France x Reader ~Untitled~Part 3Untitled: Part 3
Francis was admiring the placement of the new painting that had come in only two days ago. He finally agreed with the curators to place the painting in between two rather plain paintings because the bold palette of colors would make an incredible contrast with all three paintings. When he observed the colors, he couldn't help but marvel at the selection of colors and strokes used in the piece. It was a modern piece much like the other untitled work, but this one was even more interesting in that it took a different direction in strokes—even Gilbert who normally didn't have much to say about non-war paintings was impressed with the piece saying it was "a little awesome."
Today, even thought it was a weekday, the museum was filled with visitors walking around admiring the new piece that had come in. When he wasn't on break, Francis was always occupied splitting his time between showing the visitors around the art hall or giving frequent and curious visitors and explanati
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Arthur sat in the corner of the cell with Alfred next to him, they looked like they were deep in conversation. If all went according to plan, then Peter should be sending one of the key guards down to check on them, thinking that the prisoners broke out. Gilbert, Francis and Antonio were pacing around the cell, waiting for the guard. Moments later, the clanging of a metal door resounded around the dungeon. Within seconds, the guard came into view.
"I knew that little brat had to have been lying." The guard said, walking up to the bars with a cocky grin. "I knew you five would never get out of here."
"Zhat's vhat you zhink." Gilbert said. "NOW!"
Antonio, Francis and Gilbert rushed the guard, wrapping their arms around him, pinning him to the bars. Gilbert had him in a choke hold, cutting off his air supply. While the three had the guard immobilized, Arthur ran up and dug through the man's pockets, searching for the key. When he found it, he nodded to Gilbert, who tightened
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“One day, I promise, I will come back.” he had grinned down at you from the horse he sat upon that pawed the ground with a feverish impatience. His kind brown eyes that radiated mischievousness and a spark all too-untouchable, especially by the likes of you, danced. He seemed like such a gentle giant, as the noon-day sun rolled off of his spotless, gleaming armor and his bright red cape unfurled in the sudden breeze.
“I doubt it,” you rolled your eyes at him, turning to prepare to return inside. “Men like you never do.”
“Come now,” he teased, leaning down to take you hand that you willingly let him take and lifted it to his lips, “when have you ever met a man like me before?”
“Always,” you responded.
“Then you will have to be surprised.” He smiled, letting you reclaim your hand.
And with that, he turned his horse and rode away, down the road that had turned golden in the afternoon sunlight, leaving y
Magic trioxreader:under my spell(Norway's ending)“You are under my spell now.” Lukas mumbled softly. “You think that vile killed her or something?” Vlad knitted his eyebrows together. “Well…” Arthur scratched his neck. “I’ll get the rug to cover the dead body.” Vlad wandered off to fetch a rug when Arthur stopped him. “She couldn’t have died! And anyway she told us if she died we’d have to prevent her brother from going into her room remember? She didn’t ask us to bury her under a carpet.” Arthur recalled. The two of them decided to leave the room and discuss what to do with you while Lukas stayed behind. “(Name), that was just a minor setback. You need not worry, it’s just a love potion. I will never hurt you.” Lukas stroked your (h/c) locks.More Like This
“Meap. What a freaky dream…” you yawned as you stretched your arms before rubbing your eyes with the back of your wrist like a child. “Ah, god morgen (name).
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Alistair shuffled his body on the bed to curl your body next to his comfortably, and you lay your head on his shoulder. You tousled hair spreading onto the bed as you lazily dragged a hand up to rest up on his chest.
“I dreamed of singing at the Metropolitan as a child,” you dreamily said as Alistair dragged his fingers through your hair from root to tip.
“Ever since I first heard Habanera as a small child I was entranced by Opera,” you wrinkled your nose as your husband pressed a kiss to your forehead, his breath reeking of the cigarettes that he smoked zealously as he huddled outside the house.
“I’d pay ye twintie quids tae sin' 'at in front ay Arthur,” his voice rumbled from his chest and his fingers danced on your waist.
“Stop distracting me,” you playfully smacked him before continuing, “You’re the one who wanted to know this, I can’t believe I never told you.”
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The coldness was harsh as your legs grew tired from running. Your breathing was heavy as the tall trees pass by you as fast as you ran through the freshly fallen snow. You looked back to see the four 2Ps running after you in your footsteps. You looked back in front of you as you saw and old building that you ran into.
You ran as fast as you could through the halls of the abandoned building. You heard footsteps getting louder. The coldness of the air was getting to you as you looked for a way out. You spotted a door as you ran for it but something or rather someone blocked your way.
“Hello, Poppet.” You saw the strawberry haired Britain with his bright blue eyes swirled with pink. He looked so much taller then you remembered. You started backing up when you heard the laughter of the redish brown haired American as he was holding his nail filled bat over his shoulder. You smelt the scent of cigarette smoke as you turned to see the sloppy Frenchman standing with the hock
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You breathed heavily, unable to breathe through your nose. You thought about yesterday's events.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Flashback!!! o3o ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You were walking along the lake with your friends: The Nordic Five as they called themselves.
