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~Hey everyone~ Hope you enjoy the story and the new comeback! XD i'm sorry if this is short, I'm kinda in the middle of other series XD
(name) woke up with the sun shining into the room. Antonio was sleeping without a sound, while (Name) was opening up the curtains more, Letting in some more sunshine.
Antonio married ______ for 3 years, While being saved from arthur who was trying to marry ____.
"Wake up daddy!" A little boy named Matthew who's _____ and antonio's youngest son, jumped on Antonio's lap. Matthew is a shy boy but he gets active when He's around someone who he knows well.Matthew was followed by a little quiet girl named marianne, The girl with long dark brown hair in pigtails with red ribbons holding them in place.
She was carrying her blue fish, which she is obsessed with. she sat on the bed with antonio and matthew.
While antonio started to wrestle with matthew,
_______ giggled a little and then she went to the kitchen to make some tea. __
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Today, you finally had a day off, no more work and some time for you to relax and take a taste of the good life. You decided to pay a visit to some shops, but unlucky, nothing got your attention. Sure the clothes and shoes were cute, but not exaclly your style. After two hours of walking non-stop you took a break at a coffee shop. You took a seat at a table outside. It was very sunny and hot outside. Your favorite type of weather. What you didn't noticed was a mysterious guy stalking you. He was eyeing your purse and when you closed your eyes for some seconds, he run towards you and grabbed your purse in fast move. You opened your eyes and you jumped up, trying to chase after him. Yelling for help, a police officer noticed him and in an instant he chased after him.
The thief run into an alley, the police officer after him. You run over there, cursing yourself for wearing heels today. When you took the corner of the alley, you saw the thief, on the ground and handcuffed.
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Antonio X Reader - Estoy Enamorado.
You were staring out of the open window. It was another hot day in Spain and you had nothing to do. Antonio's house was quite big...
Antonio and you had been friends for a long time, and you actually started to have a crush on him. But you were afraid if you told him, you would ruin your friendship, so you weren't going to tell him... Antonio was now on a journey, he had asked you to look after little Lovino while he was gone with the other conquistadores on his ship. And you didn't mind, since you loved the little Italian. But it had already been so long since you last saw him...
You and Lovino also took care of the household together, but sometimes Lovino could be a real pain in the ass, since he wasn't always that nice to you and sometimes a bit lazy... Not to mention clumsy. But you knew he didn't mean it and that he always did his best (when he wanted to.) And you knew Lovino missed Antonio as well, even though he would always deny that.
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Hey there reader-Chan! Antonio's POV is written in italics in this chapter! Enjoy!
You woke up in a captain's chamber, but it wasn't the usual one, which confused you. The chamber you usually woke up in had the Union Jack plastered over every visible surface. Instead, the bright shades of red and yellow engulfed you in all their Spanish glory. Heck, even the bed spread were in the idolized Spanish flag. "Well, they definitely have the same taste in interior decoration…" you grumbled to yourself.
"Don't hurt them…Take me...instead" you said, on the brink of losing consciousness.
Antonio bent down on one knee and whispered into your ear, "Now that wouldn't be fun, would it chica?"
"Please…" you weakly pleaded and slipped in to unconsciousness.
That look…it was so cute! I chuckled to myself as I thought of chica being so cute. Her feisty attitude, with her beauty…simplemente irresistible! This chica had definitely stolen my heart. But I was going to have my fun wi
Famous!SpainxReader It was circulating all over the news. Headlines in well-known magazines and newspapers read something on the lines of,"International Superstar Antonio Carriedo in the Hospital."More Like This
Seeing the magazine articles made you laugh. All the girls were more worried about his international tour then his 'assumed' bad health. And by 'assumed,' you meant that he didn't have bad health.
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, one of the biggest stars to the majority of the female population, was your best friend. He wasn't in the hospital. You were. And since being brought in, he hasn't left your side.
The nurses wouldn't allow anyone to see him or you, trying to keep the paparazzi out of you hairs. He really would've rather had some private time with you seeing as what happened.
Voice voice was stolen from you. No, that doesn't really sound right. Someone took your voice away from you. Stabbed you in the throat when you tried to scream for help and shredded your vocal cords
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"Our ship has been taken!" Eliza shouted running away from the monstrous ship that had gotten near your small sailing ship.
"Hey ladies!" shouted a man with a Spanish accent. You grabbed a piece of splintered wood and prepared to defend yourself and your friend. "Who don't you put hat stick down and come along peacefully, si?"
"No," you said and swung your 'weapon' at the Spanish invader. "Leave us alone we have nothing you want!"
The Spanish pirate laughed, "But I think you do. I mean you're here aren't you, chica?"
You gave him a dry laugh, "Very funny, I know some Spanish too. Tu es un bastardo!"
"Toni we got the girl, are you ready to go?
Toni, who at the moment looked very distracted at what you said, "S-si." He ran over and tried to grab you, but you swung the stick right in front of him. Just missing him.
"Come at me!"
"You couldn't possibly hit me-hay!" You smacked him on the arm with your stick.
"Try me cerdo (pig)," you shouted getting ready to hit him again.
Toni shot at you
Forbidden Love Story Pirate!Spainxreader ch.15More Like This
"I reject!" Antonio yelled as he burst the doors open. Francis and Gilbert were with him by his side. "Even though I'm a pirate and I will love _______ Forever!"
"Antonio!" _______ exclaimed while she ran down the aisle and jumped on antonio. "I missed you, I love you!" ________ cried happily.
"Te amo*~" Antonio said as he hugged _______ back. "I'll never let you go."
"What are you doing with my bride?!" Arthur screamed as he walked over to _______ and grabbed her wrist. "She's mine and only mine!"
"Yours?!?!" ________ exclaimed as she bit Arthur's hand. The guests gasped. "I belong to antonio! Not you You dirty thinking son of a b*tch!"
"Ow!" Arthur exclaimed as he let go of ________'s wrist.
"________." ________'s father said as he and his wife walked towards _______.
"Oh no," ________ said as she stopped and turns around and faces her parents.
"Oh dios~*!" Antonio exclaimed as he watched ________.
"I know what you want," ________'s father said.
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______ woke up when arthur was shaking her violently.
"What the hell?!" _______ said as she rubbed her eyes, getting used to the morning light.
"Get ready," Arthur said as he set ______'s clothes on the bed. "We're here at your kingdom."
"Okay,"_____ said under her breath. She doesn't want to meet her parents again. ________ began putting on clothes that arthur gave her. She looked in the mirror that was standing by Arthur bedside.
"I look hideous and It's uncomfortable." ______ said as she looked in the mirror, with disgust.
"You look beautiful love," Arthur said as he began putting on nice clothes that only rich people would wear.Then there was knock. Arthur opened it. It was alfred and peter.
"Hey Arthur," Alfred said as he walked in. "Can we talk to _______ for a moment?"
"Okay," Arthur said. "But no foolishness!"
"Hey Alfred and Peter! What's up?" ________ said as she stand up walking towards them.
"We want to give you something to remember
SpainxBullied!Reader: Mi Pequeno TomateI You hurried down the hall of the school head down and in silence. Most students would be chatting with friends or sitting with a group enjoying their lunch period. But not you, school was what you dreaded, and you were thrust into this hell every day. All you wanted was to get out. Students picked on you mercilessly; you didn't bother trying to stop them. There was no use anymore. You were that girl. That girl who no one liked. That girl whose world was crashing down around her.More Like This
"Watch it freak!" a student yelled when you accidentally bumped into them.
You muttered apology before continuing on your way. The names were normal now. But still brought tears to your (e/c) eyes. Finally you reached the doors to the courtyard and quickly went out. Not many people came here. It was a safe haven. The one place that you weren't picked on. The sun's rays shone warmly and you let out a sigh of re
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America x Reader
WARNING. SAD. THIS IS SAD. Part one?
So, I don't know about you guys...but I'm the type of fan who loves to read sad endings. Whether it be 'angst, death, betrayal, or even more betrayal'...I like them. I don't know, I mean...happy endings are great and all, but...Happy endings are best when they're bittersweet... That sums it up, don't you think? I like to add a pinch or a ton of reality.
But please, Enjoy.
You walked reluctantly behind the two happy couple, who was laughing, smiling, having the time of their lives. That couple is Alfred and _(random girl you really hate)_. They have been together for about the last three years...if you don't count the first date anniversary: which is today. Which just means that they've been going out for four years. Your heart clenched tightly in your chest, as you watched Alfred kissed her on the li
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He had kept all your letters.
The normal, almost automatic like thing people would usually do when they receive letters is to read them once, or skim them over again just to make sure that they had read it entirely right, quickly soaking in the words that had been written or typed by a loved one or friend. Even a bill of some sort would be quickly read through and paid in no time, leaving the white strip to be tossed into a nearby trash can- And the only time people would usually send letters is to wish someone a happy birthday, or to congratulate the person on some life accomplishment or simple goal that they were aiming to achieve, like finally bearing a child or graduating from high school and entering the college of their dreams. Simple letters had been getting scarcer the more technology through the ages has progressed into a world wide fenominom, leaving pieces of paper with conversations people would treasure and hold near to them to diminish little by little. It was on
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"Why did it have to snow so damn hard tonight?" You complained, resting your head on your arms as you pressed your nose against the cold glass of the window. Your boyfriend, Matthew, sat next to you and shrugged.
