,
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Ludwig adopted you a few weeks ago. He didn't plan on taking care of you for a long while, he wanted to pass you as soon as possible, he didn't have much time for raising children. He was already busy enough.
And with being so busy came a lot of frustration too, he was pretty annoyed lately. He often walked around growling and mumbling words in German that you never understood. When you saw him like that, you rather turned around and sneaked back to your room, hoping he didn't even notice you.
No, he never hurt you. Your father did back then. Until you got finally rescued and now just the sight of a strong and tall man scared you. You feared Ludwig and you shivered when you looked into those icy blue eyes. When he touched you, your body tensed automatically. When he woke you in the morning, he didn't have to say twice, you jumped o
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"(Your name) vhat are you looking at?" Ludwig, also known as germany, replied standing above the (h/c) haired girl sitting at his computer. She was hardly paying attention, just glaring at the screen in front of her.
"Hmm.." was all he got from her. Sighing, he grabbed a newspaper and began to read it while still staring at her, wondering what on earth she was doing.
"Is it true all Germans are mean and tough?"
Ludwig took a moment to understand what she was asking, making sure he didn't take it the wrong way.
"No (your name), why vould you think something like zat-"
"Are Germans always angry?"
His face began to heat up. It was like she was pressuring him.
"No (your name), I don't see why zis is-"
"Are all Germans obsessed with beer?"
Ludwig's eyebrow twitched slightly.
"N-no! Verdammit (your name).."
"Do you guys only eat sausage and schnitzels?"
"Of course not!" Ludwig was getting furious. Not at (your name), but at the damn stereotypes she was reading about him and his culture. He d
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However to your displeasure, your boyfriend Ludwig walked in to find you being a lazy butt, but he had no clue why.
He was deeply into the whole 'fitness' and 'training' thing, which you didn't have a problem with. He got a nice body from it, along with a good sence of hard core badass-ness.
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The first thing you woke up to was a white blanket covering North Italy's grounds. You couldn't help but laugh, it was extremely rare to get snow here, and yet there it was. The snowflakes fell from the sky like weightless feathers, only to clump together on the crisp, frozen ground. You weren't surprised when you saw your good friend Feliciano springing along amongst the snow like an over excited child, his small brown curl bouncing slightly with every leap of faith he took to get further into the thickening snow. He was dressed in a thick, bright blue coat and his normal blue trousers and boots, his everlasting smile on his face. However, his happiness was short lived as his foot hit something unseen and his body fell forwards and he face planted into the snow, creating a snow angel like that of a cartoon. You waited for him to resurface, but it didn't happen. What you did notice however, was a line of snow being upturned as it made its way back towards the house. How very Feliciano.
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“There’s no way.”
“It’s not possible.”
“Oh, ja, it is!” Gilbert retorted to Ludwig and _____ as they sat in the airport, waiting for their luggage.
_____ rolled her eyes. “Gil, it’s impossible. There is absolutely no way you can put your entire fist in your mouth.”
“Ja, there is! Watch this!” As promised, Gilbert executed the stunt, inserting his fist gracelessly into his mouth, and winning the cheers of his best friends Antonio and Francis. Contorting his jaw, he managed to slip his fist back out and wipe his saliva off onto his pant leg.
Ludwig face-palmed. “Mein Gott. What is wrong with mein bruder?”
“Oh, he’s not that bad,” assured _____, putting her hand on his shoulder.
He stiffened at this, and blushed when her hand remained there. He had had feelings for her for some time now, and he would be confused whenever his heart fluttered at the very thought of h
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You wished you could tell him how amazing he was.
The bright sun of the summer afternoon lightly rested on his messy blond hair. His fingers danced nimbly across the frets of his favorite guitar as he strummed and picked at the strings casually, spilling out random bits and pieces of different melodies and harmonies. You cracked a very slight smile when you heard a familiar chord pattern. A Green Day song; "Viva la Gloria". Green Day was one of your favorite bands, and his, too. He could play nearly every one of their songs, and he knew every lyric they'd ever written. You found yourself humming the tune gently, not bothering to form the words that made up the song.
A slight breeze passed through an open window, tousling the back of his hair and caressing your face.
You'd never heard him sing. For some reason, that was what you wanted to hear on that Thursday afternoon at his house.
"Hey, Arthur," you said after a while.
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"(Name)?" You turned your face from the chocolate and romantic movie to meet the bright blue eyes of your little brother, "What?" He tilted his head, blond hair defying gravity and not moving, "Why are you eating so much candy? Mom says it's bad for- Are you crying?!"
Matthias quickly ran over and jumped on your (f/c) couch, landing on his little 7 year old feet, "Did somebody hurt you?! Are you okay? Do I need to kill somebody?!"
His tiny hands gripped your face and wiped the very few tears that escaped your (e/c) eyes, his usual grinning face was now serious and admittedly, a bit intimidating.
You chuckled at his concern and ruffled his hair, answering, "Nah, Denny, this movie is pretty sad and also reminds me I'm 16 and is single on Valentine's Day." Sighing, you turned off the movie and moved the candy off your lap and onto the couch, oblivious to Matthias's curious stare until he spoke, "What is Valentine's Day? When I asked at school, they said it was a day of love and mushy stuf
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Looking at the endless couples passing by, a feeling of loneliness panged in your chest. It was yet another Valentine's Day and you, again, had no one to share it with. So there you were, sitting on your own at a café, surrounded by pink hearts and confetti. All you had wanted was a nice, peaceful lunch break before you went back to work, not to be around things like this. That – and someone to be with you.
'And what is a gorgeous young lady – such as yourself – doing on her own here?'
Looking up, startled at the sudden voice, you came face-to-face with your co-worker and best friend, Matthias Køhler. His blue eyes were alight with flirtatiousness and humour and it bought a smile to your face. You had liked the Danish man for years, even before you started working together. You had both attended the same school and university, becoming lifelong friends in a heartbeat.
However, on days like today, you were strongly reminded on how much you had fallen in love with him.
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You trudge through the powdery snow, leaving a tell-tale trail behind you with each step you take. The bitter cold stings your partially exposed face like little needles poking at your skin and your gloved hand takes the bullet as you cling onto a large black tote. But you continue forth on the path that looks quite different from it normally would seem. You’re making your merry way to your best friend’s home, having heard that he’s caught a cold or something of that sort.
A sudden gust of wind nearly pushes you back the way you came, but you still continue forward. And soon, you see his cozy estate loom like a lump against the knee-high snow. Ice crystals cascade down f
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You flung it open. "What in the name of--"
Francis practically ran you over in his rush to get inside your house. "CHERIE." He said loudly, grabbing your shoulders and practically shaking you. "We're on our meeting break right now, and I must say I was looking at a very 'appy Germany this morning! 'E was actually humming. Humming!"
You nodded slowly, and raised one eyebrow. "So....?"
