Immortality is a pain p22 [Pirate!EnglandXReader]Chapter 22: Phoenix [Fear of Flight]
"My have you aged my queen" Arthur said smugly. Ever since his rebellious nature took a high rise, he hasn't gotten along with any of the royal; especially his own boss, the queen. Her fiery personality against his uncaring demeanor made for a very unstable relationship of leader and follower.
"Same goes for you to England." She looked down at him from her throne, her white jeweled dress was long and covered most of her body.
"Huh?" he looked at her with a confused emotion; he's immortal how could he age?
"You are not the same person that left these walls, but I cannot specify how. Something about the way you carry yourself I believe." She commented. She stood from her throne, the light shone on her porcelain face. Her head held high with a heightened eyebrow as she examined the man before her.
"You have finally returned to us England." The guards raised and held Arthur up, "And what a mess you have made with your abandonment of our home land. You h
Only In My Memories Mituna x Troll!Reader Sadstuck This place, in the beginning, resembled my hive on Alternia. I sit in this place and see all of my favorite things that my matesprit had given me. I had a skateboard that had my sign on it. Mituna wanted it to be special and only for me. He was so sweet, just like honey. He had given me so many stuffed animals that I could make a pile and sleep on them. But my favorite was a bee that looked just him. It had a helmet, cute little yellow boots, and Gemini symbols on the tips of it's wings. Mituna wanted me to know that he would be with me even when he wasn't here.More Like This
All the memories come flooding back, unwanted, unneeded. Tears start to burn my white eyes. I clutch the bee to my chest as tears start to spill out of my dead eyes. The scene around me starts shifting from my home to the park where I had first met Mituna. I can still remember how had he laughed as he finished a complicated trick.
~A boy with a yellow helmet laughed as finished grinding down a rai
Insane?Kankri x Reader x Cronus 4The topic of concern was still simmering in his room. Horuss had reported faint snoring from inside when he had attempted pick the lock on the door, at Mulin's request. She had first thought it would be best to talk to Kankri, but sense he seemed to be peaceful for now; they all agreed it would be best to just let Kankri sleep rather than confronting him just yet.More Like This
Everyone Meulin thought could help was gathered in the spacious living room. Kurloz sat quietly beside his girlfriend on the love seat, while Mituna stared off into space slouched on his favorite beanbag chair. Rufioh shared the couch with Horuss. Cronus wouldn't be back for another hour, giving them plenty of time.
Horuss decided to start. Pushing his dark welding glasses up he asked, "What is the full story?" In a low whisper.
"You don't have to be tho quiet. Blabber-mouth is dead to our plane of reality right now." The gamer deadpanned, rolling on his back to kick lazily at the air.
Rufioh quickly interrupted what was beco
You Lied Gamzee x readerYou LiedMore Like This
Gamzee x reader
I remember. I remember all the times that made me love him. When he would cuddle with me as we talked about random things. How he would honk cutely to show how he was feeling. The way he made me laugh. But now…he terrified me.
He wasn’t talking, he was yelling. His honks weren’t cute anymore, they sent shivers down my spine. And now instead of making me laugh, he made my terrified. And probably the scariest part was I still loved him.
And there was one reason why. He promised. He promised me he would always protect me. He would always love me. He promised to never hurt me. And I trusted him. No. I still trust him.
I had watched. Watched as he had murdered my friends. Yet, I couldn’t hate him. But at the moment I couldn’t do anything but run. I felt so weak. I ran until I saw it. It was my moirail, ______. They where dead. And I knew it was him. There has a ‘honk’ written on the floor in their blood. That was i
Naruto - Genin Years Chapter 1Chapter 1More Like This
Where Foreigners Live In Hidden Leaves
Hello everyone its Ami-san here and guess what I'm going to start my own story meaning I'm going to do some Literature! And this is a Naruto fanfic and with my Ocs in it, but if you guys want your Ocs in it too you can ask me! So I'm going to show the couples in this story:
Ok that's the couples so far but now to start this Story~!!!
In one beautiful night in Konoha, four "Travelers" entered the village, with no surprise to Ninjas how have normal Guard duty at the front gate they noticed them as they entered. Naturally they got up and went to them, "Excuse me" the one how spoke was Izumo. Ami looked at him and said "you’re excused". Frankie, who was next to her started to smirk, but to Izumo that annoyed him, on the
Beauty and the Beast Chapter 46More Like This
WARNING. Some sensitive material enclosed. Friendly warning. Hope you guys enjoy
“No…No, you can’t just leave.” You said, staring at the door in disbelief. You just could not wrap your mind around what had just happened. In your mind this went beyond all logic and reason. She loved her brother so much, to the point of babying him at times. When you first met her she was practically hanging on him every moment. For her to just up and leave like this was preposterous.