"No idea. But hey! It's not the end of the world if we didn't get to board our plane to Cuba, eh?" He blushed, looking the other way. Indeed, you two were supposed to be on your way to Santiago de Cuba this very instant. But unfortunately, a massive snow storm caused all of your local airports to shut down. You were planning on spending your Christmas holidays over there. Matthew and you were more than excited for this vacation!
"Now we're going to have to spend our only available holidays in our home... AGAIN!" You whined, throwing yourself across the couch and hiding your face into a pillow. Matthew chuckled at your reaction and got up so he could sit next to you.
"It's alright, ___________. As long as we get to spend Christmas together, I'm totally fine with staying at home
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You were sleeping soundly in your large, warm and fluffy bed. Your slow breathing was as steady as ever and the only action you were currently doing was dreaming endlessly. You were hugging your pillow against your chest and your bed sheets were wrapped around your body like a snug cocoon. Everything seemed fine until... He happened...
"MERRY CHRISTMAS! __________ WAKE UP! IT'S CHRISTMAS! WOOOOO MERRY CHRISTMAS! C'MON BABE WAKE UP!"
You felt the bed sheets being pulled off your body which caused you to be exposed to your mortal enemy: The cold. You opened up your tired eyes and lazily looked over your shoulder to find your one and only boyfriend, Alfred, right next to you with a look of pure joy stamped across his childish face. And he was still wearing his Captain America PJ's. You then looked at your alarm clock and frowned at the time.
"Al... It's freaking 5:46 AM... I was sleeping..."
"Yeah I know but IT'S CHRISTMAS AREN'T YOU EXCITED?!" You sighed and rolled over so your fa
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What's wrong with me!? Thought a woman as she walked out of her house, fixing her headphones over her ears, setting out on yet another walk for that day.
She turned her music up as high as it could go, listening to a playlist she entitled Inspiration. She turned the corner and walked straight until she reached a park that had a winding path running through it. This had to be her favorite spot. She walked around, and by a rugby field, she noticed that there was a table with benches. She smiled and walked over to it, taking a seat atop the table. As soon as she sat down, a cool autumn breeze blew past her, mussing up her (h/l) (h/c) hair. Sighing, she pulled off her headphones, fixed her hair, and the put the listening device back over her head and ears.
Why can't I think of anything decent?! She shouted in her mind.
Maybe you're losing your edge.
But I'm not! I was writing just yesterday!
Doesn’t matter. Many writers lose their edge over night. You must hav
Bad Touch Trio x Reader- This is HalloweenMore Like This
Jade grasped the metal gun, which at this point had been chilled from the nights piercing sting, between her shaken hands, nothing but hatred burning in her repulsed gaze the longer she stared down at the worn childs toy that stood dead still in the newly dug grave. Chucky's eyes had since hardened, even more so then they usually had been, his face scrunching up into a sneer of some sorts as he looked up to the girl who's emotions at this point could not be easily distinguished. Fear? Hate? He had seen this in most of his prey, so it hadn't been anything he hadn't seen before. But there seemed to be something else there- Something he couldn't quite point out. But it wasn't like he was petrified of the woman, shaking in his soiled doll sneakers that had been stitched back together too many times for him to count. In fact, he was quite amused at the expression she had kept locked on her face the longer her gun stayed pointed at his plastic, overall covered chest.
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Thats exactly how you feel the moment you catch his eye, his icy blue stare connecting with your worried gaze. You thought you knew him, thought you could share anything with him, trusted him but apparently thats not true anymore. You dont have a hold on the hand of the man you loved any more, but of his brothers as the three of you watch him behind the chain link fence, to be lead off to prison.
His sandy blonde hair flops in his eyes, momentarily breaking the stare he has on you. He reaches up to brush it out of the way, cuffed wrists restricting his movements. That doesnt stop him from looking right back at you. He steals a glance at both of his brothers who are watching him with looks of disgust and disbelief.
The guard, with a firm grip on his shoulder, pauses in his steps, effectively stopping him, too, as they wait for the van to arrive for him.
Are you proud of yourself? you ask, quietly, but not loud enough for him to hear
Papa!EnglandxMama!Reader - Happy HalloweenMore Like This
I cant find my shield!
I dont want to be The Hulk, Alfie!
Wheres my bag for my candy?!
Why cant Kumajiro wear a costume too?!
I want two candy bags!
Alfies going to steal my candy!
You sigh heavily as you sit on the couch, running your hands through your hair. This has been your week. The same questions and statements repeated over and over again. Daily. Having two hyper-active six year olds the week before Halloween is a nightmare, and if it isnt for your husband, Arthur, you might go mad from the constant whining.
________, love, do you want some tea? Arthurs voice comes from the kitchen once hes finally put the boys to bed.
Thatd be great, you tell him, yawning widely, having just spent half an hour making Kumajiro, Matthews bear, a black cape and mask after your youngest twin whined too much for your liking. Alfred tried hard to
~Sweets to the Sweet~ APH: Halloween Contest EntryHello, poppet.More Like This
It’s so late. Well, much too late for visitors, anyway. Are you lost, pretty thing? Oh, you must be freezing! Do come in.
There now. Much better. What’s that? You can‘t see? I’m afraid I must apologize for the lack of lighting. I prefer to keep my house… a little dark. Helps to keep the blood pressure down. Ha ha! Here, give me your hand. I’ll guide you to the parlour.
You’re shaking, my dear. I can only imagine how frightening it was out there in those icy woods all by yourself. Judging by your choice of costume, I’d wager you’ve been trick-or-treating? Still, despite the attire called for by the holiday, your mother really should have made you wear a jacket. That little hand of yours is so… cold…
Ah, here we are. Please, have a seat. Hm? What’s this on the table you ask? So inquisitive. Hee hee! Let me just lift the lid here… Ta-da! Oh, don’t they smell delicious? These cupcakes wer
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I miss you, miss you so bad
I don't forget you, oh it's so sad
I hope you can hear me
I remember it clearly
Running your hands over the smooth fabric of the gray sweater, you glued your eyes to the darkening sky outside. You pressed your back against the cold window frame and hugged your knees close to your chest for warmth. What was warmth, anyways?
You brought the soft sweater up to your nose and inhaled the fading scent it held. It smelled of cologne and him. Him.
The day you slipped away
Was the day I found it won't be the same
You bit your lip and choked back a few sobs. You certainly did not want to wake your parents up. Not at this hour. It was already nighttime outside and you felt like you were the only one who was still awake right now. But thinking about him meant remembering things and remembering things meant nostalgia.
Matthew was once your best friend. I'm saying once because he isn't anymore. How can you be best friends with someone
I'll Show You Fun [Sherlock x Reader]Your childish laughter rings out startlingly loudly in the still December air as the streetlights lazily blink on to assist the Christmas lights that are strung from nearly everything. Once you notice how the sound cuts through the cold it dies off, possibly to reestablish the tranquility of a winter night, but more likely because the frigid air robbed you of your breath. Moments before, you had turned away the spectacle that had you in such a fit in the first place, but now you turn back, a grin so wide it cracks your lips - making them bleed a bit - spreading across your face. Your best friend still stands there, snow dripping from his dark curls and onto his sharp face, frowning not quite angrily. More in thought.More Like This
"Why did you do that?" Sherlock Holmes finally asks, wiping his face dry with his sleeve.
"It's called 'initiating a snowball fight', stupid," you tease, eyes sparkling happily.
He looks at you another long moment. "Stupid
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 8You leaned against the outer wall of New Scotland Yard smirking to yourself over your previous behavior. It had been immensely satisfying and you weren’t going to let that little voice in the back of your head ruin that. At least you thought you weren’t.More Like This
You shivered suddenly as a series of unwelcome memories surfaced and the voice pointed to them like an insistent and annoyed professor repeating a lesson for the hundredth time. You shook your head hoping the action would cause them to dissolve like an image on an etch-a-sketch. It worked to some extent and you took a deep breath as you reminded yourself that you didn’t have to think that way anymore, that you could be yourself and only yourself.
Sighing heavily, you leaned back further to let the wall support most of your weight, glad that you’d had the foresight to come outside. The last thing you needed was for John to think something was up or for Sherlock to read more from you than he already had.
You let y
BBC Watson x Reader Chpt. 39- AssurancesYou came to on the couch back in the flat, blinking at the ceiling a few times before looking down to find John sitting on the floor next to you asleep, his head resting on your thigh. You fixed his hair fondly, running your fingers through the short locks to straighten where it stuck out.More Like This
Sherlock came into the room and you held a finger to your lips so he wouldn’t say anything to wake the obviously exhausted man and then you carefully swapped the leg he was laying on with a pillow that Sherlock quickly handed you. You pressed a quick kiss to John’s temple as you placed a nearby blanket over him and then motioned for Sherlock to follow you to the kitchen.
Once you were there you turned to face him only to be enveloped in a hug. It took you a moment to reciprocate, you hugged Sherlock often but he was hardly ever the one to hug you, in fact the last time he’d done that was the day you’d returned with Mycroft.
Winding your arms tightly around your brother you qui
BBC Watson x Reader Chpt. 37- The PoolYou hardly saw either of them over the next few days, as both you and they were in and out of the flat with your work. Sherlock simply left the case files out on the table for you to look over and you would leave him a note if you came up with something particularly interesting.More Like This
This man… this Moriarty was toying with him, you knew that, but, like your brother, you found it extremely intriguing. If he weren’t playing with people’s lives you would have rather liked to meet him, it was rare to meet people with that amount of intellect.