"So!" He shook you slightly, shaking his head as if it were obvious. "What happened!?"
"Ugh," you said, ignoring his question. "It's Saturday, Francis, and an early hour at that. How early do you start these meetings if you're on break already?"
"Cherie!" Francis whined. "Don't tease me. I am dying of curiosity over 'ere." His grin turned devilish, and suddenly you wanted to curl up and die. "Did he kiss you?"
You stared at him blankly, which he
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You walked through the throng of milling cats ans Elizabeta explained the purpose of the shelter.
"All of these cats need a home and someone who can care for them."
You nodded, nearly tripping over a large dark grey cat. It looked up at you, it's purple eyes glaring. You shivered and stepped around it.
"Elizabeta!!" You both looked towards the voice.
A guy wearing a pink dress flipped a piece of his shoulder length hair. Elizabeta rolled her eyes.
The guy struck a pose and pouted, "You, like totally putting her asleep vid dat speech. Just let her pick a cat!!!"
Elizabeta opened her mouth to speak, but stopped when you shrieked.
A rather big white cat was climbing up your leg. He had red eyes and a few scars on his face. A tattered ribbon was tied around his neck.
"GILBERT!!" Elizabeta stomped over, grabbing the cat and holding him up to her eye level.
"What have I said about doing that?"
The cat s
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"Can you please just turn that thing down?" You slammed the door after you, the smoldering glint of fury in your [e/c] eyes. Then you tossed your jacket across the couch and threw your backpack into a chair as the loud Green Day music finally came to a lilting halt from the living room.
Your favorite albino man watched you flop onto the sofa with an annoyed mask for a face, his eyebrows creased slightly in the middle. He watched you for another split second before he padded to your side and patted your shoulder slightly.
"Kesese. You okay, Frau?"
"No, shut up. I mean, sorry, Gilbo." You could feel him tense slightly at your words. He sat down beside you and looped a relaxed arm around your shoulders as you put your face down into your hands, shutting out the stupid world.
"Frau, you can tell me anything," Gilbert chortled as he laid his head back on the sofa cushion. You took your hands away from your face, and laid your head on his shoulder as you m
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Jogging down the final street that would get you to your house, you pushed through the growing heat of the morning and glanced down at your watch. The timer had nearly reached 18 minutes. Picking up the pace a little bit, you ran through a barren horse trail that would complete your three-mile course. About halfway through the path however, you slowed to a walk.
A dog was trotting towards you.
Not something insanely peculiar seeing as a lot of people walked their dogs down the path. What bothered you was the fact that you couldn't find the animal's owner.
You lowered yourself to the ground and called the hound over. When he happily made his way over to you, you pat his soft, dark brown pelt and grabbed his collar.
Relieved, you saw the number and searched through your pockets for the phone you had left in you jeans from the day before. Standing, you firmly gripped the collar and began walking back home.
Though, you didn't need to hold on. The dog seemed
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You stared across the table at the oblivious Danish man. He was laughing at something Lukas had said, you had missed the joke and didn't bother laughing.
Why were you sitting at the table, staring at the man like he was the last piece of chocolate in the entire world. You had your reasons, reasons that he would no doubt laugh at you for.
"Um, Is there something in my hair?" Mathias was staring at you quizzically. You blushed and shook your head.
"Ah, no I was just, um zoning out." You blushed, looking away. He shrugged and turned back to Lukas.
Standing up, you walked into your room, shoulders slumped. Hanatamago was sprawled across your bed, wagging her tail.
"What are you doing here? Why aren't you in Tino's room?" The little dog barely ever left the small man's side. Picking him up you went to Tino's room, gently knocking on the door.
You entered, setting the dog on his bed. Tino smiled and thanked yo
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Prussia x Reader Don't Touch My Sketchbook!
"C'mon frau! Let zhe awesome me see!" Your albino friend begged.
"I said no Gilbert!" you snapped. You, like many other people, are VERY protective over your sketchbook.
"Vhat are you hiding in zhere?!" he tried to grab the book from your lap from where you sat on the couch. But much to his dismay, you moved and he face planted over the piece of furniture. "Jeez frau! So harsh!" he said in mock hurt. You merely rolled your (e/c) eyes and walked into the kitchen.
Ever since you two met in the third grade, you always carried around a sketchbook. And always, you would never let him see. He would bribe you, flirt with you, he even made the rest of the BTT plan an elaborate heist to even steal a glance at one of those ivory pages.
Once Gilbert collected himself, he followed you into the kitchen. You were sitting on the marble counter. Your (h/l) (h/c) hair framing your face perfectly as the light for a nearby window shone against your skin.
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He was never really noticed. His twin brother Alfred F. Jones would always grab the attention. It made him stand alone with no one really knowing who he is. Everyone acted as if he was never in the room, including his own brother. If someone did see him, which would be a rare occurrence, they would mistaken him as the over-energetic American or wondered who he was. Even his own pet, a cute polar bear whom he named Kumajiro that can miraculously talk, doesn't know his owner's name.
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Fear is when your body and mind are about to be ripped apart from each other.
Slow and deep breaths. Slow and deep breaths. Slow and deep breaths...
Ignore the darkness. Ignore the darkness. Ignore the darkness...
Stop breathing. Do not make a sound.
”____~?” that voice. The very same voice that used to make warm and pleasant shivers run down your spine was now the last voice you wanted to hear ”Bella~? Where are you? You know I'm bad at hide and seek.” you could hear the pout on his lips, but you wouldn't fall for the false sadness. Not anymore.
If you hear someone enter the room, do not move. Do not
RussiaMore Like This
You felt around and your hand brushed against something smooth you picked it out it was a sunflower you looked over to the crowd “Russia?” you asked earning a glare from Belarus who was held back by Lithuania and Ukraine you and Russia were pushed into the closet by America Prussia and France. France shut the door and you assumed he locked it as well when you heard the click of the door locking Russia was sitting in the corner smiling at the sunflower you walked over and sat next to him you had always thought he was kind of adorable he looked at you smiling “sunflowers are nice da?” you looked at him “yes they are lovely!” you said smiling “like you (name) I really like you become one da?” you looked at him in shock you never thought he would like you after all these years of hiding your feeling you could finally admit your love “YES I WILL BECOME ONE!!” you shouted and glomped Russia as you earned some wolf whistles and cat c
England x Reader x Child!America: Kiss it BetterMore Like This
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It was a warm summer evening in the park. Your five year old son, Alfred, was riding his new bike for the first time without training wheels. You sat on the park bench next to your husband, Arthur, your fingers loosely entwined together. Using his other hand, he held up a book, completely absorbed in the chapter he was reading.
You closed your eyes and enjoyed the soft breeze that was blowing against your skin. That was until you heard crying. Your eyes snapped back open instantly. You looked around and found your son on the ground holding onto his knee. You immediately got up and rushed over, leaving Arthur by himself.