It's cause they're all from the five different countries in the north.
Mathias, the Dane, was yelling that he 'was the king of Northern Europe so everybody should bow down at his feet'.
"Hey! ___!" He yelled and you turned around.
"What?" You asked, shivering in the cold.
"I was wondering if you thought like me?" He said with a grin.
"About what?" You asked, confused.
He grinned even more. "About whether you and Lukas would make a good couple or not~?"
You blushed. "What the heck, Matt! What kind of question is that!?" You yelled and slapped the Dane in the face, glancing at your Norwegian friend, Lukas.
He was facing the other way, with no expression, thought he had a slight blush on his face as well.
"Well~?" Mathias asked.
You glared at
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Loki x Pregnant! Reader Icy Colds
“Loki, Loki!” (Name) called from the living area, rubbing her large tummy contentedly (as stereotypical pregnant mothers seem to always do). It was hardly a second before a very familiar figure teleported into the room. Then a rather chill handed rested on her shoulder gently from behind.
“You called, my love?” He murmured as she giggled. That is, until she felt a sneeze coming on.
“U-Uh, yeah, but you should really move back!!” She replied with a shove, and pushed him backwards as she let the lovely sneeze out. “ACHOO!!”
“…(Name)…you just froze…you just froze my boot!!” He exclaimed, pointing at her and then at the now ice covered shoe. She blushed lightly, offering her lamest grin yet.
“Sorry, Loki…that’s actually what I wanted to show you, to be honest.” She admitted as he stepped closer to her, examining her body.
“And how exactl
America x Pregnant!Reader - Painting The paintbrush danced across the white canvas in an erratic movement. It was unpredictable. I didn't even know where it was going. It twirled up then down, then looped and tied the knot with the other stroke on the canvas. Dipping the paintbrush into the paint, I held up the brush and watched the thick liquid drip slowly before bringing it back to the canvas. The dance began again, up and down the page. Right to left. Corner to corner. No white could be seen after the brush's unpredictable dance.More Like This
Sighing, I leaned back and studied my work before me. I was hardly done. Looking down at my extended, bare belly, I smiled and ran a painted hand over it, "I still have so much to do."
I paused, not exactly expecting a reply. Sighing again, I looked up at the ceiling fan, which spun at an incredible speed. I couldn't could the blades. It was so hot in this Californian house. My (h/c) hair stuck to my face from sweat and my already smudged eyeliner was worst than before. I eas
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Note: Kept having this idea pop into my head when I was trying to figure out who to do next, so here it is! Hope you like it. Also sorry if it's bad, I couldn't get Pirate England down quite well.
"Vell, (Name), vhat do you vant to do?"
"U-Um," you hesitated, not knowing who to even choose.
You began to scan the room, looking at each individual country. They all seemed nice, except for the looks Prussia and France were giving you. You quickly skipped over them and continued to look at everyone. In truth you wanted to go with them all, but you knew that could never happen. You had to choose one and only one, but you were afraid that you would make everyone else sad.
'Why does making such a simple decision seem so hard?' you yelled i
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“That day…” You murmured, lost in your own memories. You were in your tower again, after storming away from the dining room. The weather seemed to be recreating that dreadful night, one that had extended into every day of your existence since then. You wondered if anyone was suffering through the cold, as you had.
“No. I neither wonder nor care.” You thought. “I’ve found my riches, and those commoners are no concern of mine. I am as cold on the inside now as they are on the outside. The only difference is that I have no escape.”
Without warning, a resounding knock came from the door leading into the tower. You turned from the window, prepared to see a certain worried maidservant of
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WARNING: Contains spoilers from Thor: The Dark World
My cheek was still warm from the impact of (y/n)'s palm, but I couldn't help but grin to myself as I sauntered back into the throne room, having resumed my disguise.
To my annoyance, the room wasn't empty; Thor paced the floor before the throne, looking up as I entered.
"Father." He said, voice severe.
"I hear you are sending soldiers to Svartalfheim."
Curse Thor and his questioning, I thought to myself as I crossed the hall to take my seat upon the gilded chair opposite. I tried to keep my expression level.
"I am. They head out tomorrow."
Thor's brow creased. "For what purpose do you send them?"
I straightened in the chair. "To search for any surviving members of Malekith's forces, so they can face Asgardian justice for their crimes."
"They were defeated." Thor stated, stepping towards me cautiously. "They are of no threat to Asgard now. Perhaps it
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Arthur stood quietly in the hallway while you removed your things. He tried to talk you into staying while begging you for forgiveness. Being the kind person you were you told him you would try but at this point you didn’t want to see him again.
“You’re such an idiot.” you heard Francis say to Arthur.
“To think you do that to the sweet petite daring.” Francis said to his friend while you were in the bedroom packing the last of your clothes. His rich French accent was full of disappointment.
“I know! You don’t have to rub it in you bloody frog.” Arthur grumbled.
“It was just so hard to say no to Michelle.” Arthur said to his best friend. Francis sighed he knew that Ar
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~USA x Reader~
-Alfred's Point Of View-
Stepping out of the room, I close the door lightly as a small grin made its way onto my face. My finger grazed my lips softly, a light blush spread onto my cheeks as I realized what I did.