John and Sherlock waltzed through the door, bickering over the case as usual, just as you were leaving to meet a particularly wealthy client for the first time since you’d left.
In all honesty they were one of your favorites- enough money to let you roam freely in your clothing choices, witty, and fairly stylish even without your help. In fact they used you as more of an errand girl than an actual stylist, as they were to busy with
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 7You followed your brother closely as the three of you walked through the police station, trying not to get distracted by all the things there were to see. It was ridiculously difficult so you tried focusing on the people that you came upon as you walked instead of the stationary things that were tempting to stop and look at.More Like This
You were examining a woman with a mess of curly hair that was giving off a rather bitter vibe when John stopped in front of you and you ran straight into his back at full speed. You tumbled backwards to the floor, holding a hand over your nose as you softly cursed, “Merde… of all the bloody…”
Sherlock was looking down at you in an unamused way as John extended a hand. You blushed bright red and shook your head, getting up by yourself to examine the floor, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you in front of… well everyone.”
Sherlock’s face softened and John wrapped an arm around you with a frown,
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Author's Note: Peter and reader-chan are both about sixteen or seventeen in this, not twelve like in the book and movie. I dunno how he grew up, but he did because DAMMIT I WANTED TO WRITE PETER PAN FLUFF. (In my world though he's not going to age anymore)
Peter couldn’t help it.
He, the Boy Who Wouldn’t Grow Up, had fallen in love.
And frankly, he didn’t like it one bit.
He didn’t want to love you; loving someone meant growing up. And that was the exact opposite of what he wanted to do.
And so Peter did nothing about it, merely let the knowledge stew in his brain until he thought he would burst if he didn’t tell you soon.
There were little things you did that nearly killed him; the way you laughed, the way you smiled, the way you ran your fingers through your hair when you got nervous, every little thing about you he loved, and he hated it.
You also had this unfortunate habit of hugging Peter when you, the Lost Boys, and him pulled off a successful
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You shivered as you crawled out of your warm bed, throwing on your husband’s warm wool jumper over your tanktop. You tiptoed past the bed, hoping not to wake up your husband, but alas, he woke up anyway.
“__y/n__?” George asked sleepily. “Where are you going?” George sat up now, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
“It’s Christmas! I need to go get the house ready, your family’s going to be here soon.” You said cheerfully, moving once more to exit the room.
“__y/n__, I can get the house ready. You need to rest.” George said, crossing the room and wrapping his arms around your waist. His hands rubbed your stomach gently, taking note of the small bump.
“George, I’m pregnant, not dying. I’m fine.” You replied, removing his arms from around your waist and exiting the room. You crossed the hall, opening the door to check on your 5 year-old twins. Their two tiny beds were empty, and immediately you panick
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Bruce watched you leave and didn’t follow, he understood you wanted to be away from a situation that would cause you to harm others, besides going after you wouldn’t exactly help with Tony’s taunting.
He turned and leveled Tony with an unamused glare, “Can’t you just lay off her? She’s had a rough day already.”
Tony just smirked at him, “You would know, what with you getting all cozied up to her while we were gone. We were off fighting evil, while you two were becoming Anger buddies. Exactly how far did you get with her to earn that title Brucey.”
Bruce went to his computer trying to avoid direct confrontation, “She wanted to go with you, you know that, and despite what you may think nothing happened. We just talked and then we agreed to calm each other down when things start to go bad out of mutual necessity.”
“That hug looked like more than mutual necessity if you ask me, Brucey”
Bruce x Reader Chapter 6- Static~~~~Sleepytime skip to 12 hours later brought to you by Jareth the sparkly Goblin King~~~~More Like This
You were woken from your slumber when your phone let out a short jingle, you sighed checking it to find a text message from Fury, ordering you to the lab to work on an urgent new assignment along side Stark and Dr. Banner.
Deciding not to question it you got up and made your way to the lab. You couldn’t help but notice the atmosphere on the ship had changed to tense, people rushing around and talking urgently, and when you got to the lab you found out why.
Tony and Bruce were deep in conversation and didn’t notice when you walked through the doors. “We have to find it. The Tesseract could wipe all life off the face of the Earth.” Bruce warned, pacing in front of Tony who was leaning against a table with his arms crossed.
“You mean that glowy blue thing out in New Mexico,” you questioned causing their eyes to snap to you.
“If by glowy blue thing you mean t
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Coulson didn’t waste any time before voicing his opinion to Fury angrily, “You were to hard on her. You shouldn’t have threatened her with that.” He said the last word like it was some kind of abomination and given what he was referring to it kind of was.
Fury shook his head, “She needs to control herself, if she can’t even keep her powers under control with me then how will she do it around strangers or enemies. Fill them in, Agent Coulson.” And with that he was gone, leaving the confused Avengers to stare at Coulson expectantly.
He let out a frustrated sigh, where to even start, “(F/n) has the ability to control the elements, air in particular, but there is a major downside: much like Dr. Banner, her powers are connected to her emotions. What you all witnessed just now was a minuscule show of what can happen when she is not in control of her emotions, the threat Fury threw at her made her upset and fearfu
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A strange Café. - Prologue
Waitor!Hetalia x reader
By the dyslexic Author
Gakuen Café the sexy waitor café.
How did I even get talked into checking this perverted place out?
There was a few girls waiting in a line outside the small café just for it to open for the lunch hour seriously?!
The cakes that was represented there along with the real meals was said to be quiet delicious with a French and Italian touch to it all. I guess the best part of this café for many females and homosexual was that the waiters was stark naked, only wearing a collar and a skirt like apron around their unmentionables.
And they had this weird politic to wear animal ears as well.
Sighing I got in the line waiting overhearing some girls how they hoped Lion and Tiger wouldn’t get picked to quickly, and that they liked dog but bird was cuter… what?
The doors opens as a short Japanese male steps out of it "Welcome please calmly walk to
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A strange Café. - Rabbit
Waiter!Hetalia x reader
By the dyslexic Aythor
Looking across the many symbols one that looked like the playboy bunny so close to choosing it, I could faintly hear someone gasp sadding as my finger instead take what I can only assume being a rabbit icon instead.
"Rabbit it is!" the Japanese male sings into the mic, as the door I thought was the kitchen door, opens and a male walks out in nothing but a black apron and a pair of brown rabbit ears, his toned body was hairless to say the least, a river of apps clearly drawn up with just a little hint of oil to really bring them out, he hold a tray with a beautiful Basque Cake along with a cup of hot coffee with whip cream, along the plate there is a few blueberries and raisins.
"Hola miss! I am Antonio your waiter for this dinne~" his thick Spanish accent send a shiver down my spine, not that is overly amazing body didn’t already make me all wild
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Spain x Reader – Us (Final)
“I should be over all the butterflies
But I'm into you (I'm into you)
And, baby, even on our worst nights
I'm into you (I'm into you)
Let 'em wonder how we got this far
'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all
Yeah, after all this time
I'm still into you” Still into you, Paramore
Antonio rolled on the bed, the morning light finally strong enough to pass through his eyelids and compelling him to wake up. He let his fingers wander through the blankets, but they only found the crumbled sheets, which were already losing the warmth of the body that was lying beneath them just a few moments before. He cracked his eyes open, but only a blurred sight of the room reached his retinas.
-[f/n]? – He called, finally noticing the sounds of the shower, coming from the bathroom.
She left the door that connected them open, so he heard her response, despite the noise from the water falling.
-Good morning, sleepy head. – He listened to h
My Girl - 2P!America x ReaderAl F. Jones. Blood red are his eyes, reddish-brown is his hair, and tanned is his skin. One of the most sexiest men in your high school, however he was also one of the scariest for some. He's killed many and doesn't take crap from anyone. He is 18 years old and currently has a mega crush on you, though you didn't know. He was your best friend and your crush. The both of you had met in the second grade.More Like This
You happily skipped over to a slide and waited for your turn. You were as happy as can be, your (e/c) gleaming. You stood in front of the slide and you were about to go down until, a boy named Eduard von Bock, pushed you. You tumbled down the slide, hearing your leg snap from the impact you made with your body weight, hitting the metal slide. You finally made it to the bottom falling on your face in the dirt. You wailed, at the pain in your leg. And the bruises on your body. A boy named Al F. Jones had seen the whole thing and ran over.
2p!JapanxReader - Save the DayMoans escaped her mouth and she leaned her head back against the pillow, reaching up and grabbing the headboard bars behind her. Heavily breathing, she stared up at the dark ceiling; unable to see it but knowing it was there. Teeth were nipping at her skin and she jerked each time. Hands were pressed firmly to her hips, crushing the bone but she liked the feeling. Suddenly, nails tore down her thighs and she gasped, trying to move but she was held down. Lips pressed against hers and she was about to explode.More Like This
Sitting up in a panic, she held her hand to her clothed chest, looking around to the sunlight room. Sighing to calm herself down, she was relieved to know it was just a dream. But who it was with was a question she didn’t know if she wanted answered.