“No.” you said a little firmer this time, shakily standing up from your sitting position.
“No, you can’t just leave!” Your voice rose a bit at this point as did the pain in your arm, but you ignored it all; your indignation outweighed everything else except for Natalya’s sudden disappearance.
“You can’t just leave! Do you hear me?! You can’t just leave like this!” you shouted, racing towards the door and flinging it op
Stolen Escape: Act I (Thief! England X Reader)More Like This
Act I (Thief! England X Reader)
A/N: Here I am again! XD I know I just posted just yesterday well this morning since it was like 2 in the morning but I just couldn’t help but to write this one down. It’s something different and I really really like this plot. It’s just something you wouldn’t find too often on the internet. It’s more of a mystery but there is definitely going to be more added things in it as well so please do enjoy!
And don’t be afraid to comment and/or fav!! THANK YOU!! ^w^
“Get em’!” The police yelled into the air. You suddenly stopped in your tracks upon hearing the yelling and screaming that came from the other side of the street. Confused and rather curious, you walked closer to the edge of the street hoping to get a better view of the weird event that was playing out over there. You saw several policemen running around within the business building obviously chasin
Operation Tomato--Itacest x Child!Male!ReaderMore Like This
(Warning, if you didn't know already, this is an incest ship of the Italy brothers (Feliciano and Lovino). There's nothing drastically adult, but the two Italians ARE a couple, friend. Enjoy! )
The sun was still in the sky, only just beginning its journey down so that the moon could take its place. Believe it or not, the house was fairly quiet today. Lovino and (M/N) were outside, playing the usual games together. While inside the house- more specifically the kitchen- Feliciano sang cheerfully to himself as he prepared the pasta for dinner.
"Aa hitofude de, miiru subarashii sekai~ Nagagutsu da kenpai da! Heta-" He cut himself off as little footsteps sounded from outside the kitchen. Looking around, it took him a moment for him to finally realize that it was little (M/N), who was much too short for him to see at the height he was looking around at. With a smile, he made sure that the pasta would be okay by itself for a moment befor
Sleepless in ItaliaIt was another world meeting.More Like This
Again, America was the chairman, and of course – he was bragging about himself being the hero of the world. England was reprimanding America that he wasn't sticking to the topic. France was being France. Russia was trying to be friends with some other nations, but instead creeping them out. China was cuddling with his panda bear. Canada was invisible as always. Japan had no opinion whatsoever about the topic. Germany was shouting for the others to shut up. It was a pretty normal meeting, actually.
Well, except for the fact that the two Italians were sleepy as hell.
You would think that Italy, being Italy, would always be sleepy in meetings. Romano, really, would be munching on a tomato to keep himself busy. But, the two didn't have any sleep that night. Romano, as well as Italy, forgot it was a world meeting that day, so they were pretty late. Plus, they skipped their breakfast, and are hungry, too.
Romano groaned, feeling a migraine creep into a sid
Always: Chapter FourWhen I saw him and her together in our bed, rekindling the love they had lost for each other, I first felt shock. My body went numb and my mind went blank.More Like This
Then a wave of anger hit me like a tidal wave. It was like none I had felt before. I pulled the ring I had spent so long agonizing over, the ring I had finally convinced my self to propose with, and threw it at them as hard as I could.
I was gone before the box landed. I stormed out of the house, his desperate words chasing after me. But I ignored them. All I could think about was getting as far from him as possible.
The rain seemed to wash the anger from me as I went, and by the time I reached my brother's house I was a sobbing wreck.
Seeing him and her together, it forced me through so much in just a few minutes. How would he react, now that I have committed the same act? And with my own brother, too? Would he ever accept me?