"What's wrong, baby boy?" You asked Alfred who had tears running down his face. His bike was behind him laying in the grass. "I-I want daddy!" He cried. You nodded and ran to Arthur.
"He wants you," You informed him, making him look up. "Me?" "Yeah, you! Come on!" You took his hand and dragged him to where Alfred was.
"Tell me. Wh
She's Ma Cherie! - Canada x ReaderMore Like This
It was autumn in Ontario, Canada. The leaves were falling from the trees and all of them were coincidentally maple leafs. You picked one that looked just as red and perfect as the one on its national flag and decided to bring it with you to show your fiancé Canada.
You ran back to his house from the Maple Sugar woods. _________ yelled out, “Hey Matthew! I found something you might like!”
He yelled out, “Hey wait, eh?”
He was chopping some firewood for the oncoming winter even though outside it was a pleasant 75 degrees. The perfect temperature to be outside to hang out!
You stopped running when you saw your shirtless fiance and hid behind a tree. You then peeked out your head to stare at your sexy Canadian.
There he was half naked…. Oh my! ‘Look at those rippling muscles! I am so glad he wore clothing that never clung to his body! It is definitely a pleasant surprise to see that his body was muscular and not scrawny!'
Forgotten Maple (2p! Canada X Reader)More Like This
Matt sat at the base of a huge tree- their tree -and leaned his head against the bark, staring up into the night sky and counting stars. Kuma was laying beside him and leaning on the Canadian's legs. Matt sighed, closing his eyes. A small tear tracked down his cheek. He missed his little maple leaf.
She sat beside him at the base of the tree, chatting away happily as Matt nodded and listened. She had made piece with his silence a long time ago. He had his arm slung over her shoulder, and she snuggled against his chest. Kuma had wandered into the woods not long after the two of them arrived.
Matt was happy for once in his life. He had a wonderful, beautiful girl sitting beside him, he had a steady job that he felt good about doing, and he hadn't heard from his half-brother in months. Everything was going well. ____(y/n) had even agreed to marry him (once they had saved enough money for the ceremony, of course). He
Germany x reader - Back to You: Part 11 (FINAL)More Like This
“Mom, I’m fine.”
“__________ ___________, don’t come at me with this nonsense. You were on a comatose state, for god’s sake! Don’t ‘I’m fine’ me!”
You pinched the bride of your nose and let an exasperated sigh out. “Mom, for the tenth time, I’m alright, okay? I get that you’re worried but please don’t freak out!”
“I’m not freaking out, _________,” she said, and the live video chat on Skype showed as she frowned, eyebrows knitting together.
“Of course you’re not,” you deadpanned while rolling your eyes. “Mom, look, it’s been, like, what? One day and half since I got out from the hospital, and 3 days and a half since I woke up? You want details, I’ll give you details. My muscles are sore, I have a light head ache and my ass hurts from sitting on this damn wooden kitchen chair for more than two hours straight.”
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Awake. Awake. Awake. Awake.
You were finally awake.
Ludwig ran with all he got to your hospital room, his feet barely touching the ground. It had to be a miracle. He would see those wonderful and bright eyes again. He’d get to see that adorable smile again, and watch as your cheeks became flushed red every time he’d caressed you.
His heart was racing and jumping inside his ribcage, as if it was taking part on the Olympic gymnastics. It was an excitement he had long forgotten, and a relief he had never felt, just as if a big weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Relief overflowed from every muscle and movement.
You were finally back to him. Back to where you really belong to.
It was the second day after you woke up from your comatose state. The sun was high on the sky, but its light was kept from shining into your room, being thick layers of dark clouds the cause for it. It should be a bright day without them
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Why? Why had it to be you? From all people, why you?
Ludwig kept asking himself, and no matter how many times he did this question, he wouldn’t find an answer. He looked at your face – your thin and pale face –, wondering when those beautiful (e/c) eyes would open and look shining at him, with a beautiful and cheerful smile on your lips. ‘Please wake up, _________... Bitte, open your eyes… Let me see zhose adorable eyes again… Let me see zhe living you…’
But you didn’t move. Of course not.
Ludwig’s eyes burned, tears wanting to roll down, even though there weren’t any tears left. How long had it been since he cried that much? He couldn’t remember…
Two days had already passed since you went into the coma state, two days he didn’t heard your voice. The German man caressed your hand, which he was holding between his. They were warm, but far less warm than when you were awake. He missed you so mu
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You felt as the blood ran between your fingers, and being able to feel it made the situation even worse. If you fell unconscious on the ground, it’d be way better, because you wouldn’t have to feel the odd flavor of vomit in your mouth and watch as Ludwig looked terrified at you from the stairs. You were about to call for him but you choked and more blood came out. You quickly but with no use wiped it away, trying desperately to make things look a little better than it actually was; however, destiny liked to play with your life like if it was the best toy someone could ever had, and you coughed a bit, making more blood come to your mouth.
But you just couldn’t forget the way Ludwig stared wide-eyed at you – like if he was having the worst nightmare possible – so you made a supernatural effort and swallowed it all the way down to your stomach again, even though you couldn’t think of a worse feeling than that what you had just made.
The German man seem
Loki x Reader - Meeting the ParentsLoki x ReaderMore Like This
“Meeting the Parents”
AN: I see Ares as a God who loves War but has a slightly softer side for people he cares about.
“This is unacceptable! How could you fall for a Norse God?” Zeus bellowed before letting a cruel smirk blossom across his face “I was wrong. He is not even a Norse God – he is a monster. A frost giant! The Greeks will date Greeks or Romans only and there will be no exceptions!”
You straightened up to your full height and glared at the God of the Skies, “That is ironic coming from you, dear father.” You sneered “Who had many children with Titans? Who has cheated on his wife repeatedly? I’ll give you a hint – he’s standing right in front of me.”
“ENOUGH!” Zeus roared, his lightning bolt appearing in his outstretched hand.
“Why?” You demanded angrily, “You have obviously seen how he cares for me – he would never hurt
Dirk x Reader: VocaloidAh, yes. The sun was shining and the birds were singing.More Like This
What a perfect day to sit inside and watch anime. Now to just open up you-
“SIE DAS ESSEN UND WIR SIND DIE JÄGER!” Your beloved anime-loving blonde (a.k.a Dirk Strider) screamed as he flew foot-first through your door and into your bed.
“DIRK! OH MY FUCK, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!
“WE GOTTA KILL THE TITANS, _____! WE GOTTA KILL ALL THE TITANS!”
“I caught up on that anime like, a week ago.”
“Oh.” He got off your bed and stood on the floor. “That would’ve been great to know before I, you know, kicked your door down. Screaming. At the top of my lungs. In a foreign language. And you have your windows open facing your neighbors? Great.”
“Well, now that you’re in here, do you wanna hang out?”