(Name) got up and dressed like she usually did. Today, she was going to meet her boyfriend, Alfred, or Al as he liked to be called. It made him seem tougher than he already was. She tried to wear as much as she could to cover up,
CATFISH [Hetalia x Reader] IntroCATFISHMore Like This
Hetalia x Reader
It was the first day of school, and you sat groggily in your first period class; Connections. A dreadful class brewed up by the school staff after many parents complained about how uncomfortable their child felt in school. In other words, be it self esteem issues, shyness, or bullying, Connections pretty much covered any and all topics that could make a group of hormonal teenagers squirm in their seats.
Arm propped up on your desk, chin resting in the palm of your hand, you sat in the polished wood of your desk, drumming your fingers across it impatiently.
Don't misunderstand, it's not like you wanted the class to start, anxious to learn about how "incredible you are just for being you", it was more, the sooner it started, the sooner it ended.
After what felt like forever, the bell shrieked it's harsh ring, causing you, and your peers to flinch at something too shrill for such an ungodly hour. Your teac
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"Are you sure that you're going to do this?" you groaned as you pulled on the double comforters towards your body. The navy blue eyed Norwegian male just nodded and replaced the dried out towel on your forehead with a damp and lukewarm one. That's right, you were running a fever and being the kind of person that he is, he had decided to take the day off from his shift in the restaurant to take care of you. "You sure bet that I am. You're my girlfriend, you're sick and it's my responsibility to do this"
You were to give him a snappy comeback, but seeing as your body was still succumbing to the sickness, you just decided that you leave him be and let him do what he wants with you. You just sighed and closed your eyes, trying to take a little nap. "Alright then, I guess I cannot talk you out of not doing this instead of going to work" and with that statement your eyes flew back open, and you saw his face twist into that of slight irritation. "So, were you j
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He rolled on the bed, growling. The bed sheets never felt so soft and warm, calling him back to the confortable slumber he was into just a few seconds before. So he let his face hit the pillows once more, pulling the blankets over his head.
The sun was warming his bed and back, and his hair made a blessed curtain over his eyes. He sunk in his covers a little more, while letting his eyelids grow heavy again.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Santa María de Dios.
Antonio sat up, blinking until the table began to come into focus and his fingers found the annoying little piece of metal that rang in a far too loud way, ruining his sleep for good.
-Hola? – He managed to say, passing a hand through his messy hair.
-You’re finally up, you stupid tomato bastard. – He held the phone a few inches away from his ear, cringing with the yell on the other side of the line.
-Romano, - He sighed, however the Italian never gave him any time to speak.
-She’s leaving, you
APH X Reader - Italy's Pool Party ~ IntroThis is going to be a pick your character sort of lemon. This is just the intro.More Like This
You heard your phone ring as you were playing video games. You paused and answered, already knowing who it was.
"What do you want, Feli?" you said with your classic I-really-don't-give-a-fuck attitude
"Lovino and I want-a you to come to our-a pool party tonight,(Y/N)!"
"It's so fun, bella! We swim, dance, and everyone brings food" There's a diving board and-"
"Wait, you said EVERYONE brings food?" you interrupted, hoping he wouldn't mention a certain Englishman.
"Yup, and when Arthur sets up his food, we all play hide and seek, if you know what I mean."
You knew what he meant. Because not even Satan would use Arthur's food for punishment.
"It start's at-a 4 PM! See you then! Hasta la pasta!" and he hung up, leaving you confused as all hell.
'Well, I suppose I should get ready,' you thought. You turned
Persistence of a Frenchman (FranceXReader)"Go away Francis!" I scoffed.More Like This
"Cherie! Please!" he chased after me. Once again he chased me to my house.
"Why can't he leave me alone" I sighed. This has been occurring for a month in a half now. Even though I threaten to call the police I just don't have the heart to do it.... he had a reputation that I don't want to be part of so I constantly avoided him.According to the rumor I heard, I was the only girl he hasn't gotten to. This would explain why he was so persistent. To be honest, a part of me wished that wasn't true. Day after day, Francis stalked me from my house to work and everything in between.
"Cherie please just give me a chance please?" he asked again. Finally I gave in all the girls at my job scoffed.
"He's just going to dump after he gets between your legs." a girl said she claimed to be the first girl he's been with here.
"I wont let it get that far trust me." I say.
"That's what they all say."
"Watch this is how it will go: He'll invite you to his house for dinner and
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"No! For God's sake Francis!" you screamed. You had about enough of him. He would follow you around all day and call you at night. Why did you even give him your number.
So you can hear his voice.
No shut up! You mentally screamed. I want nothing to do with him.
A knocking was heard at the door. You rolled your eyes and sighed opening the door. Why did you even open the door? He stood there and looked at you.
"Are you going to say something or will you just waste my time?" you snapped. He smiled and tucked a rose behind your ear.
"Just like you, this rose had thorns." You took the rose off your ear and looked at it. It was thorn less. "I'm here to take away all your thorns as well ma Cherie." You grimaced and attempted to slam the door. His foot stood in the way, a loud thud against his foot made him wince.
"If you want to get rid of my thorns so bad, leave and never come back." He sighed.
"You know I can't do that, mon amour." You gl
Don't scare me like that! (SwedenXOC)I woke up in the middle of the night. Again. Everything was dark and scary. I wanted my husband to come home. I shivered in the lonely bed holding the spot where he slept softly. He had to work late and I would usually stay up until he got home. So I could safely sleep in his arms. I looked down and noticed I was still in my work clothes. I was really tired and I couldn’t wait for Ber anymore. I looked at the clock and noticed it was one in the morning. I knew Berwald wasn’t here to protect me right now, so I would have to protect myself for the time being. I shouldn’t be so helpless and cause him so much trouble. I thought. He must be tired of me waiting for him like a scared little puppy. Suddenly, I heard the door close. My heart skipped a beat. After that there was no noise. I whimpered softly as I slowly walked out the room my clock in my hands. I walked down the hall and stood stiff at what I saw. Down the hall I saw a shadow coming closer to me. I didnt know wMore Like This
A father's child (SwedenXOC)“’re you ‘lright?” he asked his small wife. The woman pulled off a fake smile wincing at the contraction that just came to her. Sweden pet her head sweetly. Although his face didn’t show it, he was fairly concerned about his wife’s well being.More Like This
“Sveridge, don’t worry about—AGH! Me…” he sat down by her and grabbed her hand. The poor woman whimpered as she felt another contraction rip through her body. She felt as though she was splitting apart as she screamed and gripped the man’s hand roughly, discoloring the skin and letting a thin stream of his blood flow on his palm. Her other hand grabbed the other end of the bed as she arched up, tears pouring down her face. Sweden, for Zelma’s sake tried not to show that he was in pain as her nails dug into him. Sweden kissed her head softly.
“It’s m’kay. Y’u’ll be m’kay. I pr’mise. I’m r’ght here.” He whispere
FrancexReader: Mirgraine “Chérie!” I sighed contentedly into my crossed arms and rolled my shoulders slightly. Just five more minutes, I thought lazily. The cool water of the pool lapped over my bare legs and back as I laid on the mesh of my float. “Mon amour!” I rolled my eyes and looked up.More Like This
“What?” I called, looking back towards the deck. I raised my sunglasses and saw Francis leaning over the deck railing. He was smiling and looked absolutely amazing in his French flag swim trunks and half buttoned up shirt.
“Come in chérie. Ze food is ready!” he said. I grinned and rested my head sideways on my arms.
“I’ll be in in a minute,” I replied, nuzzling back into the crook of my arm. I listened as he padded down the patio steps and across the concrete to the pool. I heard a quiet splash and felt the water rock against
Request: True Love France X ReaderMore Like This
“No it doesn’t!” You laughed as you walked with your boyfriend, Francis, through the streets of Paris. It was a gorgeous morning and he’d asked if you wanted to do a little sightseeing, how could you refuse? The both of you were dressed casually. You with your favorite blouse and jeans, and Francis with a simple V-neck sweater like shirt, and jeans as well.
“Of course it does, mon amour! True love exists!” He laughed along, though he was completely serious. You weren’t one to believe in those disney princess themes because it just wasn’t realistic. Francis was trying to convince you that the concept existed, but you weren’t buying it.
“Don’t you think the whole idea is a bit, I don’t know, childish, cliche?” You asked gently, not wanting to hurt his feelings about it, but refusing to let him believe is crap like that. He looked at you with his wide blue eyes, his blonde hair blow
FrancexReader: Persuasion.“Mon Cher~!” Francis called from your lawn.More Like This
You briefly looked out your bedroom window, two stories up. A smile curved your lips as you leaned on the window ledge to stare down at him.
“I'm guessing you want something?” You laughed and Francis waved.
“Oui~ Come down here!”
“Non.” You shook your head, observing your French friend.
“What? Why not!”
“Because I've got to get stuff to do. I can't have you distracting me.”
“There's not 'buts' about it. I've got work. Maybe later?”
“Really?” He asked eagerly.
“No.” You laughed bitterly, turning away from the open window.
Ah, sarcasm was a language you knew well, not many found it as funny as you did, but Francis, your best friend since the beginning of your college life, understood it. He claimed it was your 'defense' mechanism and despite your protests, he was right. You used it to get out of situations. It was your
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"Francis, come on," you groaned when Francis would continually ignore you, poking his cheek in annoyance, "Get up and off your sexy ass already and go check up on the baby... And tie your hair up, it's getting in my face again!"