All of these thoughts swirled in Feliciano's mind as he stared at
Six Ways to Earn More CommissionsIf you’re serious about earning an income with your art, then you have to be serious about marketing yourself. If you’re like me, you hate selling… you don’t like rejection, it makes you nervous and you think you’re no good at it. That’s why we’re artists and not salesmen. Fortunately marketing yourself is kind of an art form. Although I don’t have all the answers, I’d like to share a little of what I’ve learned about the art of marketing ourselves.More Like This
Be Seen: First, make it easy for people to find you. Create a deviation with a list of the different kinds of commissions you offer, with a sample and a price for each. Put this deviation near the top of your profile so that everyone knows you’re open for commissions. Here’s mine as an example:
Join commission groups where people looking for commissions can find you. Many commission groups will expect you to have a commission s
Far From Home Chapter 2Feliciano woke up, naked and confused. He was in an unfamiliar place, a place that was not his forest. It smelled like dust, make-up and hairspray and it overloaded his sensitive nose. He sat up quickly and the cage he was in toppled over and crashed to the floor. He groaned in pain and his ears twitched when he heard laughter and he looked around. He spotted a woman with long hair that was a little past the back of her knees, obviously dyed blue. She was wearing fake cat ears on top of her head and she wore a black knee-length dress. Around her waist was a black belt with a fake cat tail attached to it. She walked over to the cage and kneeled down, setting the cage up right with a little difficulty because of his weight. He curled his tail around to hide his privates when he noticed the woman look at them.More Like This
"Better be careful foxy. Wouldn't want to injure yourself before your first show, would you?" she ask as she stared at him. He gave her a hard stare and she laughed again. "What's t
Ghostly LettersThe house seemed rather lonely as it sat on the top of the hill. Even from a distance, it seemed sad and abandoned with its aged and dark colored wood. The windows seemed cracked and stained yellow, giving it a creepy look. No one had any desire to buy the house because of its sad atmosphere that it gave off. The last owners had died over a decade ago due to old age, but the house was still neglected. Which was why the realtor was surprised when Feliciano had agreed to buy the lonely house. It was being sold for a cheap price and it looked big from the outside. Sure the inside was dusty and looked like one of those silly haunted houses that they had at theme parks where people would go in to test out their bravery, but with a little bit of work and love, the house would come alive again to its old beauty. Feliciano was sure of it.More Like This
With the help of some friends, he managed to get the house looking fairly nice. He even came across a few things that were most likely left behind by older o
A Beginner's Guide to Offering Commissions OnlineI decided to write this journal because in the last month alone, I had about five young artists ask me this question in one form or another: "How should I go about offering commissions?"More Like This
This seemingly easy question can actually be quite difficult to answer. The first time I was asked this question, I expected to write only a paragraph response. I was shocked to find that once I had finished writing my response, I had been writing for almost a half hour and had written five paragraphs. Why is this not a simple question? I think the answer lies in the fact that how to offer commissions is not altogether intuitive. I know that when I began to offer commissions, I was at a complete loss. It took me a few years before I got into the swing of things. Even now I make mistakes. So, without further ado I present a beginner's guide, built on my many mistakes, many accomplishments, and 5 years of experience!
One of the first things I recommend
All His Fault...? (Itacest, part 3)//*A little note from the Author* Hey everyone! Sorry it took so long to do this, I had the hardest time writing this chapter. Partially because I wasn’t sure how I wanted to continue, partially because I kept re-writing it, and partially because I am a procrastinating perfectionist…. So here’s the finished chapter 3, hope you all enjoy-! (And don’t kill me because I took a long time on it sorry sorry OTL- and it’s kind of a short chapter, too- ;w; )//More Like This
It was a perfectly clear, sunny day as Ludwig drove along, accompanied by a snoring Southern Italian in the seat next to him. Ludwig pulled into another roundabout, drawing closer to his home. Luckily, it had been a short drive back, so perhaps Feliciano wouldn’t suspect where he’d actually been (at the airport, picking
Bonded Lovers (Itacest)Soft sobs, coupled with frightened screams, broke the quiet of the room. A bundled figure tossed and turned on a large bed, reaching out to grasp something, but their hands would curl into fists moments later. The door to the room quietly opened, and another figureMore Like This
rushed to the bed, immediately cradling the first in their arms, cooing comforting words. The sobs and screams died down, reducing to whimpers, while they clutched at the second figure, much like a child would to their mother. Sitting silently and calmly, they waiting
until the first figure sat up, turning away sharply for the second figure, ashamed at being caught and comforted.
‘It’s alright.’ The first figure shook his head, his fingers ripping thru the bed sheet below them as he crumpled it between his fingers, shaking his head furiously.
‘I’m not a fucking child!’ A hand reached out, rubbing up and down the shaking figures back comfortingly, waiting patiently until they relaxed, falli
RomaHeta Remake 1.0 You are (not) aloneSo, I gave up.More Like This
Here ya go your 3-hours long remake for VX.
First link for actual game, the other three are for the OST (put them in the Audio folder once you opened the file of the first link).
Ignore the rest of the trash and search for the Game.exe
The last ones are OSTs that I deleted by mistake, lol. Put it in the BGM Folder (Thanks :iconNoir74: ! )
If someone get the reference I'm gonna give him/her a biscuit ^^
:iconHetalia-Videogames: - Lot of
Welcome to the world of Dreamtalia! (Informations)Please read this entry for general & technical informations.More Like This
What's Dreamtalia? - Disclaimers
DREAMTALIA (or in Japanese language, Yumetalia "夢タリア") is a WIP RPG original fangame, created by :iconkyokyo866: and :iconpianodream: , on the anime/manga series Axis Powers Hetalia. It features numerous characters from the series as they live through surreal, original adventures. The genre of the game is described as Adventure/Fantasy with a dash of Horror.