'I kissed her'
My grin widen as I started fist pumping the air. I looked at the door behind me then rushed down stairs, my feet pounded against the wooden floor. I looked around, trying to find Arthur.
'Where the hell can he be? The house isn't even that big!'
I sprinted towards the backyard, coming to a halt once I saw Arthur casually siting on a patio chair, drinking some tea.
"Dude, isn't it a bit dangerous to be out drinking tea?"
He glanced up at me, grabbing a shot gun and lifting it in the air to show me he was protected.
"What do you want? Don't you see I'm busy?" He huffed and looked out to the distance of the small backyard, placing the weapon back onto the floor.
I looked at him slightly confused, but that quickly faded once I remembered the rea
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‘My poor little sunflower has been through a lot today.’ I thought as I got the soft fuzzy blanket she liked so much out of the hall closet to put on my bed where she’d be sleeping. I took her favorite pillow and set it on the bed. I looked up as the power went out and sighed. “I guess the Baltics will have to go out and fix that, da?” I said to myself when I heard the scream of my Sunflower. “______?” I called out running down the dark hallway as I heard the voices of the Baltics asking what was going on. I got to the kitchen when the power came back on. On the floor had water and shattered glass on it. On the pieces of glass was blood. My Sunflower’s blood.
“M-mr. Ivan?” Estonia asked as the Baltics walked up seeing the bloody glass and water.
I turned only when I heard the door hit the wall. It was left open as the cold winds blew it open. I walked up to it as I saw fresh footprints in the snow. They were
Red-Headed Stranger Prologue - Scotland x Reader Allistor tightened up the cinches on his big, black stallion's saddle before turning and saddling the little bay horse that was a few feet away. He slipped the bit into the horse's mouth and lifted the bridle up and over the animal's head, gently pulling down its ears until he could get the leather strap behind them. He tied both horses to a small tree before hurrying back inside the house. "____! Come on, we have to go!! Now!"More Like This
You were sitting on the edge of your and Allistor's bed, rubbing sleepily at your eyes. You yawned and stretched, "But the sun isn't even up yet, Al..." Allistor strode over to you and took your wrists before yanking you up to your feet, "Dammit, woman, we don't have time to worry about that! Now get ready!" You pulled your hands away, now fully awake and a little scared of your husband's behavior. He was being awfully rough with you. You slunk away to the trunk where you kept your clothes, rubbing your wrists which you knew would sho
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Previously, you had been at a beach party with the bad touch trio. They had been split away from you by other girls, leaving you to hang on your own- until a group of girls asked if you wanted to go swimming. Things were going swimmingly until the trio had appeared and pushed you into the pier, frightening you and sending you into a panic where you accidentally hit one of the girls who had been standing next to you. Furious, the trio insulted you and you all argued, until you had enough and slumped away, leaving the girls, the boys, and the party behind.
Three times you tripped over your own feet. You knew it was such, after picking yourself up off the gravel for the third time, because you had been keeping count. Whether consciously or subconsciously, you weren’t about to complain at the offer of a distraction and this was as much as a distraction offered to you other than the pound pound pounding of your feet as they pushed you further and further away.
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Previously, you woke up to find yourself at Antonio’s home, are brought your belongings over by Ivan, Arthur, and Alfred, and were invited to move into their new dorm with them- all in time for the graduation party.
You took a shaky breath as you fiddled with the shirt you were wearing, pulling at it and straightening wrinkles, then running a brush through your hair again, for good measure. ‘That’s as good as it’s going to get,’ you think to yourself, regarding your appearance in the mirror. You were currently standing in your bathroom, getting ready for the graduation party you all were invited to- in a few minutes you were all to leave.
And you were nervous.
It hadn’t completely clicked in your mind earlier that it was to be a beach party. Not that you had anything against parties- or the beach really for that matter, but it was the ocean that left you feeling a bit uneasy. Ever since the... situation with your dad, you hadn’t
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Gray Skies.- America x Reader
[Use me as you will
Pull my strings just for a thrill
And I know I’ll be okay…]
Alfred F. Jones was a human marionette puppet. Fine strings looped around his heart and went up, tangled around his brain and eyes. Then the strings left throughout his mouth and connected with your hands, tied in a perfect knot around your fingers.
A fine mesh of emotions clung to his body, a second skin he couldn’t get rid of no matter how much alcohol he consumed. The strings around your fingers controlled the mesh too. A few pulls, and he would be aching with sadness or bubbling with elation. Your cherry-red lips curved in deadly smiles and he would be falling in love all over again. But you weren’t his, and he had never been the only one.
There had been a flirty blonde, his blue eyes sparked with lust and slender hands pulling out roses from his pockets. There was a confident albino, with his risque jokes and haughty strut. There had also be
1P vs 2P: Russia (Russia x reader)You walked up the snowy steps to Ivan’s house. As you pushed the door open you saw Ivan’s three servants in the front room cleaning. They looked up as you put your finger over your mouth telling them to not make a sound. You mouthed “Is he in his office?”More Like This
They all nodded as you slowly walked up the stairs. They liked it when you came around. You were nice to them and acknowledged them by talking to them and Ivan was happy when you were around so he was more easy going around them.