Francis chuckles faintly in his pretend sleep, deciding to just encase you in his strong arms and buff chest to keep you from moving. You frowned at your husband and the sounds of your darling child calling for you and Francis, sleepy parents, from the nursery room.
Sleepily, you said to Francis again, "Please Francis, it's your turn to check on the baby..."
Francis lifted one of his eyelids to allow his adoring blue eyes to stare at you, a smirk playing up one his pale face, "Why should I, mon chéri?"
You rolled your eyes at Francis' playful banter, deciding to immediately step up Francis' motivation towards getting out of the warm pillows, cocoon of blankets and your hot body temperature. Slowly sitting up, you s
Baby It's Cold Outside ~ FranceXReaderBoredom during these pointless meetings was a problem you had recently solved. You couldn't believe it had taken you this long to figure it out. All you had to do was bring a book, your I-Pod, and ear buds and read until the other countries decided they had fought enough for the month. Unfortunately, that usually took hours.More Like This
You were using this trick when you looked up to see a completely empty room. Oops... you smirked. This was the perfect opportunity to practice!
You pulled out your ear-buds and walked to the ridiculously large stereo-system and plugged in your I-pod.
You were going to preform one of your favorite songs at Alfred's Christmas, or as he liked to say 'X-mas', party. 'Baby, It's Cold Outside' was a wonderful song, but you had yet to find someone to sing the male parts. It was a duet, after all, and the two parts overlapped so much that you couldn't very well sing it on your own. Sure, Alfred had offered to help you out, but you didn't especially want to sing it with him
Playing Love Games (France X Reader)France One ShotMore Like This
Playing Love Games
I sat with my legs crossed underneath my overly stuffy and poofy gown, glaring at my father from across the table. Just like the rest of the year that had passed since I had decided to take a vow of silence my father tried his best to ignore me. Though I found it odd that he was shifting so much in his seat, the last time I had seen him this worked up was when I first stopped talking. So since I couldn't talk I simply stared at him, knowing he would crack eventually.
He finally caught my eye and gave me a sad attempt at a smile “So ___ my dear our you enjoying your meal. I thought it would be nice to have your favorite meal, at least it use to be. Also I had some new riding gear made for you since I heard you had a little accident on your last ride. I do hope I did a good job at picking them out.” he rambled on, making me wonder what he was up too. He was cut off how ever by Lillia, his new wife and the reason I stopped talking, cleared he
Austria x Reader: Girls Over Music...Part 4More Like This
"I think I may need a second cleaning outfit." you announced to Austria.
The entire scene that ensued after making such a simple comment was what could only be described as completely outrageous, nearly hilarious, and borderline mad. Despite it being, truly, "a scene", it made sense to you. There was an explanation. A sensability within the madness, as it were.
You had been living and serving in Mr. Austria's...er...Roderich's home for three weeks now and you had come to know his habits, tastes, schedule, and body language quite well. You had caught on quickly for two primary reasons.
The first reason being that it was more or less a job requirement to do so. A servant needs to know their employer well, else they cannot please them. Plus if you were going to at all get along with him or be on amicable terms, which you currently were, it was imperative to have a thorough understanding of his character and who he was as a person, not just his physical requirements of you and how he expec
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"Voila! Crepes topped with your favorite fruit ma cherie!" France exclaimed excitedly, grinning as he spun elegantly before placing the dish before you.
You stared down at the beautiful breakfast you'd been presented with...somehow it didn't look as beautiful as it usually did...it didn't look as lovely yesterday morning either...
Taking a break from your food you looked up at France and managed a smile. "Thank you, Francis. It's lovely." you said softly.
You immediately felt your heart sink and tried to keep your expression from following suit when France's blue eyes sadenned and the corners of his mouth turned downward.
"___________________? What's wrong..? You've been acting very strangely since yesterday. Are you no longer enjoying my company?" France asked, forcing a half-smile though he looked more unsure, scared, and hurt by the idea than anything.
"No! I mean I am totally enjoying myself! I've just had a few things on my mind is all." you said, trying to reassure him with the b
France x Reader: Being Loved...Part 5More Like This
Three days; that's how long you had been with Francis already and you had to admit these days had been some of the most fun you'd ever had in your life. Francis had been showing you all over Paris during your stay...and it was more beautiful than you had ever imagined. Francis knew every single moment of history and every inch of space when it came to the lovely city of Paris, which made him both incredibly entertaining and the perfect tour guide.
So far you had visited Le Palais de Justice where France's judiciary system was stationed, La Sainte-Chapelle which was an absolutely stunning 13th century church with stained glass windows, and the famous gothic cathedral Notre Dame. You were delighted that France was showing you these monuments first as most people only ever think of the Eiffel tower when talking about Paris, but really there was so much more to see than that.
Aside from all the sight-seeing though, more than anything, you truly loved just spending time with Francis. Those
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So you had just agreed to stay with France for an entire week. You felt absolutely wonderful...but so nervous. What if you said or did something really stupid while you were there...or something that made him stop liking you. What if he just got bored with you?
'No...Francis wouldn't feel that way. I've been friends with him for so long now.' you smiled to yourself. 'If he was going to dump me off and not care anymore he would have done so by now. I'm going to have as much fun as I can while I'm here!'
"So Francis, what are we going to do today?" you asked as you sat down at the table, indulging in the scent of the omelette he was cooking.
To your surprise and concern, France's contented expression dissapeared, saddened brows and pouting lips replacing it. "Oh ma cherie...I'm so sorry to dissapoint but I'm afraid I have to go into work today. I was able to get the rest of the week off but there is an important meeting today and a few loose ends to tie up..." he said with dissapointment
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You weren't comfortable.
It was all so sudden being invited over to France's home and then staying the night there. It wasn't that you distrusted France or that he himself was making you particularly uneasy...it was just being around the man you adored for so long; that made you nervous.
You coulnd't help but smile a little bit though. As you walked in, an absolutely delightful and all to familiar scent surrounded you.
"Pot au feu.." you said closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.
"Oui~ It has been cooking all day. I know how much you love it so I made it for tonight." he said with a wink.
You managed to will away a blush. God...every time he winked at you it made your heart beat faster...but you couldn't help but stop and think of how many other women he had winked at...how many other hearts he had made thump wildly..yes...it wasn't like you were special or anything.
"Is something the matter __________________?" France asked with concern, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Oh no. I wa
Estonia x Reader: Above Anyone Else...Part 4More Like This
You weren't sure how you felt or more like what you were supposed to be feeling. Were you supposed to be happy right now? After all it was nearly a fact that Estonia loved you the way you loved him. But still...you were leaning more toward nervousness. You had loved Estonia for some time now and there had been a whole lot of drama, confusion, and emotional rollercoasters leading up to you confronting him now. You weren't even sure what you were going to say to him when you saw him, and even if things went well...your relationship was going to chage drastically...part of you wanted that but at the same time you wondered: would you be ready for it? Would it work out the way you always dreamed it would? Or would you end up finding out that you weren't as compatible as you thought and the relationship would end broken beyond repair to the point where you couldn't even be friends anymore. You didn't know...was this even a good idea..? Maybe you should just give up on this entirely...maybe--
Just a Misunderstanding [Italy x Reader]Oh how it made your heart burn with rage, seeing him so… happy. He smiled and laughed as if nothing ever happened. Thinking back, you remembered how perfect your relationship had been. It was you he always held. Your name he used to whisper in your ear, in a way that sent shivers down your spine. His soft lips upon yours, fitting together like two puzzle pieces.More Like This
And there he was, one week after the big break up, smiling down at a gorgeous woman. It should be you…
You vowed you’ll make him pay…. Feliciano Vargas will regret the day he lost you. Dark thoughts plagued your mind. But no matter what came to your mind, you couldn’t bear to physically hurt your ex-lover. A part of you still had feelings for the Italian. So you found yourself staring at his face, hoping a final glimpse at his beautiful golden brown eyes will help you move on.
That’s when he felt your longing gaze, and opened his eyes. They appeared to be filled with shock and guilt
Repressed, ChinaxReader It was cold.More Like This
That was the first thing your exposed nose felt the moment you poked it up from the vast sea of blankets you had buried yourself in the previous night. The single exposed nose wrinkled in disgust before diving back into the blanket fort you had created. It was probably too early to be up anyway.
Underneath the covers, you could only see a few inches in front of your face. Although, this fact was most likely made true by the simple fact that a few inches is actually how much room you had to move under the blankets. You could see the sunlight, that most likely had infiltrated this room through a crack in the curtains, beginning to seep in through the top blanket. You cursed quietly under your breath. No, this wasn’t good at all.
You closed your eyes, hoping that when you opened them later the curtains might be mysteriously closed. You smirked, the facial expression hidden under your protective barrier of comforter
2p!FrancexChild!Reader: Redo Before you could be dropped on the cobblestone below they had once again yanked on your long hair to keep you staying upright. One of them stepped up, cracking his small knuckles before punching once, twice, three times in a row to your smaller body. The grip on your grimy hair was loosened and sent you to the ground, pressing your cheek against the cold, grey stone below.More Like This
The group of boys laughed over you; they'd lived on the streets the same as you without a penny to spare. Greed makes people bitter and their eyes maniacally watching over you like hawks only seemed to prove this true. Tears spilled over your (e/c) eyes as you weakly managed to bring your paled (s/c) arm to wipe the blood oozing from your nose.