“You know what? Sure.”
“Great! Wanna watch anime with me?”
“That sounds great.”
Playing Hard To Get [Scotland x Tsundere!Reader]More Like This
You were different.
It was something he noticed a long time ago, that sparked his immediate interest and caused his mind to recently always wander…to you. He wondered why that was so. Was it because you didn’t follow the usual patterns of the girls in this school and fawn over him every day, hour, and minute? Probably.
The object of his thoughts was currently sitting a few desks away, perched near a window. The sun caught her [HairColor] locks and set a glowing sheen over them, as if she acquired a halo. She certainly was similar to an angel- perhaps not in personality since she spat out the foulest of insults sometimes when he chatted her up.
To the unknowing passerby, you seemed like a quiet girl. With [EyeColor] orbs that shined like jewels when he stared into them and [HairLength] [HairColor] hair that cascaded like a waterfall down your back. But after a few attempts on asking this specific girl out on a date, the quick and cold “No” caught
Scotland x ReaderRequested by DarknessOnMyEyesMore Like This
Warning for some language.
Ding-dong! ……………. Ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong!
Tapping your foot impatiently, you were about to punch the doorbell a few more times when the door was finally wrenched open. “Bloody hell, _____! Calm down, you only had to ring once-” “Sorry ‘bout that, Arthur, but I’m in a rush,” you pushed past him, shoving a bag of freshly made scones into his arms and depositing your coat on the couch. “Now where is Allistor? He hasn’t been returning my calls, texts, emails, anything! No response! We were supposed to meet up in town a few days ago but no, he had to leave me hanging and now-!” “What are these for?”
England was staring in surprise at the scones. Great, he hadn’t even been listening to you. Facepalm. “Those were my early apology
England x Reader x Scotland: Choose the Drunk!More Like This
Your phone vibrated in class. No one heard. You snuck a peek. It was from Arthur.
Arthur: Hello, love! Fancy a drive with me after class?
You smiled; he could be so cute sometimes.
Me: Sure, I'll wait for you by the big oak tree.
You were waiting by the tree for Arthur when you heard a powerful engine and the loud screeching of rubber burning on asphalt. It nearly surprised you when you saw a car appear in front of your eyes. But this car was not Arthur's. Arthur's car was a sleek black Rolls Royce, not a sporty yellow, American-made Corvette. You stared as the window rolled down to reveal a handsome man with fiery auburn hair and cool green eyes. "'Ello thare," he said with a heart-stopping Scottish accent and a devilish grin. "Min' tellin' me whit kin' ay ijot leaves a bonnie lass aw aloyn?"
You blushed. "Uh... actually, I'm waiting for someone... He'll be here any minute now."
He laughed. "Ye talkin aboot Arthur Kirklain? Son ay a huir, leavin' a lassie loch ye waitin'." You eye
Scotland X Reader- Life's Worth LivingDisclaimer: I do not own you or Hetalia at all.More Like This
Warning: This is the first story I'm putting a warning for. That's because I feel that the contents of this story might hit a little too close to home for some of you readers. In this story are mentions of bullying that leads to thoughts/attempts of suicide. Though I do not get too descriptive of either, it still may make some of you uncomfortable. I apologize if it does and urge you not to continue if it is a sore topic for you.
It was the end of another long day of seventh grade. You sighed as you walked home from school. You greatly missed those days of old when the days were short and there wasn't so much work to do.
"And things will only get worse as I get older," you sighed.
You happened to look down one of the side streets. You didn't know why, you just did.
You saw a boy with messy, blood red hair. You recognized him as a new student to your school who had arrived about three months earlier.
A lot of the other students m
Scotland x Reader - The KirklandsSighing, you walked around the park looking for a certain Brit. He'd ran in this direction a few minutes ago. Luckily it was lunch and your school had an open campus, no one would notice as long as you made it back to class in time. You knew the Arthur was very studious and that he wouldn't wander too far from the school.More Like This
Punching a certain Scottish boyfriend of yours sounded like a really good idea right know. As much as you loved Allistor, he was way to harsh on his younger brother some times. Since you started dating the Scotsman, you tried to intervene on Arthur's behalf, but this time Allister was teasing his brother when you weren't there. Not even knowing what happened, you instantly followed Arthur, he was like a brother to you.
"(Name)?" a sniffing accent broke your angry mental rant. Turning, you spotted Arthur sitting on a bench wiping up his tears. Smiling softly, you sat next to him and pulled out the handkerchief he dropped earlier and handed it to him.
"Hey, buddy," You
Kiss of Life- GermanyxReader“Remind me again why I went to a beach with France on it?” You asked, sighing as the pervert walked behind you and your friend, Hungary. You were both wearing bikinis, though Ukraine, to your right, was placed in a one piece for her own protection. With boobs like hers, revealing clothing was kind of out of the question.More Like This
“Because I would be here, and everyone wants to see a guy like the awesome me in shorts!” Gilbert exclaimed, running up and putting his hands on you and your brunette companion’s shoulders, giving his signature laugh.
“No one wants to see your albino ass, Prussia!” Hungary yelled, smacking him upside the head and sending him face first into the hot sand. The three of your continued walking, listening to her grumble about the gall of some guys. You chuckled, taking a bit of pleasure at the German’s pain, in spite of the fact that you would have fought for his brother. Not that Germany, the shy, strong gentleman would ever
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You giggled evilly as you wrote down the last word. This was going to be too much fun. An
Ludwig was such a perfect target. You would have preferred to try this on Gilbert, seeing as he probably would get pissy, but he was out drinking. So, Ludwig it was.
You ran along the silent hallways of his house, giggling madly. Racing up the stairs, you burst into his office. Staring at him, you felt another wave of giggles stirring in your stomach.
The blonde German looked up from his paper work, a scowl forming on his face. You gaze him a dazzling smile and held out the paper.
"Hey Luddy! I was wondering if you could say these for me?"
He took the paper cautiously, and studied it. His eyes narrowed behind his glasses as he got farther down the list. He looked up and pursed his lips.
"I'm not saying zese, ______." He gave you back the paper and you sighed. "Why not?"
"I can't pronounce some of zose."
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You sat in your room again. You were alone and cold to the bone. Nothing you did could warm you or change this lagging, depressed feeling. Everything you said or did seemed to be in vane, pointless, nonsense.
You decided to walk, it was raining outside, dark, windy, eerie...just as how you felt. You grabbed your jacket, your long, black one, no umbrella, and made your way out of the house. Every sign you passed, every child hurrying to get the mail and rush back inside to the warmth. Their cheerful spirits, the stop signs vibrant colors...you were jealous of it all. Everything you saw led to envy and hatred. You couldn't stop it, you couldn't ignore it.
You saw Ludwig walking from the gas station. You caught his eye. Your body wouldn't decide if this was a good or bad thing, you just wanted to see someone else's pain, someone else's suffering, and enjoy being the one on top...