You slowly opened the office door as you saw your boyfriend standing by the window watching the snow fall. You quietly walked up behind hind him tossing your arms around his midsection in a hug. He looked down in surprise as he saw you. “Hello Sunflower.” He turned to hug you in return.
You smiled up at him. “What are you doing looking out the window?” You asked looking out the window to see only snow.
“I was taking a break from all my paper work I have to
Germany x Reader~ I'm Fading (Part 1) ______'s blood boiled. Her fists clinched and she grinded her teeth together. She paced by the bars of the cell like a caged animal, which is what they were treating her like. She punched the wall once, not caring that blood was pouring from her knuckles. She gripped the bars, yelling at the top of her lungs; ''Let me go!''More Like This
Her own brothers had her locked up in a basement like a wild animal at a circus, to be watched carefully, 'cause she'd break loose if not. A low growl came from her throat. ''I'll have you have you crying and screaming my name when I get out of here!'' she roared.
The uniform that she wore was still covered in her blood, but her mind was no longer on the fight two weeks ago. Her mind was on food,
No light left (Bohemian!FranceXDying!Reader)Laboured breathing echoed in the tiny, unordered room. Francis’s trembling hands clasped cooler ones, his bloodshot eyes that resembled the baby blue sky of the heavens resting on your pale visage. “Amour,” he started, his voice cracking as his brittle, hushed voice broke the dreaded silence.More Like This
“Amour, if you can hear me, please I just, I just wanted to say that I-I,” he whispered, freezing his sentence when your cracked lips started forming unspoken words.
As you mimed the French words, tears pooled in your once bright eyes. “I-it’s okay, don’t worry, you don’t have to speak,” Francis cooed at you, the soft skin of his thumb tracing your jaw. Using what little strength you had, you placed your shaking palm on his and closed your eyes in happiness.
It took all willpower Francis had not to break down right then and there. His unshaven, stubbled chin started shaking but he bit his lip to keep his wits about him. “I lov
Failing voice (FranceXReader)There you were. Francis’s breathing instantly starting quickening and his flashy suit was making him feel constricted. The bouquet he was holding starting slipping from his now sweaty grasp so he laid them on the table he was waiting for you at. He watched as you turned a couple of times, your beautiful eyes searching for where he was.More Like This
He could have raised a hand to tell you he was there, but for a moment he was absolutely entranced by you. The way you looked for him, almost desperately when you still couldn’t find him, it set his body on fire.
He honestly had no idea why it was that you had such an effect on him, but he couldn’t deny what he felt. It was something much more than carnal lust, something infinitely more complex than the bodily desires he’d always experienced when around other women.
When he was around you he felt the inexplicable urge to hold you tightly against his chest, stroke your silken hair gently and count the beats of your heart. To kiss e
FrancexReader: Tears of JoyYou were sitting alone in your car, holding your head. Your choked sobs echoing around you. It was a Friday night, and you had to pull over in an abandoned parking lot because your eyes were too blurry due to the tears.More Like This
An hour ago, you had walked in on your boyfriend of over a year making love to a complete stranger. They were in your shared bedroom. He looked at you and, seeing your pained face, tried to chase after you as your ran away. You grabbed most of the stuff you could and threw your key in his face. He yelled apologies at you, but there was no way you were going to forgive him.
So now you were alone, crying your heart out. You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and shakily pulled it out to see who would be calling you.
There was that one name that always made you smile.
You had known him since your high school years, and he had to be one of the most amazing people you had ever met in your life. You knew he had a rough history in love, but he was hones
Pick Up Lines: Drunk!FranceXReaderYou'd never been one for bars but your three best friends, Prussia, Spain and France, loved them.More Like This
After all, bars had beer, wine, and all the whores a dick could ever want. What's not to love, right?
You snorted, taking a gulp of your whisky, the liquid burning your throat. You silently watched Prussia and Spain attempt to pick up girls, somewhat amused by their cheesy attempts. That amusement quickly evaporated, however, when you felt arms wrap around your waist. " 'Ey, mon amour!"
You groaned, recongizing the voice; out of all three boys, France was definatly the biggest flirt. What's worse, he was drunk at the moment, a fact he made quite obvious by his stupid grin and flushed face. "Iz zere a mirror in your pocket? Because I can see moi in your pants."
Your face burning, you pushed him away and got up; after all, if you'd wanted to be picked up, you would've gone to a freaking strip club.
But it seemed France wasn't ready to give up, because he lunged
Breaking the unbreakable rule(FranceXReader)“Sorry, but errr, I kind of need to go to class now.” You apologized sheepishly, rubbing your neck when your fanclub groaned in protest. You didn’t really understand why you’d gained such a following in school, well if anything it was because you didn’t understand why people liked you that they liked you.More Like This
You weren’t conceited in any way, innocent and but a tad naive and they loved you for it.