It can be considered as a large western-made HetaGame project, and aims to be broadcasted on Youtube and possibly NicoNicoDouga, in a similar manner to RomaHeta, HetaQuest or HetaOni. However, Dreamtalia's storyline has nothing related to the mentioned series.
The original plot of Dreamtalia was inspired by a roleplay session Kyo and insertAWESOMNESS had, which was then rewritten and turned into a whole story by Piano and Kyo.
Please take note that this project is purely FANMADE and t
CH:3 Prussia X Crossdresser!Reader:Falling for YouMore Like This
Damn, damn, damn... You cursed silently in your mind. Gilbert smirked, evilly. The entire auditorium looked on. You tried your best to mask your reddening face. You smirked back at Gilbert, hoping he'd take hint that you clearly were a boy.
Apparently, he was extremely dense.
He crossed his arms and began to walk around you, as if interrogating you. He leaned near your neck, his hot breath on it, you tried not to turn purple from blushing. He leaned back.
" You look enough like a dude... You have the voice... " He called out, making everyone in their seats lean forward. You growled. Suddenly, as fast as a finger-snap, Gilbert was touching you. The entire audience had their eyes wide open. You held back the urge to push him over and beat him up. He felt up your upper body. He placed his hands on your stomach, as if feeling your abs.
" No six-packs? Shame... " He muttered, smirking up at you. You growled. It ain't your fault! You didn't enjoy working out! M
America X Reader ~Stay~"Stay." Alfred pleads, a whisper that tickles your lip tempting you with the possibilities entailed if you listen. You glance up, from where your gaze was fixated on inspecting the intricate details of his black and white polka-dot bowtie, the one he wears especially for you if he wants something from you, up to those begging, beautiful blue eyes that meet yours.More Like This
"You know I can't. I have to go." you reply, shortly, primly, and your grip tightens on your small, black clasp purse, the one anchor to your argument, to your need to leave and not stay, to your reason for departure, the one reason that is quickly leaving your mind.
"Do you?" he whispers, and he leans closer to you, pressing up against you, and you can feel the heat from his body smoldering off of him as you stand in the doorway to the apartment, you the immovable object and the he the unstoppable force, and his hand, sneaky, trails up to your hip, taunting you as it pulls you towards him.
The possibilities, it promise
Christmas Presents- BF!Gilbert x Reader [gift~]More Like This
“GET OUT OF HERE!!” you yelled at your boyfriend. You threw your jacket over your presents and then ran to the door of your room, where he was currently grinning at you like the dork he was. “Out out out!” you started to push him out.
“Hey, Frau… this isn’t awesome… I just want to see my girlfriend!!” he whined, but you saw that he was actually smirking.
“I know you want to see the presents but you are banned from here until I tell you!” you grunted as you pushed him one last time and quickly closed the door.
You could hear him laugh, but you resisted the urge to laugh as well and just rolled your eyes and went back to work.
He was like this every year. He’d peek into shopping bags as you walked inside or surprise you into dropping things by poking your sides. Sometimes you’d catch him at the tree, shaking boxes as he’d try to guess what was inside them. You thou
Dreams [Child!Prussia x Child!Reader]More Like This
“Kesesese~ I’m the king of the hill!”
An arrogant silver-haired boy is seen perched atop a large slab of rock, face full of triumph and gleeful smiles. Feet still firmly planted on the ground however, is a little girl around the same age as the proud boy who was wearing a slightly annoyed air about her.
“Fine…you win alright? This game was dumb anyways,” she replies, crossing her arms as her [EyeColor] orbs looked down at the ground.
The boy seems to be having great pleasure in beating the girl in the game, so instead he wore that signature smirk of his before continuing, “But I really do like the view up here…”
As much as the girl hated to admit it, she really did want to be up there- seeing everything that her best friend was seeing. It really wasn’t fair! Why was he a better climber than her?
RQ: RikuXReaderMore Like This
“Oh Kairi, hey to you too.”
(y/n) was a high school student at Kingdom Hearts High, it was a rather interesting school with a wide variety of students and teachers, but that’s what made everyday exciting, whether it be in a good or bad way. She was good friends with the red-head named Kairi and her twin sister, Naminé.
“So, you doing anything tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow’s Saturday . . . . . No, why?”
“Well, I just thought it’d be a fun idea to gather up our friends and head to the beach for some R&R. Whatcha think?”
“Oh really? That sounds like fun, course I’ll come.”