"___, are you okay?" He looked at you. The only thing he could see was your lips. Your hood covered the rest o
Germany x Reader - Backseat Serenade Songfic You stumbled out of the bar, vision blurred and mind frenzied from the alcohol. The bar owner glared at you as he slammed the door on your face, "And stay out!"More Like This
You faceplanted into the door as your fist made contact with the wood. Damn, that was the third bar that night that you've been kicked out of. Well, it's not YOUR fault so many people piss you off when you drink. They just seem ten times more agrivating in your eyes. Sinking to the steps, you reached into your pocket and dialed a certain blonde haired German's number. You did need a ride hime after all. And someone that would deal with your drunkness. Ludwig, or Germany, was just the person! Another reason you wanted him specifically to come get you is you might of had a teensy, tiny crush on him. Actually, it was more like a gigantic crush.
Find a place for me again
You felt it once before
I know you did
I could see it
The phone rang exactly three times before you heard a familiar, "G
GermanyxReader puppy loveGermanyxReader puppy loveMore Like This
The German scowled, his blue eyes glaring into the light brown ones of... A puppy. The puppy had white fur and a small brown spot on one eye and a large brown spot on his back. The dog was staring just as intently back at the German.
'You can win this. Come on you've got this. It's just a dog.' Ludwig thought as he stared at the puppy who was looking back at him with innocent eyes. "Please! Just sit!" Ludwig broke down as he screamed at the dog. It stared at him and scratched the back of its floppy ears and started to walk away. "Get back here!" Ludwig shouted as he went after it. "Why will all my other dogs listen, even when they were puppies, but you won't!?" He asked the dog as if he was expecting it to tell him.
"Because I don't wanna listen to you." Ludwig sighed and turned around.
"That's not funny (name)." He told the girl in front of him. she had (eye color) eyes that were beaming with delight and (hair length) (hair color) hair. She
Faded Memories pt 3 HRE-Germany x ReaderHoly Roman Empire/Germany x readerMore Like This
Faded Memories Part 3
Goodness! There are so many possibilities with this topic. I hope you enjoy! And yes, even Germany is scared of France at times…
(name) in this equals (country name)
"Please, I love you so much; I don't want to lose you…" He heard (Name's) voice call out to him. She was a small child for some reason, wearing a maid's dress, chasing after him. He suddenly realized that he was being dragged by someone.
"Let me go!" he demanded, trying to break free. But the person who was dragging him laugh made him froze.
Germany knew that laugh… It was France's. Suddenly appearing, France's perverted face was getting close to Germany. Causing him to wake up from his nightmare to red eyes staring at him closely.
Germany grumbled something in German and turn on the bedside lamp. "Was Bruder? Its-" he glanced at his alarm clock, "Its
Germany X Reader Fighting for freedomYou were a new coutry in Europe, you formed only a few years ago. You started from nothing and you were famous now for your creativity and skills. In the beginning nobody liked you, you were just a territory they all could have gained for themselves. But as time passed, you grew more confident, stronger and richer. Everything worked just like it should have and it seemed like nothing ever could go wrong. Your people were happy and after finally clearing all your debts you leaned back happily on your chair. It was time to celebrate!More Like This
Unfortunately the evil other countries still wanted to have you for themselves. They liked you for all the wonderful things you built and it was like they started competing eachother to get you. No, they didn't start a war against you, they didn't invade you, they didn't want to destroy your beauty because they were afraid they wouldn't be able to rebuild it.
They wanted to get you like them so you kept getting gifts almost every single day. First you were h
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On the other side of the threshold, standing soaking wet in the freezing rain, was...
...your German friend Ludwig.
You both gasped; you at the fact that it was him on the other side, and him at the baseball bat you held threateningly in your hands. You looked at him, then at the bat, then back at him, and then at the bat again. You slowly lowered the bat, blushing at the look he was giving you.
'Uh...vy do you have a bat?" he asked as you lowered it.
"Well, um, I didn't recognize you or your car and I thought you were a possible burglar," you blushed even harder.
"Oh, sorry about zat _______. Mein car is completely out of gas und I barely made it to your driveway. I vas vondering if you had and gas you could spare?" he asked.
"Yeah, I have some. Its in my garage," you said and turned to go get it, but you remembered something.
"Don't you live all the way across town?" you asked.,
"Do you want to stay for the night or something?"
"I-I vas just about to ask zat," he blushed.
It's Not Worth Your Life (GermanyXReader)It had just become too much for you to handle. It had been a mere three months since your whole family had been killed in a car crash. You had been arguing in the back seat with your brother, and when your father turned his gaze away from the road for a mere moment to reprimand you, the car blew a red light and was crushed by the massive semi truck that was passing through the intersection at that moment.More Like This
When you woke up three days later, arm in a cast and stitches in your forehead, the awful news was given to you in the kindest words possible, but it made no difference. Your family was dead. It was inconceivable at the time, your mother, your father, your little brother, all gone? Impossible!
But as the days went by, the truth slowly sank into your brain. They were gone, and it was all your fault. Days were spent in the hospital, slowly healing while watching the world go by around you from a window by your bed, wondering how those people could look so happy while you were oh so brok
One last dance sick!germanyxreaderIt was so simple every step, every move, every turn, it all flowed so well with such grace. Hands far too big hold yours as you step, feet shuffling rhythmically besides those much larger. Swaying like grass you weaved through your stretched meadow with the easy of a breeze. Your silk dress flowing much like a blooming bud, and with a nod you rise into the air like a bird soaring through the night sky, landing in those strong arms that hold you up, allowing you to kiss the sky as the air spins around you like a tornado, air whipping at your face. And you smile, your happy, so very happy, a laugh rings through the air as you flap your wings. You're free so very free and as you fly faster and faster you can't help but laugh for such joy fills your heart. Your eyes shut as you take in your surroundings, your lips turned up. Your brought down carefully almost regretfully, your feet lightly tapping against the canvas of your painting as you continue the steady strokes of your arMore Like This
Teacher!America x Student!Reader - DresscodeQuick, get dressed! Gosh dangwhere were all your clothes?More Like This
You tried to recall the last time you ran a wash. More than a week ago. That explained it.
Now you scraped the back of your dresser drawers for something that didn't break the dress code. "Arugh!" The minutes on that clock were changing far too fast. Well you had to wear something. You tugged on a really tight pair of jeans, which felt a little like a push-up bra for your butt at the moment. Shoving your feet into a pair of tennis shoes, you donned a very lacy, tight camisole with thin straps. Over that, you wore a cute graphic tee you hardly ever got to wear, because it was an off-the-shoulder scoop neck, a detail you hadn't noticed when you bought it on clearance.
You brushed your hair quickly, muttering a curse as you checked the clock again, and grabbed your school supplies, leaving the house without breakfast.