“I’m so sorry!” You cried, making a dash for it. After a bit of a chase, your fans scattered as they too needed to get to class.Flinging the door to your class open, you started apologizing immediately. “I’m so, so sorry I’m late sir!”
The teacher sighed, but as he knew as most did about your predicament, he merely pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just take your seat already.”
Smiling in relief you sat down, slinging your bag from your shoulder onto the floor next to you. When the door opened again, you glan
BTTXNeko!Reader FranceXReader EndingYou marched into Francis room, turned into a cat, and curled up right next to him as was your nightly ritual. You just didn't like sleeping alone. You picked Francis because, well, you were in love with him. You weren't going to lie to yourself; you had fallen for him and fallen hard.More Like This
It might not have ended up that way had you not found him crying underneath the big oak tree back when he still though you were a 'stupid chaton'. Even after he had found out you were able to understand him, he still opened up to you and was very kind. However, you could not deny that he was a pervert, but that was just one of his quirks, as he had many.
He didn't know that you slept with him, and you were too embarrassed to tell him. You crept into bad after he had fallen asleep and left before he woke up. Besides, he had his pick of gorgeous, perfectly non-half cat women to choose from. It's not like he would think of you like that.
You snuggled up closer and wrapped your tail around your furry form bef
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I’m trapped drowning in despair (I’m poisonous…)
Francis unleashed a sigh of relief as the darkness caused by shutting the tattered door from this shack of a home blanketed him. The room smelt strangely of mold and smoke from a fire, not a campfire, but the type of fire that would burn an entire forest down, leaving nothing in its path. Yet there seemed to be no smoke at all in the building due to the fact that he couldn’t taste nor smell any of it. But his thoughts were not worried at all about smoke or the vile smell of this place, no, the blond man’s thoughts were only on his fleeing temptress; the pure maiden he so desperately wanted. He had no choice to assume that she was a virgin; he could tell by the way she walked and the way she kissed. Francis was an expert at these things, being a mass sexual criminal taught you these things. Virgins tasted the sweetest anyway.
As his blue orbs tried to adjust to the
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However, when the home stretch of the last month came around...things got a little ugly.
It was a quiet night, snow was gently falling to the ground. It was just about Christmas, and the trio of servants had a little Christmas tree in the corner, all lit up and ready for the morning. Underneath the tree were three presents, each equal in size. One had a cupcake pattern, one sparkled underneath the lights, and one was deceptively plain looking. All to be opened on Christmas Day.
But that's not what we're concerned about.
Sneaking in the darkness of the building, a man searched. Armed with a small pocketknife, a small sweet-smelling rag, and with a strange glimmer in his pinkish viole
You're mine (Fallen to thief FranceXReader)Francis ran up through the field, as he turned he laughed loudly when he saw you face-plant into the ground. “Careful now!” He called, coming back to you to help you up. “Thanks!” You replied, grinning though there was mud all over your face.More Like This
Chuckling, the young blond wiped it away with his sleeve, running his hands through your hair to make it stand up. You chased him, shouting loudly. This was the most fun you’d ever had! It was so lucky to have spotted Francis through the window. Normally you weren’t allowed to go outside without anyone to guide you, but even then you only went on boring walks.
Now that you’d found Francis, you were sure you were going to have way more fun. His parents were specialists in roses and while they mostly tended to the garden that was the main reason they were employed.
Your late mother absolutely adored them and when she died, the flowers reminded your father of her so much. He liked seeing them, but the pain at
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It wasn't his fault he was the tallest kid in the third grade; hell, maybe even the whole school. It wasn't his fault he looked naturally scary, with an intimidating expression and fierce blue eyes that seemed to lust for blood, and it wasn't his fault that he was in love with her, she who was his little sister's best friend, both in the same first grade class, and had thought that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
So that was why, after a second of registering what had happened, he scooped up her things and tore after her, pencils clattering about in his
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Jett Kirkland is sitting on the other side of the class. You've been unconsciously staring at him, waiting for everyone to finish their tests so that you can stand up and go over to talk to him.
He's cute. And he's sweet, he never has had a bad word to say about anyone or anything.
You rap your fingers on the table, an old song playing in your head. You want to read a book, but you've left it at home. He's drawing, and he tucks a lock of hair behind his ear as he works, and he scratches around the band-aid that's been on his nose for lord-knows-how-long.
It's for decoration, he's told you when you asked. And I have an old scar there.
Your eyes roam over the rest of his body. He's wearing baggy khakis and a white pullover Arthur gave him a few months ago; you were there. His long brown bangs fall in his eyes and he has to blow them up with a puff of breath to get them out. And then he notices you out of the corner of his eye, and turns his head to look.
Green eyes meet you
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That weekend was not the greatest for you.
For some reason, it seemed like every force in the universe was working against you, and kept shoving cutesy babies and cutesy babies in your face. For instance, Antonio happened to come across some old baby pictures of him. And they were insanely adorable. And babies were everywhere. Literally everywhere. When you went out to sit on your apartment steps while drinking your morning coffee, not one, not two, but three parents with baby strollers came strolling past you. The first parents had one kid, the
Prussia X Reader Unwanted IntrusionsMore Like This
Your phone buzzed nonstop next to your head on your pillow, persistent and irritating. You groaned and stretched your arms to ceiling and your toes to the wall, groggily rolling out from under your warm, lovely, amazing quilted blanket to pick up your phone, glaring at it furiously.