A snicker in front of you got your attention, a boy who went by Scrat stepped forward with a devious grin with arms crossed. The patches on his old, worn-down clothing became quickly noticeable but he didn't seem to be as concerned about his wardrobe at the m
My Muse (Mechanic 2P!Germany x Artist!Reader)Starving artists. Where did this term come from? It came from people who didn’t have a creative bone in their bodies. It wasn’t that they were starving artists; it’s just that they sacrificed a lot for something to come true, even if it meant that society didn’t really value them, until they were famous of course. _______ wasn’t famous yet. She went to college for art theory and learned art mediums like painting and metalwork. When she left, she worked odd jobs but continued to work on her art, she had to. It was her passion. It was hard to be an artist but no one got where they were now, unless they worked for it or given a chance and so far, no one gave her a chance. She lived in a large brick studio apartment alone with her art and it was just them. She lived in a middle class neighborhood and the mortgage was cheap, mainly because she didn’t live on the “artsy” side of the neighborhood. She used to but long moved away. Her boyfriend aMore Like This
2pPrussiaxReader(Name) rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. The door opened and a tall man with long blond hair and blue eyes smirked down at her. He wore and black and was muscular (Name) figured he lifted weights. She smiled and remembered she had a newspaper article in her back pocket. She took it out and handed it to him, he took it and red it over, and he smirked and leaned on the door frame.More Like This
“So you here for the job?” he asked still smirking.
“Y-Yes sir, um my name is (Full Name) and I’m twelve years old, I would be happy to baby sit your grandsons while you are gone.”
He leaned in and looked her over, “You’re a mature one ain’t ya?”
(Name) was unsure how to answer that, “Uh I’m—
“Don’t hurt yourself; you got the job okay, get in here.” The man moved to the side to let (Name) in. She stepped inside and looked at the house she saw it was just a normal house like any other. She heard someone co
The blue Venus (Artist!SpainXReader) RQMore Like This
Tears streak your cheeks, your grubby hands refusing to let go of the tan ones. “It’ll be all right. I’ll come play with you as soon as I can.” Despite his hopeful words, you continue sobbing. The five-year-old brunette starts becoming worried, hearing the click-click-clack of his mother’s shoes on the pavement. “Look, you shouldn’t cry (Y/n). We’ll see each other again, I swear.”
Looking up, nose bunged with goo, you disentangle your hands and hold up your little finger. “Swear on it,” you manage to hiccup through your tears, sniffing loudly when he wraps his own little finger around yours. “I pinkie-swear, (Y/n)! We will see each other again. Ah,” he pulls his hands from yours and starts searching around in his back-pockets, whilst you smear the green mucus from your nose onto your sleeve.
“Here,” he says and he gives you a thrice folded-up drawing. Unfolding it, careful of your sticky finge
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It was cold. That was one way of putting it. You were surrounded by whiteness. Snow you assumed. Being that it was cold and falling all around you. You were standing in the middle of no where. No matter where you looked all you saw was white and snow falling in front of you. You shivered quite a bit, you soon found out why. You looked down to see yourself in a sleeveless white wedding dress. It was beautiful and elegant looking. But no where near the appropriate clothing for where you were.
'Where am I anyways? How did I get here? Why am I dressed like this?' You thought as you held your arms for warmth. Your teeth chattered as you stood there. Goosebumps covering every inch of your exposed skin. You lifted the front of your dress up to walk.
'Maybe there is a house or a town nearby?' you thought. You soon found that your feet were clad in black boots.
'Well at least my feet wont freeze' you thought. As you held the front of your beautiful dress you began to walk. You didn't know whic
RussiaxReader - Who Needs Words?Society wasn’t kind towards others with difficulties. No, they only thought of themselves, and the ‘normal’ ones. They didn’t want to associate with those who could not hear, see, or speak. Why should they have to deal with trying to get to know them or even interact with them? Such cruel fate for those with handicapped disabilities.More Like This
Ivan’s purple tinted eyes gazed upon a lonely girl, who sat against a tree with a book in her hand. She appeared to be humming to herself, a small smile formed on her lips. Not once did she look up to those who passed by.
A group of teenagers walked by, pointing and laughing at her. Yet, she seemed as if they weren’t even there. She continued reading, tilting her head occasionally as she continued humming. Her leg was crossed over the other, and she was leaning forward. At times, she would nibble on her bottom lip, looking as if she wanted to suppress a smile.
To most people, she wasn’t the prettiest girl. She wasn
Lonely. [RussiaxReader] Lonely.More Like This
[Russia x Reader]
[y/n] wasn’t the type of girl to make people worry about her. She was just an average girl at an ‘everyday’ high school who had her fair share of both friends and bullies. She always wore a smile on her face and she never looked down on people, yet she was too gentle to stand up to those who looked down on her. An innocent soul lost in the cruel game of fate.
By their final year of high school, she had lost most of her friends. They had all ‘grown up’ and moved on from her, leaving her standing there alone with a smile permanently etched onto her [skin tone] features. This had always intrigued everyone around her, and soon e
Beneath The Surface. [Cat!RussiaxReader] Beneath The Surface.More Like This
[Cat!Russia x Reader]
Warning-ish: USUK used.
Two weeks. It's been two miserable weeks since [y/n] and Ivan broke up. She didn't know what she did wrong, or why he would want to break up, but he was the one who dumped her. She was slowly spiraling into a depression that she wouldn't be able to see her way out of. However, her friend Elizabeta convinced her to get a cat to make her happier.
So, here she was two weeks after her break-up in an animal shelter looking at the cats. No matter how many she looked at, none of them seemed appealing to her. That was, until she spotted him. He was a large, very fluffy cat with purple eyes. Eyes that reminded her of Ivan. The cat walked up to her and started nuzzling her leg gently, forcing a smile onto her lips.
"I think I'll take you home with me." [y/n] said to the cat, picking him up and bringing him to eye l
AmericaxReader: Anything?More Like This
It was a Saturday afternoon, and nothing much was going on. You had made plans to go out to lunch with one of your friends, Arthur Kirkland, but he had called you earlier this morning and told you that an emergency had come up and he couldn't make it. So now you were alone and extremely bored.
You decided that you would pay your best friend -and kind of secret crush- Alfred Jones a surprise visit. The two of you were extremely close, and had been for as long as you could remember. He even trusted you with a key to his house, and vice versa. The two of you made surprise visits to each other quite often.
You figured that a surprise visit to Alfred's would be just the thing to cheer you up. Knowing him, once you showed up, he'd probably insist on inviting a bunch of friends over and having a party. Alfred's parties were always the best, and he'd probably need to buy more food, so you could go with him and have some alone time with him before the pa
SpainxReader I'm so sorryYou sat on the park bench, your (h/l), (h/c) hair moving gently in the breeze. The weak winter’s sun shone down on you, and the pale blue sky was finally free of clouds. What seemed like a thousand happy couples walked past you, chatting, hugging, kissing.More Like This
You looked down, your hair falling in front of your face, and held back the tears that were threatening to fall. You jumped and gasped when you felt someone plunk down onto the bench beside you.
“(Name)? Estas bien?” Great. Just great. The person you least wanted to see right now was the person you just happened to run into in the park. Your luck was simply amazing. You stayed silent, hoping the Spaniard would just go away.
“Chica?” Antonio moved your hair away from your face, noticing the slightly smudged makeup around your eyes.
“Why are you crying, Chica?” He looked at you with genuine concern.
“Doesn’t matter, Toni. What are you doing here?” You asked, wiping your
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Your eyes crept open slowly; scanning their brightly illuminated surroundings. The hallway you were stood in held a pale, almost ethereal lull; giving the illusion that you were surrounded by walls that were actually glowing.
You blinked and looked down at yourself. A white outfit that held similarities to your surrounding structure was clad around your body; not too tight, not too loose: just right.
It then dawned on you: there were other people around you. Boys and girls all wearing the same clothes as you stood around in a daze-like state, their eyes seeming fuzzy as they surveyed the people around them.
You couldn’t remember much. You didn’t know where you were or why. You held no knowledge of the world around you; you were only aware of yourself. You knew your name was _____ _____. You knew you were 16 years old.
It wasn’t as if this was your first experience being alive; you could almost feel the absence of memories in your brain. As if someone had r
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They think you're crazy, they think you're mad
They call you stupid, worthless, tell you you're not worth it
With a sigh [Name] closed her locker, closing her eyes tightly. It was the fourth week of school, yet she found herself praying for things to change already.
“Suck it up, you can do it.” She muttered trying to force some confidence into her soul.
“Who are you talking to?” She flinched hearing that mocking voice.
“Are you, like, crazy or something?” She turned to see a small group of predators staring her down with lip-glossed smirks and accusing glares. Her tormentors.
“She’s disgusting to look at; I think I am going to throw up.” A girl said, pretend to gag. [Name] turned on her heels, ducking her head and walking away as fast as she could. As she stumbled into her language class she dared to look up only to make eye contact with the owner of a pair of bright green eyes, she flinched but he only smiled warmly at her
Dad!SpainxMom!Reader+Child!Romano - Treasured(A/N Just something I thought of when I see Romano cussing and Antonio telling him off.)More Like This
“OI! You stuuupid tomato dad!” The young boy yelled to his father who was currently cutting up vegetables. He turns and asks, “What is it, little Romano?”