Your heart sped and you blushed as you halted your brisk-walk in front of the blue door to your fir
GermanyxReader- I swear to drunk!GermanyxReader- I swear to drunk!More Like This
You sighed as you looked into the bright yellow pub that contrasted to the darkness of the night. You could hear the drunk slurs coming from inside over the few cars that were passing by. Of course it was about 2 in the morning so who would be out at this time? You pulled your (favorite color) sweater closer to your body as you ventured into the pub. You saw a group of men screaming at a TV with a boxing match going on. You heard only two other people and one of them had a ridiculously obnoxious laugh. You turned your head and saw Gilbert with his head high in the air and his shoulders shaking with laughter.
"Y-you need to man up!" He said pointing to a blonde with his head flat on the table. You smiled as you recognized it as Ludwig, one of your best friend and mild crush. Maybe not mild, but close enough.
"Hey Luddie, how's it goin?" You asked as your rubbed his shoulders. He lifted his head up and you saw a deep blush on his f
Teacher!EnglandxStudent!ReaderxStudent!Germany"Chop chop chop!!!!!!!" Your drama teach ordered flipping his blonde hair over his shoulder.More Like This
"Mr. L!" You shouted since many of the kinds couldn't pronounce his last name he told the class 'that they could,like,totally call me Mr.L!!!'
The polish man turned to you and looked you down, being small and all.
"Yes _____?" He asked with a big smile, You were one of his favorite students, for some 'unknown' reason.
"Ivan got sick!" You exclaimed worried. That made his huge smile turn into a pout.
"That's,like, TOTALLY UN,FAIR!!!!" He shouted and turned around huffing "WHERES LUDWIG?!" As if on Que the blonde German popped up with a red face.
"R-right here Mr.Łukasiewicz." He stuttered taking a place beside you.
"Luddy, whats wrong?" You whispered and patted his back
"Nothings vrong." He said quickly and Mr.L turned and pointed at you and your German buddy.
"You two! Get dressed! As of n
7 minutes in heaven-GermanyYou put your hand in the box and grab a necklace with the centerpiece scratched out.More Like This
"Auch, that's me." Germany said, raising his hand.
*oh no..* You thought. You had liked him forever, but were sort of uneasy around him, because he was so strict and quite scary at times.
"Veee~! I'm-a So excited for you!" Italy shouted while jumping up and down.
"Eh..." Germany said, blushing and walked you into the closet.
"So, ve sit here and do vhas now?" He said, looking away from you, although it was very dark.
"I'm...Not sure. I think your supposed to see if you like the person that you are ~Stuck~ In the closet with." He looked back toward you.
"Vell..." He started nervously. "I already know zat I...Like you, a lot...So vhat do I do?"
You blushed heavily and said.
"I...I guess you prove it."
"Ah." He said, leaning in to kiss you. He begged for entrance into your mouth, willing you to give in, you did, and he gripped your shoulders, pushing you down. His tongue explored you
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You watched the flames, you could smell the burning scent of fear and agony. You made several attempts to scream, but your voice was washed out by endless yelling from the firemen around you.
"Someone! Help! Please!" Tears rushed into your sockets.
You heard a loud cracking noise, followed by a bang, and the house before you collapsed into nothingness in the flames.
"No!" the six year old you screamed, "Mommy and Daddy are still in there!"
You fell to your knees, held onto your teddy for dear life, and screamed your cries for your parents.
But that, that was twelve years ago. It's interesting how one event can change the course of your life forever.
You sat absentmindedly at your desk and fought the urge to fall asleep. You told yourself again and again to sleep earlier every morning but that attempt always failed when you saw the piles of unfinished work you loaded for yourself on your desk.
You had a dream. You wanted to go to ________ (colla
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And now it was lunch and your heart was hammering and you could hear it in your ears and your stomach fluttered, the sensation almost overwhelming enough to trip you on your way to Mr. Jones's room. You clutched a hand to your stomach upon entering the hallway, hesitating at the closet door. When he'd said to meet him "here" did he mean the closet or the classroom?
You got your answer when Mr. Jones stepped out to close the classroom door. He saw you and smiled, nodding his head toward the room in invitation. You smiled back shyly, entering with a shaky breath. "H-hi."
"You're late," he teased, walking over to his desk and writing something in Sharpie on a piece of binder paper. "This is becoming habit. Do you like keeping me waiting?"
Heart, shut up, you can't hear the teacher. "I'm sorry I was finishing a chem test in Braginski's class."
"Ooh. Gotcha." He winked up at
Musician of the World~Child!Austria x Child!Reader“Now remember to behave when they come over. From what I've heard their son isn't a ruffian like you,” said you mother as she reached down and ruffled your hair affectionately.More Like This
You bounced excitedly when you heard that one of your mom’s colleagues, whatever that big word meant, were going to come over and this time they were going to bring their son with them. You had become even happier when you heard that he was just a few months older than you. Making new friends was your favorite thing to do; at school there wasn't a single person that hated you since you squashed those thoughts the moment you started talking to them. From what you've heard from your mother the boy that was coming over was seven and loved music. In fact, he was a musical prodigy who just wasn't recognized. He didn't have a lot of friends but he did have a lot of instruments.
You couldn’t wait for him to get here. You had the entire day planned; you wanted to play hide-and-go-seek, tag, go to
Types of Mary-Sue'sAngsty Sue: This type of Sue is created for people to feel bad for because of some dark past. Every other character in the story (unless they're mean or spiteful) will always make the Sue’s angst the biggest issue in the story and the fact that she constantly dwells in her own self pity will be considered a “natural reaction”. If two characters both have traumatic experiences, the Sue will receive more attention no matter what. The main goal of these is often to have the OC cuddle with a canon character.More Like This
Example one: Fred has just had his leg chopped off and will die if he does not receive medical attention immediately, but Mary-Sue is crying because of her daddy issues so everyone is busy comforting her. When Fred tries to call attention to the fact that he’s dying, the others will call him selfish for not caring about Mary-Sue.
Example two: Best friends, Lucy and Mary-Sue were both kidnapped. Lucy was raped, and Mary-Sue witnessed it. W
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When you have a story, there are characters that you like, characters that you love, and characters that you hate. Then there are those characters whom you adore. You think about them a lot. You know their personalities, zodiac sign, blood type, Myers-Briggs type, favorite foods, favorite outfits... you name it! You draw them in your sketchbooks and algebra notebooks. You imagine extra scenes from the character's childhood. You can't stop thinking about that special character!
Are you this obsessed with your characters? If you are, that's okay—I am too. However, if you have that much obsession concentrated on one particular charac
How to Write Fan Fiction - P1More Like This
How to Write (Great) Fan Fiction - Part One: Before You Write
Anyone can write fan fiction. That is easy. Even I can write fan fiction and that's saying something! Writing excellent fan fiction, though? That is an art. It takes time, practice and a little bit of knowhow to get it right.