You glared even more ferociously at the time; it was 6:00 am on a Saturday. When had the ideals of leaving a perfect Saturday alone been vilified? Was there no justice in this world anymore?
Your glared deepened when you saw who it was from and huffily texted back.
Gilbert, what do you want?
Not even a moment passed before you received the notification, "Gilbert is texting..." and received an answer.
What weren't you awake? I was texting you nonstop!
I can see that. What the hell do you want?
No need to be angry.
Gilbert, it's six in the morning and I went to sleep at two because you were texting me. What do you want?!
You know you love me.
SpainxReader - For Better or For Worse - Part 4Recap of Last Chapter: After spending about a week enjoying not being pregnant, you received a call from Dr. Braginskaya, asking you to come back into her office. When you got there, she burst into tears, and then after five minutes of you comforting her, finally told you that you could never have kids.More Like This
You sat there, staring at Dr. Braginskaya (who had miraculously not burst into tears) with a slightly open mouth, trying to process what she had just said.
You couldn’t have a baby.
You were infertile.
You were broken.
Sure, you had heard of things like this happening to other women. A lot of the sappy romance movies that you had been forced to watch with your friends, Felicia and Madeline, involved a couple - or a single woman - discovering they couldn’t have kids, and then miraculously conceiving one, and then the baby always ended up being given a name like “Love” or “Faith” or “Hope”, given to the child while its mother
Pirate!Netherlands X Reader The WitnessMore Like This
He and his group of ten men walked up to the massive wooden gates of the estate, and you watched them come from one of the high turret windows with a book in your hands, unaware of what they wanted. For a bemused moment, you observed them, as they chatted and talked while easing the heavy packs on their shoulders or loosening the fine collars that were tied just a stitch too tight, easing the cotton and silk.
They were all very tall, and wore some variation or another of the fine coats and vests and stockings, as any gentleman would, but you couldn’t help but feel the strangest notion that all was not as it seemed.
Your eyes were drawn to the obvious leader of the group, the tallest and the one that looked the most-experienced.
His hair was spiked up—how improper, you thought at the time—and he had a long scar that extended from nearly the top of his forehead down to below his left eyebrow, and his eyes were narrowed in silent contemplation of the place. He had
Turkey X Reader Long Past DaysMore Like This
Sadiq turned; a bemused frown on his face. He hadn’t heard that name in a long time. He saw you, standing in the doorway to your living room, and he stared up at you from the broad mahogany table, where he had been drawing something; a regular thing to do at your house but never at his.
“Yeah?” he asked. He scratched the back of his head; his hood was off indoors and his chocolate brown hair stuck up a bit.
“You were once that.” You said, and you walked over to one of the chairs at the table, sitting at the corner across from him and staring at him intently, cupping your cheeks in your hands. Your eyes were big with curiosity, and it made him feel the tiniest bit uncomfortable.
“Uh-huh?” he asked nervously. “Do you have a history report or something?”
“It’s cool.” You said, still staring at him. He blinked, placing down his pencil with a click.
Teacher!Denmark x Teacher!Reader - Part 1[[Teacher!Denmark x Teacher!Reader - Shipping Students - Part 1]]More Like This
“Hey, guys!” You said as you opened the door to the 11th grade teacher’s lounge. Matthias, Alfred, Francis, Elizabeta, Arthur, and Antonio were already there.
“Hey, _____! You’re late. What’s up?” Matthias Køhler, the 11th grade math teacher asked.
“Yeah. I had to help a student with a question. I was also observing to see who liked who and who was going out with who.” You said, walking up to the table that you teachers’ used to eat your lunches’ on. You took your place in between to Matthias and Elizabeta, setting your lunch on the rectangular plastic table.
“Ohh!!” Matthias said, his face lighting up. “I think Stephanie and Juan are going out. I saw them passing notes to each other after they had finished t
Greece X Reader Nighttime ChatsMore Like This
It had been a quiet night. There was the TV playing an episode of a soap opera, a channel that you had lazily flicked to in your couch-potato stupor, and weren’t really paying attention to because there were other things on your mind.
Namely, the man with his head in your lap. His soft curly brown hair curved around his face and the light from the white lamp next to your couch set a soft glow on his face.
The cat he had brought along with him had taken residence in his lap, the hues of orange and black stripes contrasting peacefully as his back rose and settled with each breath. You looked away from the over-dramatic woman on the TV and down to the man-child sleeping in your lap, a small smile on his face, and you couldn’t help but chuckle quietly.
“I know you’re awake, Heracles.” You smiled playfully down at him, gently tapping his cheek. He frowned instinctively and moaned softly.
“You’re no fun.”
“My feet are falling asleep. I ne
Male!Ukraine x Reader"I'll just take a nap here for a while .." You said wiping away some snow from a bench and sat down. "I'll wake up when the bus comes .." You yawned and slowly drifted into a long nap.More Like This
You were woken from your nap by the sound of a soft calm voice followed by a tap on the shoulder.