“Keep your bitch under control!” Romano yelled as he pointed at you; you were standing there, smiling at Antonio, your husband, not caring about the things that Romano was saying.
“Romano, you should stop swearing! I don’t even want to know where you picked it up…” Antonio put down the knife, and shot a concerned look at the young auburn-haired boy, “And you shouldn’t call your mother that! She brought you to this world.”
He bent down to face Romano and pat his head, “Understand?”
“No. I don’t fucking understand!” Romano growled at Antonio who just simply sighed in defeat. “I don’t like her!”
“Did I do something wro
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You stood on a hill overlooking the quiet town. You knew that you weren't even 'awake'. You were in a three year coma. By now, your friends would be acting different.
You sat down and sighed. Was there someone else in a coma with you? If you could, you'd try to meet that person in your mind.
You poked your finger in the mud and began drawing swirls. You remembered how you got into this coma. You got hit by a car and managed to get away with minor injuries. You fell into a coma however.
You were immediately brought to a hospital and here you are, exploring a world your mind made up for your entertainment. You jumped down from the hill and onto the pavement.
The reason why it was so quiet was because there was no one else there but you. You started to wander around the town, helping yourself to some Apple Slush while you were at it.
You looked up at the grey sky. Looks like your mind is about to make it rain. You picked up an Umbrella that was lying on the floor and opened it, covering y
Pirate!SpainXReader Not your ordinary lady Part 8 Sneaking into the house, you slipped into your parents' room. Shutting the door silently, you held your breath.More Like This
"This is the second time we've had to search for the young mistress," said a maid.
"Where does she run off to, I wonder," replied another.
The two maids walked past the room. You let out the breath, tiptoeing across the room. Going to your mother's trunk, you opened it slowly.
Don't creak. Don't creak. You prayed in your mind.
It didn't creak. Moving aside, at the moment, insignifiant things, you pulled out a rather large envelope with a worn-out string keeping it bound. You recalled your mum reading it sometimes when Papa had gone for business trips. You had laid next to her because you didn't want to be alone.
Inside were several papers, letters you assumed. They were wrinkled and crumbled, as if hurriedly hidden, and very unlike your mum.
Pulling out the first
Pirate!SpainXReader Not your ordinary lady Part 6 The next morning you woke up sore. Bruises were around your thighs and bitemarks ran down your neck to your chest.More Like This
"Bloody Hell," you cursed, cradling your head in your hands as you sat up.
Looking down at the floor, you felt dizzy. You hadn't even had anything to drink last night. Seeing your clothes scattered across the floor, reality struck you like a pile of bricks.
"What the devil did I do?"
Who would be an idiot to have sex with a pirate?
You stood up abruptly and groaned. The pain by your hips throbbed, reminding you of last night's events with each step. You prayed no one would notice, especially your father.
Picking up your clothes and putting on a nightgown, you mentally abused yourself over and over. He had probably lied to you, he was a pirate after all. That wanker! And you had believed him like an idiot.
SpainXReader Not your ordinary lady Part 2 Your friend's older brother had saved you. You let out a breath of relief, while maintaining a scowl on your face.More Like This
"Someone's cross. Corset to tight or something?" he said, grinning.
"Actually, it is too tight, thank you very much."
"I saved you from Macken. Who else would?"
"Thank you for rescuing me. The dance is about to end. Let go."
"Wouldn't you be so kind to dance with me again?"
"No, now sod off, wanker." you snapped, not in the mood for his games.
"Tsk, tsk, (Name), you better watch that tongue of yours."
You sighed as he walked away. This ball had been incredibly horrid. No humorous pranks or accidents and definitely no potential "handsome" suitors. Searching for your mother, you walked briskly toward the exit. Finding her near the door to see some guests off, you rushed to her whispering in her ear,
"I'm dreadfully tired. I'll retire to my room now."
"Okay, dear. Good night."
Trying to run as fast as you could in the f
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The three of you had been walking for what seemed to be hours now. The heat seemed to make the air thick and heavy, and the sand seemed to grab hold of your feet, making them hard to lift. You could feel the sweat rolling down your cheeks and back, but you were determined to follow Lord Deaths orders. “Ugh… (y/n).. Can’t we take a break? I’m tired.. Are you even sure we are going the right way?” (w/p), your partner complained. He was slouching, and seemed to be barely dragging his feet, a thick layer of sweat coated him. He had offered to carry your bag, but now he seemed as if he were to stop moving he wouldn’t start again. A small ping of guilt struck you and you sighed. ‘(w/p) always does this.. He pushes himself too hard.’ You smiled and shook your head.
“We can’t stop.” You told him, glancin
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It was strange being able to regain control of his own body. When the dragon left the warrior’s heart, he felt lighter than before. The heat of his dragon’s fire returned to him, and as the light enveloped him he could feel his strength reviving him anew.
When the transformation had been completed, he stood over his vessel, a grand dragon towering before a human in dominating size. The journey back to Eldur Mountain had its ups and downs, but with the human’s vigorous spirit imbued inside his soul, the dragon chose to carry away the precious memories of his travels.
Mathias looked upon the dragon who was now at his feet. His eyes grew wide with surprise when a bright red light suddenly enveloped him, and in a matter of seconds, the dragon had been reduced to nothing more than an exact copy of himself.
“Y-You…” he breathed. “How were you able to do that?”
“Magic,” the dragon grinned, testing out his ne
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Orbs of light danced in your eyes as you adjusted to the level of brightness. The details were fuzzy, though you faintly remembered someone neutralizing you. An explosion, a cry for help, a refusal, and a scream: these were the only things you remembered before falling asleep. Beyond that, the dragons and your parents worked their way into your memories and returned to their proper places.
You remembered where you were now. You were kidnapped, trapped by people who didn’t address themselves as humans. Who were they?
“She’s waking,” a voice said.
“The spell’s wearing off,” another voice replied. “Now we can see if the process was a success.”
Your eyes were still adjusting to the level of brightness. First it was the shapes, then the colors. Finally, when everything was in place, you could see them. With your memories working the way they were, you couldn’t comprehend whether or not what you were experie
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A human’s appetite fell short to a dragon’s. When you had invited Mathias into your house, he had just about devoured everything you had be it the stale two-day-old bread you had stored in the cupboard to the jar of turnip preservatives your mother had instructed you to eat along with the bread. All had been consumed by Mathias.
“I can’t believe you recognized me after all of these years,” you breathed in relief. “I was really afraid you had forgotten about me…”
“Oh courff nough!” Mathias beamed, his mouth full of bread. You assumed he had meant to say, “Of course not!”
He swallowed. “Gods, I can’t remember the last time I had a real meal! It feels like forever!”
You pressed your lips. “N-Not to pry or anything, but where were you all of these years, Mathias? I was…” You clenched your fists together. “I was worried about you…”
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The dragons that had been accompanying the Dragonheart had helped her take Mathias into your house. Never mind worrying about your parents coming in and asking you why there were four strangers in your house; you were more worried about whether Mathias was going to be alright or not.
Lukas, also known as the former dragon, Divine Keeper of the Sapphire Flames, was muttering to himself about how much of a reckless fool Mathias had been.
“What an idiot going out of his way to come back to this village,” he hissed. “Once a fool, always a fool.”
“Shut up, Lukas,” the Dragonheart snapped. “Don’t forget I can read your thoughts. I know you’re worried about him, too.”
At this point, you figured Lukas would have clamped his mouth shut, but that would have only caused him to project even more of his inner thoughts.
Reading the minds of dragons and being able to telepathically communicate with them was this Dragonheart
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Being the nearest, Lukas had been the first one to reach his friend’s side and examine his condition.
“He’s breathing…” he murmured. “The fool’s barely conscious, but he’s alive.”
“Thank the gods…” you breathed in relief.
“~~~~~~~~~, are you able to read his thoughts?” Emil asked.
In response, the Dragonheart remained still and silent, appearing to be in deep concentration. Amidst the deep blue light, you were able to catch a quick expression here and there: confusion, frustration, and finally, defeat.
She shook her head. “I can’t. Something’s wrong. All I hear is silence.”
The Divine Keeper of the Sapphire Flames snorted. “As expected from him.”
“Lukas, that’s not funny,” ~~~~~~~~~ frowned. “It’s not the usual silence, either. It’s like he’s dead…”
“But he’s not,” you said. “
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There was nothing but voices. The Eliathan they spoke was of an unfamiliar accent different than the kind spoken by Leon, but it was Eliathan nonetheless. Still, it was all you could make out in the dark atmosphere. With Mathias’ eyes completely useless to you, you had long since abandoned your Dragonsight and went completely blind. Tino had suggested seeking out the Divine Keeper of the Sapphire Flames and the Wings of the Opal Skies, but you hadn’t been able to find them. There was nothing for you to do but wait it out until you were able to get some answers.
“On the bright side, at least they said they weren’t going to hurt you,” Tino said trying to find something optimistic to offer in place of the absent Mathias.
We don’t know if that’s guaranteed.
A heavy feeling sank into your heart. Tino must have been upset. “Whatever becomes of this, ______________, know that I’ve appreciated the time I’
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There was no time to waste. With Mathias captured, you would lose all hopes of getting your parents and your sight back. Ignoring the others’ protests, you burst out into the open right alongside Mathias.