“Great! Now I really can’t wait!” An explosion was suddenly heard, making the students all go into a panic. (y/n) and Kairi were both knocked off their feet from the force of the explosion. (y/n) closed her eyes and braced herself . . . . .
“Hey, you ok?”
Strength [2P!Teacher!America x Student!Reader]More Like This
You were something special.
He watches you with ruby-red eyes, but knows to not be staring at you for too long in case it arouses unwanted suspicion. Allan pretends to keep a firm eye on the students, even making the occasional gruff remark to keep up his façade of actually caring about all his students equally.
The smooth, clear-cut strikes of your limbs were so precise, hitting the target in the most accurate and painful places possible. You were like water, moving as if it were only second-nature to you- yet you were also a form of fire, with flames burning passionately in your [EyeColor] orbs. Something about you caught his eye, but he shook the feeling away. If there was one thing he despised it was being dependent on someone else, especially if it were a female student of his!
“Movements too slow and too weak. Your follow-throughs must be fast,” he demonstrates this by round-housing the dummy straight in t
RomanoXReader Keeping PromisesMore Like This
((WARNING: CONTAINS CURSING. But hey, it's Romano, we all knew that. So you don't like? Don't read.))
"Tch! Stupid tomato jerk! Making a little kid like me clean his giant house! Who does he think he is?!" Grumbled the small country.
"Romano, I can hear you." Called the older Spaniard from the other room. The tall, tanned skinned, brown haired, and green eyed young man walked in and stared down at the little, hot tempered, dark brown haired, and amber eyed Italian. The Spaniard sighed in defeat. "Roma, just go outside. I'll clean."
"Ha! Good luck with that, you stupid tomato jerk!" Romano laughed before he ran out to the tomato garden. Out of all the things that he hated, living at Spain's place, he loved the tomato garden. "The only thing that jerk's good for is his tomatoes! If it wasn't for that, he'd be worthless!" The little boy grabbed for a bright red tomato.
Just as he gave it a tug, it wouldn't pull away from the vine.
"What the hell? Stupid thing." Romano grumbled as he gave
America x Reader ~Mind and Matter~~Mind and Matter~More Like This
It wasn’t easy being Alfred’s voice of reason. With the way his imagination carried him too far, sometimes it was necessary to give him a push in the sensible direction. And sometimes a shove.
That wasn’t to say imagination was a bad thing to have. Not at all, no. How else would the world have evolved into what it was today, you asked yourself? Besides, imagination was the perfect way to fuel Alfred’s hyperactive personality when there was nothing else to do.
But you digressed. When being the voice of reason, there could always be a time when imagination went too far.
Imagination came in the form of Alfred: it fueled his personality, it guided his conscious, and it shaped the way he thought and acted. (You were only grateful imagination didn’t push itself out in the form of a friend. That would have been a disaster in his childhood years.)
You, on the other hand, were the teacher to the student, the policeman to the rambunctious teenage h
S. Italy x Reader, REQUEST “Mia Ragazza Idiota”More Like This
It all started when your teacher said that the two of you were married.
All right, well, it wasn’t a direct assertion, but to support his example for this class, he had given the scenario that you and Lovino Vargas were a married couple looking for a new home. The thing about that was that you had never spoken to Lovino Vargas in your life, had only seen him maybe once or twice on your way to a different class. He sat across the room from you in this shared math class, and you both stayed pretty close to your small circle of friends—you with Circe and Miriam, and him with his brother and his brother’s boyfriend, the really hot German nerd.
That was when the jokes had started, when the others would ask, “Have you guys found your new home yet?” or “Any kids yet? Name one after me!”
That was literally how you and Lovino Vargas became friends.
At first it was irritating, but then you two had silently made a
Dust (Prussia x Reader) - PrologueFor the first time in two days, his thirst touches upon his mind.More Like This
He searches himself, partly on impulse, but he already knows he has no means of sating it – whether or not he, exactly, should be pressing it to the forefront of his brain is something quite different, even if human nature urges. Pockets turn up empty, his mouth turns up dry. He wants to glance back, but fears he will turn to salt if he does. The place may not be blazing, but that doesn’t make him feel any less apprehensive (buried somewhere unreachable within him – a location of which he knows nothing), seeing as it may just as well be. Perhaps he should have set it alight – then a good portion of them would already be dead.
And yet despite the futility of his little escapade, his campaign, he cannot find it within himself to submit again, at least at this time. Perhaps further down the path, when he’s withered enough – maybe then carelessness will be supremely more desirable.
My Girl's Got A Gun. [CanadaxReader] My Girl's Got A Gun.More Like This
[Canada x Reader]
In this reader insert, there are mentions of Skeet Shooting. If yu don't know what that is, don't be alarmed. I was kind enough to go into detail about how my school does it, so you don't have to do extensive research on it.