"Excuse me miss but are you alright?" You felt another tap on your shoulder and your (e/c) fluttered open. You jumped slightly when you saw a tall man with beautiful blue eyes and silky blonde hair that blew softly in the wind look down at you with concern.
"O-Oh y-yes I'm fine, sorry I was waiting for a bus and m-must've fallen asleep!" You began to fluster realising you missed your bus, you quickly stood up and wiped some freshly fallen snow from your jacket. You bowed and began to walk away.
"Hey, it's getting late and its cold .would you like to get some tea?" You turned around, not sure if you should trust this stranger. "I-I don't know I just met you " You stuttered.
RussiaxReader: Gadyuka 'Viper' EpilogueYou sat in the large library studying the different languages you learned while living in the Braginski house. Ivan would be coming home soon and you knew when he did guests from all over the world would be visiting again. The door opened and Yekaterina walked in. She was wearing a red dress today and a matching red hair band.More Like This
"Yekaterina, I thought you were getting ready for Ivan?"
She smiled shaking her head no.
"I'm letting Eduard and Toris take care of everything."
You nodded as she sat in the chair across from you. You smiled you know they would do their best to keep the man they feared the most happy. Raivis would follow their orders perfectly so he wouldn't get in trouble either.
"So have you been feeling better?" she asked you.
You nodded months ago you found out you were expecting your second child. You had a hard time during most of your pregnancy. You haven't told Ivan yet you wanted to tell him face to face. He's been gone for over eight months. The two of you
Cowboy AmericaxReader Thanks, Sheriff Chapter 2More Like This
Well, it appears that I have messed up, AGAIN. How could I have mistaken that pretty girl for the Ghost Mistress? She looks nothing like the wanted posters. But she did seem to appear out of nowhere, like the Ghost Mistress is said to. She looks so scared. I wonder where she is from, because obviously it isn’t from around here. She apologized for the mistaken identity, even though it wasn’t her fault. She seems so lost. I was contemplating how I could help this girl, [Name], when she began to speak.
“Well, uh, Sheriff…” Her confused tone is so cute! It almost makes me forget how stupid I feel for thinking that she was the Ghost Mistress. I realize that she is waiting to find out my name. Of course! Alfred, you idiot, introduce yourself to the pretty miss!
“Alfred. Alfred F. Jones at your service, ma’am,” I can feel my cheeks pulling into a huge grin. I can’t help it, Miss [Name] is just so pretty. I want to he
Sleepy Time!~ (EnglandXReader)Sleepy Time~More Like This
"Which one should we watch? 'The attack of the evil Domos 2' or the-"
"Love, anyone will do..."
"Are you sure? Because I think the 'The apocalypse of the rainbow gummy bears' is-"
Arthur sighed before you could finish. Sometimes he wonders where the hell do you even get theses movies from.
"Fine then! You try to pick out a movie!" You huffed out.
"But (Name), We watched a movie last night! Could we just go to bed? It's very late." Arthur said as he got up from the couch and turned off the near by lights.
Arthur placed a finger to your lips. "Shhhh, Not tonight (Name). Aren't you tired just a little bit?" He said placing his other hand on your shoulder.
You gave out a sad sigh. "I guess..." You frowned.
"Sleep is very important (Name), Always remember that." Arthur said as he kissed your right cheek and smiled.
You blushed a bit from the warm actions. He always knew how to get you.
"I'll be in the bed room if you need me love," Arthur said as he
Romano x Reader - Everything's Alright [APH]I lay in my bed, staring hard at the ceiling before me. My eyes briefly glance towards the alarm clock. It's already 3:00AM and I'm still wide awake. I'll have to get up in three and a half hours for school too. I wonder if I'll be able to survive the day. It's been four nights in a row that I've had difficulty falling asleep. I mean, I'm tired and everything, but sleep continues to evade me. There's just too much on my mind right now, and my shoulders and heart feel weighted.More Like This
I turn to my side for the umpteenth time and pull the covers closer to my chin. My eyelids close themselves, but I don’t actually fall asleep. Everything...Everything's just bothering me right now. My grandmother's in the hospital and my mom refuses to tell me any more than that; my siblings got into a quarrel recently and still refuse to talk to each other; my dad's sick but he's still forcing himself to go to work. ...And then there's school. I have so many assignments due; I feel as though my friends are
EnglandxReader- Just My RoommateYou pulled your tattered (f/c) coat closer to you as you walked down the streets, lit only by lanterns. You were just wandering around aimlessly, not having anywhere else to go. Your parents had decided to kick you out and you didn’t have any friends since you had recently moved to this neighborhood. Your breath billowed out in clouds of steam and you rubbed your arms, this cold was not making your situation any better.More Like This
“Well, at least things can’t get any worse,” you muttered to yourself. Than you felt two people roughly put their hands on your shoulders. Me and my big mouth, you thought as they led you into a darkened alley. They turned you around and you saw to men in hoods, and a shadow was cast so you couldn’t make out their faces.