“Damn!” you cursed. “How can they tell?”
“I think the most obvious reason is because he looks nothing like the locals here,” Tino quickly deduced. “But applications aside, ____________, I highly recommend you get back into safety—”
“No!” you refused. “There’s a lot riding on Mathias right now. If I just leave him here, then I’ll—”
“______________, what in Eliatha are you doing?” Mathias gasped as he noticed you standing behind him. “Get back inside the caravan!”
“Mathias, I’m not letting them take you away,” you snapped. “Last time was a close call. This one might be even closer—”
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Everyone, from the Red Caravan’s crew to the dragons, had already begun their day their eyes clear of the fogged blurs of sleep and their lungs full of the chilled winter air. When you stumbled outside, Mathias gave you a welcoming smile as you joined him around a gathering circle, a pot in the middle and a savory smell rising into the atmosphere.
“Morning, ______________,” he grinned as he handed you what appeared to be a bowl, but unlike the rough clay bowls you were familiar with, this bowl was as smooth as the blunt end of your sword with a dainty coat of white glaze fired over its surface. Such things were out of your comprehension as you could only stare, baffled at how one could obtain such a smooth finish to a simple piece of dishware.
“It’s so smooth,” you breathed.
“Yeah,” Leon smirked as seen through Mathias’ eyes. “It’s porcelain meaning the clay and glaze used is different from the kingdoms. Com
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“You want me to do what?”
After Leon and Yong Soo had explained their intentions, you were beginning to wish that you had listened to Berwald and went on your way.
“It’s easy, yeah?” Leon said. “All you have to do is come with us back to the southern province before going to the east. Knowing your dragon friends, I’ll bet they have no idea where they’re headed since this is the far east. Look, it’s only going to take two more days to get there if we make that stop.”
“But that’s ridiculous!” you burst out. “Why would we bother wasting two extra days of our time just for your own purposes? I don’t think I need to remind you that I have a time limit in my heart and my eyes.”
“I haven’t forgotten,” Leon said, “but I take it you can, like, last a little longer, can’t you?”
“Better to know where you
PrussiaxReader I will shoot you...You strapped on your arm guard and picked up your black compound bow, looking out at the target. It was pretty far away, and there was a slight breeze. You pulled an arrow out of your quiver, nocked it, and took another look at the distance between you and the target.More Like This
You took aim, your keen eyes picking out the target in the moonlight. You went still, feeling the world around you, listening to your soft breathing, and then you shot. Your arrow whizzed past your cheek, slicing through the air, and hit the center of your small paper target.
Archery had always calmed you down, and you loved the silence of the night. So you had started shooting at night in the forest near your home. You had spent most of the night tossing and turning, completely unable to sleep, so you had come out once again to do the only thing that would help.
You listened to the stillness of the night and closed your eyes, feeling the wind on your face and in your hair. A twig cracked behind you, and you spun in a blu
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"Why don't you just fall over?" You glared at the smirking albino above you.
"If I did I'd land on you." He replied. You felt your face heat up.
"(Name), are you even listing to me?" you craned you head back, and smiled at your sister.
"No?" Your sister glared at you.
"That's because she's too busy looking at the awesome me." Gilbert chimed flinching as you snapped your head back up.
"Left hand green." Kelsey said, shaking her head. You slid you hand over, and looked back up, meeting with a pair of red eyes.
"Really!?!" you shouted.
"Really." Gilbert replied. Kelsey looked at you, then Gilbert and put her hands together.
"You two would make such a cute couple." She said, smiling. You and Gilbert both blushed, you more so than Gilbert.
"Anyway." Kelsey spun the dial again. "Left hand blue." You stretched out your arm, and place your finger tips on the blue circle.
"Now I remember why I hate twister." You mumbled, swaying a little. You caught yourself, and looked up at Gilbert.
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You hear someone shout from the living room.
Norway runs into the kitchen to where you were preparing sugar cookies to hand out.
He hides behind you just before Iceland comes into the kitchen with a highly flustered face gritting his teeth.
Now you were confused.
Why was Norway hiding from Iceland?
“Err…what’s…going on?” You question both countries.
Iceland looks at you then turns away, his face turning even redder.
“He called me big brother~” Norway still crouched behind you cooed mockingly
“He called you big brother? How’d you do that?”
Iceland whips his head toward both of you having a look of rage pasted onto his cool exterior.
“HE TRICKED ME! HE USED DIRTY METHODS! HE’S A PERVERT!”
Norway chuckled from behind you.
“…what exactly did he do…?”
He just turned his head mumbling something to himself in his own language.
“Well I’m not telli
DenmarkXReaderXNorway - Who's Better?Hey guys~ This is my first reader insert, and one of my first fics so I’m really sorry if it sucks. I’d really appreciate if you could tell me what I could do better.More Like This
Human names used!
Warning for some strong language and sexual implications
'Stupid cold.' [Name] cursed in her mind, burying her hands deeper into the pockets of her coat as she hurried down the darkened street to the apartment she shared with her longtime friend and co-worker, Scarlet, and two other young men, Matthias and Lukas. A bitter gust of wind whipped at her [h/l] [h/c] hair as she fumbled with her keys, eager to escape to sharp winter air. Successfully opening the door, [Name] retreated into the warmth on the apartment, slamming the door behind her.
As usual, her roommates were still awake. Matthias and Lukas were in the living room, arguing about who-knows-what and Scarl
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Out of all the people you could of been paired up for the huge World History project with why did it have to be with that not so awesome cocky Albino German ass, Gilbert Beilschmidt?
You secretly wish you could've been paired up with that cute Asian guy, Kiku; but thanks to a certain Frenchie you were stuck with Gilbert.
Today was just not your day.
You and Gilbert were assigned to research on the now non existent country of Prussia that was once a Germanic state east of Germany; but is now divided between the Soviet Union and Poland since the end of World War II.
“Hey fraulein! Vhat about I give you 50 bucks and I take you out on a date with ze awesome me and you do the entire project by yourself?” Gilbert cockily smirked putting his arms around you.
“Trust me I don’t want to be with you either, but no YOU.ARE.GOING.TO.HELP.ME.WITH.THIS.PROJECT, Gilbert!” you sneered through your teeth as you disgustedly pushed Gilbert against the wall.
“Ok, ok I wi
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Young Teutonic Knight Prussia X Young Nation Reader: Summer Don't Know Me No More
--I suggest listening to : "El Mañana" by Gorillaz
“Prussia, I’m so scared…please…don’t let them take my nation.”
Prussia stood holding your sobbing form in his arms. He couldn’t believe what his people were doing, why would they attack your nation? His people and yours had been allies, friends, almost family. Then one of his higher ups decided that [nation name] was so small and in the way of growth, so it was to be burned down to the ground, it’s people taken to live under a new flag or be rid of.
“I promise…I vill fix zhis.” He spoke over the screams of your people.
You looked up at him, “Why? Why did they betray us?&
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Lame at baseball. That's how you were. You loved baseball, but when it comes to play it you just can't. Your mother told you to practice, that way you will learn and get better and thats' what you did. You played it every day after school, but nothing. The popular girls always laughed at you for playing boys sports. Like football, hockey. Yes, you were awesome at all sports, just not baseball and you hated that.
Right now, you were playing all alone baseball, trying to hit every ball that came towards you. You managed to hit some, but still not enough. Tomboy, that's what you were and the fact that you sucked at one sport made your blood boil in rage. After the final ball that you missed, you sighed in defeat and sat on the ground with a sad look on your face. You heard footsteps coming towards you and you turned your head to see Alfred, or Al how he liked to be called. He was the typical bad boy of the school along with his brother Mathew. When he saw you he just smirked.
"Why are you
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Hetaliaxreader America's Halloween party!
You woke up by your mobile ring that was right next to you.
"Hello" You answered
"Hi (Name) I am throwing a Halloween party and you are like invited!" Your american friend Alfred said.
"Thank you I'd love to come" You smiled
"(Name) do you think you can come over earlier?" Alfred then asked
"Sure but why?" You asked
"I need some help with the decorations and also another thing" Alfred said
"And what's the other thing?" You asked curious
"I'll tell you when you get here" Alfred said
"If you don't know what to dress up as, you can always be a hot nurse or something" Alfred grinned
"Shut up!, I'll see you later" You said and hung up
You were standing outside Alfred's house. You were dressed as a ghost, you were killed in a fire. So you were wearing a white nightdress, with black spots to symbolise how you died. You also put some make up to look a little pale but not too much and your hair was messy.
You rang on the doorbell and Alfred opend
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The Bad Touch Trio..? There's not much I could say about them besides what their name already implied. Rapists. Save for Spain, he was sweet. Prussia was just...nasty. and France was a rapist through-and-trhough, though with often good intentions. They were also, my best friends.
I had lived with them for about...3 years? And still managed to keep my virginity in tact. Which I'd say is a pretty damn good accomplishment on my part, since my last birthday present from Gilbert had been leather handcuffs. I still shudder at the thought.
For starters, my country, (country), was currently occupied by the Prussian empire, but Spain currently held out beaches and there were many, many French colonies. I know, an odd combination, but that's just how I ended up. My vital regions, thankfully, were untouched by the three. Enough with the back story, onto today...
"FRAU! Vhy! are you jumping on meine bed?!" Prussia yelled, I bounced at precarious heights on his bed, a bottle of ext