Whoever told her that Ivan was scarier on the ice than Matthew was lying through their teeth. As [y/n] sat in the bleachers at the school's hockey game, she was the only one who saw the change in her best friend. Off of the ice, he was a shy teenage boy that no one paid any attention to. However, once he gets the hockey stick in his hands he's a completely different man. He has a fierce look in his violet eyes and anyone could tell that he was the star of the night- and to stay the hell out of his way.
This was his place to shine.
Seeing the change in his over all demeanor made [y/n] more excited than she should have been for a high school hockey game. She was jumping to her feet, cheering
Semicolon (EnglandxReader)SemicolonMore Like This
The high-pitched ringing of Arthur Kirkland’s phone woke him up in the silence of the night and, glaring at the obnoxious device, he quickly answered it while rubbing his duly throbbing temples. An irritated “Hello?” was muttered from his end as he stared at the numbers on his alarm clock. It was nearly midnight.
“Mr. Kirkland?” a quiet voice stuttered into the receiver and Arthur felt his fatigue disappear.
Furrowing his thick brows, he swallowed, “Yes. Who is this?”
The hushed voice didn’t answer. “I- I know that you gave us your number with the intent of homework help, and I know it’s late, but-” the voice wavered weakly, “but I need your help with something- something else.”
Something in the Brit’s heart panged and he tried to recognize the caller’s voice. “Of course, love, anything you need.”
There was a relieved gasping of air on the other end as t
Germany x Reader x America, REQUEST”A Stupid Game”More Like This
“We can’t play that,” you blurted, and you slid away from the box. You ran into your messy Converse, and you pushed them aside as you brought your knees of to your chest. “We’re definitely not playing that,” you confirmed.
Alfred F. Jones slid towards you, angling his head. “Why not? Are you afraid to lose to a hero? Don’t be afraid, (name). I’ll go easy on you.” He crawled over to you, letting his T-shirt dangle down and reveal his attractive lower body. Someone really had to buy that boy a fitted shirt. Also, his messy hair looked like it needed a wash. He had gone too many days without properly cleaning his hair. “C’mon, don’t be a baby. What are you so afraid of?”
“Monopoly breaks families and friendships apart. We start off as friends, but by four in the morning, we’ll be trying to poison each other with arsenic.” You paused to grasp his face, an
Canada x Reader - Plushie ConfessionMore Like This
Sleepovers with Matthew and his brother Alfred always proved themselves to be eventful.
Whether or not that was a good thing, you’ve yet to decide.
“Matthew, help! Your– brother– is– choking– me!”
“C-C’mon now Alfred, let _____ go, it’s just a movie–”
“NO! Oh god, DO NOT OPEN THAT CLOSET!”
Having completely disregarded Matthew’s attempts at making Alfred let you go, the American instead chose to grab onto Matthew too, ensnaring him in his death grip in his fit of fear.
Why did you accept their invitation for a sleepover again?
Because of Matthew.
Not saying it like it’s a bad thing, but your longtime, shy Canadian friend Matthew was someone you happened to harbor feelings for; and due to these feelings, you usually wanted to be around him, an
Forgive Me [Male!Belarus x Reader]More Like This
“Oi. Wake up sleepy head.”
Rubbing his eyes as his vision cleared, Nikolai came face-to-face with a [EyeColor] eyed girl. Looking around, he remembered he was on the school roof hiding under the shadowed area of the rafters. It was a warm summer day today, and he had to take off his uniform jacket if he didn’t want to bake in the sun. Brushing a bead of sweat from his hairline, he grumbled, “What are you doing here? Aren’t you going to eat lunch with that stupid American and his friends?”
Turning to his side, he tried his best to fall asleep again. [Name] however, wouldn’t allow this to happen. “What? Are you jealous? Or maybe it’s the heat…that always gets you bothered,” she grinned, sitting in front of him with her legs crossed.
Shooting her a dark look like an irritated cat, he ran his fingers through his hair.
“What if I told you that I was t
France x Reader - Sleepy AffectionsMore Like This
If there was one thing Francis Bonnefoy loved more than the world, it definitely had to be you.
And also the fact that you were just too cute when you got drowsy.
“You don’t have to stay awake with me, mon amour,” Francis spoke, his voice so gentle you could’ve sworn it was trying to coax you to sleep. “I’ll be finished with all this paperwork soon. Get some rest before me, oui?”
“But…” A yawn broke through your voice, effectively cutting off your sentence. “…I don’t want you to be lonely…”
His heart swelled at your words, a warm smile touching his lips as he chuckled. “Me? Lonely? With someone like you by my side? _____, just knowing that you love me is enough to chase those lonely feelings away.”