I am Zoni. I am a writer and a fan author. I decided to create this tutorial series to help budding fan authors (and maybe even some of you seasoned pros) improve your skills, learn a better way to write and get more out of your fan fiction.
In these tutorials, I will show you how to write a complete piece of fan fiction, from beginning to end. I will show you my method for taking an ordinary story and raising it to above-average standards. I have a very set routine for how I write, and it lets me get more done in less time without sacrificing quality. So, I will be showing you my personal method and how you can make it work for you. Wh
Ice and Ink: Fantasy!Hetalia/RussiaxReader C1More Like This
A long time ago or a short time ago, no one can remember, in the world of Ion in the land of Ji’an, there lived a great sorcerer named Yao Wang. He was known throughout the land for his magic abilities and pure heart. People would travel great distances to see him, and he would always help them if help were needed. Some believed Yao Wang to be divine being, or perhaps a human who had been blessed by the gods. Whatever the reason, it does not really matter; the great sorcerer was loved and respected by many. And when he grew old and it was his time to die, he performed one last spell.
Knowing that one-day a terrible evil would threaten to destroy all the lands, he put all his powers in a small red book to give the people a way to protect themselves. And he cast the book far away where his enemies would never find it. He foretold of a prophecy that when this horrible violence became too much for the world to bear, a savior would appear
RussiaxReaderYou walked through the market, a small smile on your face. It was a sunny day, no clouds in the sky, and your mother had sent you out for the afternoon with some money to buy some produce.More Like This
You walked up to a stand full of fruit and examined an apple.
Hmm, I could bake an apple pie when I get home or maybe a fruit crisp! Yeah, mom'll like that! You thought to yourself.
You filled one of your grocery sacks with assorted apples , paying the stalls man as you left.
You searched your coat pocket for the rest of your money, when you accidentally ran into someone. You looked up to apologise, but were mesmerized by violet eyes peering down at you.
"i-im sorry, please exc-cuse me.." you stammered out.
The man only smiled, and stepped out of the way.
You blushed, embarrassed to have so rudely invaded his personal space.
You walked around the market a little while longer, and then walked to the candy shop.
Mother wouldn't mind me buying a little treat, right?
[Modern!AU] Sweet Wedding Bells- Marco BodtxReaderMore Like This
Rapidly dashing out of your room once you were ready to go, you grabbed your keys before running through another small hallway.
You suddenly stopped and took a few steps back to stand in front of a tall, mahogany drawer, faded with age. Standing atop it was a photo that dated back a handful of years. Observing more closely, you could clearly see the kind and nurturing face beside a more rugged, laughing one full of mirth. You recalled that day. You were the one that took the photo.
Gently picking up the frame, you held it in both hands. A wistful smile made its way to your lips as you softly kissed the cool glass protecting the memory.
"Mom... Dad..." You sighed. "I wish you could be here today, it would mean so much if you could."
A disheartened look came about your face and you could feel your hands dig into the sides of the frames, the pads of your fingers losing more heat by the second. There was nothing to regret. They couldn't be here and as much as that hurt, you knew they would
(RQ) Marco x Reader: Troubled Confession"There she is" Marco though to himself with a smile, spotting your figure across the lawn. You were carrying a crate in your arms, laughing and chatting with Christa. The afternoon sunlight brought out the shine in your hair, the breeze lifting it ever so slightly and exposing the back of your neck. Marco found his face warming as he watched you grow farther and farther away...More Like This
No! Now was not the time to back down! Marco sucked in a deep breath and curled his fists to calm his racing heartbeat. One step, another following, until he was jogging steadily across the lawn towards your figure.
"A-ah, (Name)!" he called. You paused a turned, your face lighting up with a beautiful smile when you saw your friend.
"Hi Marco!" You called back. Ahead, Christa stopped as well, folding her hands behind her back and watching as Marco approached.
The soldier trotted to a stop, gasping lightly, trying to catch his breath.
"(Name), I...er...I wanted to talk to you."
(DenmarkxReader) Museum of Time(DenmarkxReader)More Like This
Museum of Time
That was the first thing you felt. The burning pain all over. Almost as if you had been dragged through gravel and bits of glass, then left to bleed out.
When you opened your eyes it seemed that everything was normal. To your pain and sleep befuddled mind, everything was the way you had left it when you had fallen asleep last night. Only for a moment the feeling of safety stayed, allowing you to ignore what was wrong.
Three things alerted you to what was wrong. The first two where small, barely noticeable except to some one such as yourself.
The first was that the paint of the ceiling of your room. It wasn't cracked or worn looking, in fact it looked recently painted, which wasn't possible. You had fallen asleep looking up at the cracks and now had woken up to find them gone.
You noticed the second thing when you sat up. Your room was clean. You normally cleaned your room, but this was
Night at the Convenience Store (AU!Jean x Reader)More Like This
To be completely honest with you, working at a convenience store has its perks. I’ll admit that about sixty percent of the time, this job is more boring than watching your grandma slowly count out a hundred dollars in change, but for the remaining percentage of time, this job is definitely amusing.
I work from Tuesday to Saturday each week and I get off work at 9 on weekdays and 2 in the morning on Saturday. As you can probably guess, Fridays and Saturdays are the most interesting days for me, what with college and high school students out of school and partying all night. Believe me, I’ve encountered a few close calls. One time, the fire department and the police had to come and my manage was obviously not impressed with having to wake up at one in the morning and drag his butt to the store in thin pajamas only to find half the chip aisle set on fire. It was a good day. May the chips rest in peace.
Today was supposed to be a slow day, if it weren’t for the fact that
Du Riechst So Gut //ReaderXWerewolf!Ger Part 6More Like This
The night was near. The breeze was raw and scraped against your skin as you can to a sudden halt in your panicked escape. You gasped for air as you doubled over, exhausted from the over-exertion and light-headedness was taking over.
Despite what your mind told you, your body simply ceased to support itself as you landed on the cool ground below, hair falling in your face. The eerie silence that had repeatedly mocked you throughout the night returned once again, but this time in a much more malicious manner. You didn't move a muscle from where you laid. It wasn't exhaustion, but pure terror than planted you where you were. You couldn't hear anything over your ragged breathing, yet that thing had followed you all this way. It couldn't have just left you behind.
You were proven correct.
With your eyes locked on the ground below you, 'Ludwig' had stood silently behind you. Towering and a new dominant air about him. He stared down at you with those daggers of his, and even
Ohne Dich - Germany! Chapter 11More Like This
Chapter 11: One, Two, Freddy's coming for you...
Ludwig didn't stay at the house very long. He stayed at his parents' house for two weeks and then it was back to the military, leaving me alone five of the seven days in the week. I didn't mind it that much though. Yes, I was very addicted to him now that he was my boyfriend and yes, I didn't want to spend a second without him, but I had tried this before with just seeing him in the weekends so I was sure I'd pull through.