“Then… having me physically at your side must chase even more of those lonely feelings away… right?” you pointed out, your voice slowed fr
America x Reader - Penguin HugsMore Like This
“Hurry up, _____! We gotta see the penguins! A hero’s life is never complete until he’s seen penguins!”
The warm hand that was wrapped around yours eagerly pulled you towards the penguin area, the place which Alfred loved the most in the zoo; why he had such a deep fascination with the artic birds, you’d never know. “The penguins aren’t gonna just disappear, Alfie,” you said, a light chuckle falling from your lips. “We have all the time in the world.”
“But dude! The zoo pamphlet said that for a limited time we can actually go into the penguin habitat! How cool is that!?” Alfred exclaimed. His pace seemed to steadily increase as he spoke, forcing you to stumble along. “C’mon! I’ve always wanted to test this thing out!”
“Huh?” You cocked your head at this. “What’re you testing out? If you’re planning to feed them burgers, Alfie…”
This evoked a h
BullyAmericax Reader-Hate me-Chapter 3More Like This
After school you went to Alfred's house. You didn't expect much from this visit, nothing actually to be exact, but you were to be surprised.
His mother opened the door for you and happily waved you inside. She was a friendly lady and offered you cookies and milk. But she was also clearly Alfred's mother.
''Do you have these in you country?'' She pointed to the baked goods. You stopped eating one midway and just stared at her. ''Er...yes, we do''
Did she think you were from some country that was in another century? You continued to eat you cookie in confusion and waited until Alfred finally came down.
He was wearing his football-uniform. What a showoff. (And it fit him awfully well)
To your surprise, he hugged you and smiled at you. ''Let's go up to my room, dudette, so I can show you my big boy'' he snickered and wiggled his eyebrows.
You raised an eyebrow in disgust until his mother interrupted him. ''Oh, don't worry, he is talking about his cat, hero. My son acts like such a playboy
America x Mermaid!Reader pt5 - Captive HeartsMore Like This
You were somewhere far from your home, in a dungeon decorated in disease and death.
You were kept in a glass container filled with water, it was way too small. The top was open so you could pop your head out but you didn't want to because there was Caterpillar Brows sitting comfortably in a chair with tea in his hands. He was trying to talk with you but you simply ignored him.
Still you couldn't help but observe the man America looked up to; this man named England, personification of the country. You watched him get out of his chair and approach you. He bent down, smiling, and started knocking on the glass.
You groaned, irritated at the loud echoing banging. Gods, you hated when people did that. Gasping, you poked your head out of the water and hissed, "That was dirty. Stop doing that."
"Only when we can finally talk, love.” He smirked.
“Well you took me from my home so what
Better to burn than fade (Demon!England x Reader)More Like This
A stinging slap resounded in the quiet room as his palm cracked against your face.
It took a moment for the pain to register- as though your very flesh was surprised by the blow. You raised your eyes to your assailant, pressing your lips together, determined not to make a sound. You would not give him that satisfaction.
"I will not tolerate your insubordination," your stepfather hissed at you, his eyes little slits of fury, "You have been here long enough. It is time for you to be wed."
You didn't waste your breath pointing out that the husband your stepfather had chosen for you also happened to be old enough to be your grandfather. What was the point? As you reached to massage your stinging cheek, you found yourself thinking of your mother, of what she would have said, were she still alive. You doubted that she would have rejoiced at such a fate for you- her only child sold off like chattel into a loveless marriage with a geriatric, but she adored your stepfather and you couldn't rule
Ghost!Reader x England - Alone No MoreGhost!Reader x England – Alone No MoreMore Like This
“Arthur, people are looking at you funny again.”
It was the middle of summer in London, England. The sun was out and the weather was not too cold or too hot. The clouds blocked it out every now and then, but other than that it was a perfect day. People were busy at work, children were playing to their hearts content, and the overall atmosphere was great.
A perfect day for a walk.
That is if you were actually walking with someone.
You were floating alongside Arthur as he walked down one of the busy London streets. He had just gotten off of work and was speaking to you about his day. Like every other day it was always hectic for him. He had a high end job that required a lot of paperwork. Most times he was up all night trying to finish them.
He stops speaking to you after you spoke those words. He looks around him and realizes people were staring at him like he was a loon. He bl
Prince!ArthurXReader: Lady Knight"So now you see, why I didn't reveal my identity until it was just the two of us." You muttered as you looked at him from under your eyelashes.More Like This
His green eyes were wide as he sputtered out:
"Y-you... You're... You're a lady?!" He shouted rather loudly. "But, but you took down every other opponent like it was child's play?"
"Well, I had a great teacher." You shrug. "He didn't discriminate against me... In fact I think he saw it as an advantage." You paused, your hands shaking slightly. "I mean, no one would expect a woman to pull out a sword from underneath her dress and fight like a knight." You noticed how Arthur visibly flinches as the words come out of your mouth, oh yeah, modesty. "Ah, I'm sorry, my lord." His title rolls off your tongue fluently. "But I was raised around boys, so I suppose I am not quite lady-like as you are used to." You speak honestly.
"But how do you expect me to let you fight, when you are just a girl yourself? What am I to do if you die, or get hurt, protecti
Exchange Experience ~England x Reader~More Like This
“It is not our differences that separate us.
It is our inability to recognize and accept them.”
“Hello, I believe you must be [Y/n] from the exchange program. I am Arthur Kirkland. It is a pleasure to meet you." Said young man took your hand in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles, before bowing his head. He was dressed pretty formal, with a shirt and a checkered vest, with perfectly ironed pants and polished shoes. You couldn't deny that the young gentleman had a pleasing appearance as well. Blonde hair, emerald eyes, pink cute lips, but there was one particular feature that was drawing your attention.
"The pleasure is all mine." You replied, unaware that your eyes were glued to his bushy eyebrows. Sometimes, something that is a little bit out of people's expectations of ordinary can capture your attention.
"I don't wan
Magic and Loss: England X Ghost!ReaderA/N: Please note that this is your only trigger warning. Much mention of death, and mention of an accident. If you are sensitive to these themes, then please take caution and read at your own risk.More Like This
“Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm,
and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Kirkland. It was too late, and we couldn’t save her.” The doctor’s tired voice echoed in the room. Arthur’s breath hitched as tears blurred his vision. The beeping of the heart monitor increased and mixes with the noise of the nurse telling him to calm down, but Arthur couldn’t hear them.
Things were not supposed to end like this. Her life wasn’t supposed to end so suddenly. The two of th
Like Kissing Sunshine - Hetaoni! America x ReaderMore Like This
Cautiously, you poked your head out the door and glanced down the long, eerie hallway. You carefully closed the door, pulled open the metal portal in the corner of the room, and dashed up the stairs into Ludwig's well-made secret base. Inside were your friends Alfred, Arthur, Matthew, Francis, Ivan, and Yao; all relaxing nonchalantly around the dining table.
You paced in front of the door anxiously. How could they be so calm inside this mansion of hell?
"Mon Cher, why don't you relax and have a glass of wine?" Francis called as he swished the red liquid in his wine glass. "You've been pacing around there for the longest time."
You wrung your wrists nervously, "Well I can't help it! The others have been gone for a while now."
Earlier, the Axis - Kiku, Feliciano, Ludwig, Gilbert, Antonio, and Lovino - headed out somewhere in the house to inspect something strange. They've been gone for an hour now and you couldn't help but think that maybe the monster that lurks the hallways, Steve, was
America x Reader - AlwaysMore Like This
"It's weird- we've never met before and yet... I feel like I've missed you."
Headcannon: when counties 'die' they are reborn as their younger selves
Flashback - 8 years old
''C'mon, Alfie! You're sooo slow!'' A pretty girl with [h/l][h/c] hair beckoned to a boy of about her age. The boy, supposedly 'Alfie', pouted and pushed dirty blonde locks out of his shockingly blue eyes.
''Hero's aren't slow, so I can't be slow! You're the slow one!''
You both humph-ed and crossed your arms, turning away from each other. The angry silence went on for a few minutes, before [e/c] eyes met blue ones and you both collapsed to the grassy floor, laughing.
''Ahaha, [Name], let's never fight again, okay?'' Alfred wheezed out in between fits of laughter. You giggled along with him, nodding. You patted around the grass until you found his hand, then intertwined your fingers with his.
''Mmmh, I don't like fighting with you, Alfie! Best friends, yeah?'' You asked, squeez
My Baby|2P!England x Child!Reader x 2P!AmericaMore Like This
Entering the house, you yawned as you placed your bag pack beside the the sofa in the living room. You went to a math tutor who kind of destroyed your little brain by giving a lot of questions to solve. As you were about to lay on the sofa, you heard a faint voice from the kitchen. Assuming that it was your father, you got up and head towards the kitchen but stopped when you heard Allen's voice. You took out your camera from your pocket and started to record.
"Look at you! All grown up!"
"You were so cute when you were young~!"
"Come! Give me a hug~"
As soon as you heard that, you rushed beside the kitchen and pecked in.
Allen hesitated at first but eventually stood up from the table and hugged Oliver. Oliver hugged back and stroked the American's brown hair, "Be a good boy, my baby", Oliver whispered.
You covered your mouth to avoid laughing out loud but then you couldn't hold it when Allen said that he'll try.