Carly and Gilbert were being real buttholes about our relationship though, always going on and on about how we should "do it" and "do what grown-ups do". I had no doubt Ludwig wanted to, in fact, I KNEW he wanted to. Numerous times I'd make out with him during the weekends we got to spend together, and I loved every second of it, but it stopped the second he seemed to lose control. I wanted him too, of course I did, but I wasn't as old as him and though I had never asked, I was sure he had had other women before me and
Ohne Dich - Germany! Chapter 10More Like This
Chapter 10: You Don't Know Me
Weeks passed quickly after Ludwig and Gilbert returned. I was happy, so was Carly, but ever since I told Ludwig I - oh someone help me - loved him... in a friendly way yes, but was it? I had been feeling nervous, babbling, there was this heavy feel in my chest and not to speak of the things I had been thinking when I was near him! I was out of control and I didn't know what to do with myself anymore!
Ludwig was not easy to talk to. He was more stern than usual and didn't talk much at all. Not that he used to say much before, but he had really got quiet. Mostly I would walk the dogs with him, we'd talk as we used to and everything would be normal. Other times he'd lock himself up in his office and spend the entire day in there and not speak a word to anyone. It was frustrating...
One night, after dinner, my frustrations got too much and I dragged Carly to our room. I had a lump in my stomach and I couldn't seem to calm myself, I needed to tell her what had
Ohne Dich - Germany! Chapter 9More Like This
Chapter 9: The Return
~~~Ludwig's POV ~~~
This war is starting to get to me. It is taking too long, so many good soldiers have died and all I can do is try to keep myself safe and alive so I can go home in one piece. But I guess one more day here is bringing me one day closer to return home... It is a miracle I am still unharmed, only expectable scratches, but they don't hurt - at least not as much as my heart...
I feel sorrow for each man lost and the miss from being away from her brings me sadness every day. She won't leave my head...
They can hurt me as much as they want, they can scar my body and kill the people around me, but I won't die, she deserves for me to come back. I want to go back!
My superior says it'll be tome to leave soon. Then I won't be needed anymore. He has been saying this for months now, but I guess that is the horror of war. We never know what exactly to expect, we just hope that what is to come will come soon and we won't die waiting.
GermanyXReader: The Grey Scale (Chapter 1) You remembered very little from before the war; your mother’s cooking, the sound of your father’s laugh, the old, red swing set which stood in the park. You had just been a small child back then, only at the age of 10. A home by the sea, its beauty, glimmering in the light like a thousand diamonds; at least that was one thing that didn't change. You had also had an older sister. She was hotheaded that one, but so kind. You were always attached to her leg, begging to go on adventures. Yet she would always laugh, tossing her head back to let the bells ring. But that was before the war. Now all you owned were broken memories.More Like This
You turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body as you went. Ludwig, who sat rigidly on the couch, looked up, his cold eyes scanning you for a moment before returning to his reading. Quietly you went into your chamber to get dres
All Of A Sudden Manry! Tavros x readermehehehehhehehhdhehmmeh.More Like This
(I did Manry on purpose) YOU ARE A HUMAN IN THIS STORY AND YOUR PATRON TROLL IS VRISKA SO NO COMPLAINING! I'm not doing quirks.
fuck this story is old
"AC asks _______ truth or dare in this exciting game." Nepeta being the addorable fuck that she is, paws at your shoulder. "Ummmmmmm. . . Truth?" Nepeta clapped in delight. "AC asks if _______ has any flushed feelings for anyone in this room." You didn't know what the term 'flushed' or 'red' ment until John told you not to long ago. "Well ummmm y-yes." You blushed darkly being the shy girl that you are. "WHO!?" Virska was now suddenly interested in the game after you confessed. "I have to apporve of thi
Exchange Student (Karkat x Reader) part 6Over the past few days, you've been helping Karkat learn about Earth. He's been catching on quite quickly actually. You've also been helping him find a way back to his own wold. It wasn't exactly working out so well, but the least you could do was try. Pretty soon, he agreed to go back to your school as an exchange student once again.More Like This
"What do you think will happen after I put the bitch in her place?" he asked you. You shrug and reply, "I don't know. No one's ever one that to Taylor before. We'll just have to find out."
As you approach the school, all the students stop what thy were doing and look towards Karkat. The all moved out of you and his way as you went towards the door. Wow. That really must have made a mark on the student body. Both of you were quite confused as well. Once you made it to your home room door, you could see Taylor waiting for you right in the middle of the classroom. She still seemed to have a pretty bad bruise from last time.
"Well well well, look what we have
AmericaXReader: Toy Soldier (Name) sat in the warm bath, her arms draped daintily over the edge of the tub, a bottle of whiskey in hand. Her legs dipped gently in and out of the lukewarm water, creating small tidal waves that would crash sloppily into the porcelain sides. Steam enveloped the small, private room, creating an isolating atmosphere.More Like This
“Alfred…” (Name) groaned out, as she pressed one wet hand into her forehead. It was one of those days again; where she had to put a fake smile out for her son, where she had to pretend that she actually liked going to work and talking to totally self-conceited women. It was one of those days where she missed her ever absent jerk of a husband.
“If you keep that up,the whole city’s gonna hear ya.”
“Oh, shut up you.” (Name) slurred out, her limp arm flailing as she took another gulp of alcohol; the liquid raced down her throat, igniting a deep, hungry f
Vampire!England x Artist!Reader Chapter 2Author's Note:More Like This
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You just arrived in Brasov, Romania. You couldn’t help yawning. It is one in the morning. You wonder why Arthur scheduled a flight that arrived in the middle of the night. At first you thought it was because it was the only flight available; however, there was another flight that would of arrived at eight a.m. You shrugged off the mystery like a bad itch. It doesn’t matter what time you got here. You were here in Romania for an art job. You stood there with you’re suitcase, wearing a jacket. It was cold here, colder than you are used to. You started to get nervous, not knowing what to do. Arthur sa
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A week passed since the kiss incident, and a week since you avoided Alfred with all your will. At school you tried your best not to look at him, you ate your lunch with other people and totally ignored him when he tried (unsuccessfully) to talk to you. The reason? You didn't know at all. You were just too embarrassed and afraid of what happened and of what he said.
'I never had the intention on doing it to you! I mean, I would never do this, you know!!'
This sentence made all your dreams end. The future you'd planned for both of you was destroyed. All the beautiful, sweet and lovely moments you imagined for you and Alfred were gone. Your love life died.
The night after the kiss was the one you cried your heart out. It has been a while since you cried that much, but you couldn't help yourself on stopping. Though you knew Alfred had the mentality of a child and acted like one most of the time, what he said was like a slap on your face.
You shook your head, trying to forget it. Imp