“Hand over your valuables and you don’t get hurt.” One of them growled, and you suppressed the urge to laugh. You had no valuables.
“I wish, but I don’t have anything. But if
Spain x Reader - Ringtones You flex out your fingers and clench them into fists. Alright! Time to study for the Math, Science and Geography finals that's in 2 days. The computer is already off so that should help you focus more or less. The past two days you couldn't concentrate because, well, internet. A "KEEP OUT PLEASE, THANK YOU KINDLY" sign is already up on your bedroom door. And you flip open your notes.More Like This
'Well, Mama knows best when times get hard~' Your cellphone screams the "Mama Knows Best" song by Jessie J and you groan. It was your mom.
"No, no, I don't want anything from the store, no, mah, I need to study, yeah, yeah, sure ice-cream sounds nice later, love you bye." That should stop her from calling. You only left your phone on, the special habit of assigning different ringtones to all your contacts help indicate who's calling and from there you can decide whether or not to answer. Because if anyone unimportant calls right now you can ignore it, yo
Coincidence (AmericaxReader) RequestMore Like This
You really enjoyed riding the subway, it was a nice little relaxing ride where you didn’t have to worry about work, didn’t have to worry about your asshole coworkers, didn’t have to worry about rush hour traffic. You could just put in your ear-buds and forget about all the bullshit of the workday. Even when it was crowded it wasn’t all that unpleasant. You mostly kept to yourself, and you weren’t bothered by often; ear-buds are, after all, the universal ‘Please don’t talk to me’ sign.
Every now and then, though, there was someone who didn’t understand that. Sometimes it was kids, piping up from the seat in front of you to ask what your favorite color was, or what you had in your suitcase, and if they could play with it. Sometimes it was older folks, who weren’t ‘up’ on technology and didn’t get that ear-buds meant you were listening to music. And
All About Us [Finland x Reader]Back in high school, Tino fell for a girl within his year level. Her name is [First name]. She is strong, intimidating to a few but her gentle heart and willful leadership. She was the first to stop Arthur Kirkland from setting a monarchial government to the Student Council.More Like This
One time, Tino saw her buying food items at the local grocery shop. She held a lot of bags and Tino called her so he could help. [Name] was hesitated at first but then she gave in.
Tino was surprised that she goes to a family that resides in the slums of the city. He knew that she came from a well off family and so did he. His parents own a large corporation at Finland, and her parents are doctors who own a chain of hospitals all over the country.
Tino saw how she was happy that children were asking her to play with them. He saw how she made them sleep. He saw as they helped the mother cooked dinner for her seven children.
And this made Tino’s heart melt. He was labeled as the Santa Claus of the school but
England x Reader: Dancing With a Gentleman "Dude, you're kicking my butt!" America exclaimed, wildly trying to keep up with the dancing character on the screen. You giggled.More Like This
"Well, this is a girl's song!" You replied, grinning. America snuck a competitive glance at you.
"That doesn't mean that a guy can't do it!" He retorted. He struggled to complete the one move on the screen. "What the crap!?! How is anybody supposed to be able to bend like that?" He questioned loudly. You rolled your eyes with a giggle.
"Girls can!" You replied. America tossed the wii remote onto the couch as the song and dance ended.
"Dude, this game totally sucks!" He complained. "Why do girls like it, anyway?"
"Hey! This game rocks! And the only reason you don't like it is because you haven't danced to a guy's song yet!" You answered. "You have a masculine figure, so it's harder for you to match these girl moves." America chuckled.
England X Reader: Stormy Night (fluff? o-o)More Like This
It was the night before a world meeting, planned to be held in London. It was your usual routine to find a hotel not too far away from the conference building and stay there until you had to return back home once the meeting was over, but despite your hardest efforts, you were simply unable to find an available room in any place in the city. When you arrived in London, you tried phoning every hotel that you figured would've had some available space for you to temporarily take, but you were left frustrated and disappointed when you realized that they were all full. You figured that part of the reason for your situation was because of the weather, since there was already a pretty heavy rainstorm by the time you arrived. This only added to your troubles when you found out that you had carelessly forgot to bring an umbrella.
But as you continued to sit there in the airport, contemplating over what you were supposed to do, a sudden thought entered your head that made your irritation disappe
EnglandxReader: Combustible LemonsMore Like This
(Xbox Live Gamertag) has one friend online
The message flashed on the bottom of your TV screen. You smiled eagerly and opened the message screen to see who it was. You smiled broadly when you saw the gamertag. Combustible Scones. You giggled when almost five seconds later, you got a message from said friend.
I finally got a headset yesterday. I haven't exactly tested it out yet, but maybe I can try it while we're playing Portal today? If you have time, that is
You squealed mentally and began typing back your answer. You'd been begging him to get a headset for about a month now so that you could hear what his voice sounded like and talk to him whilst playing games together instead of just sending messages back and forth when one of you had to go offline. He'd made up many excuses as to why he couldn't get one, but apparently, he'd finally been able to.
LOL, finally!! How long have I been begging you?? I can't wait for you to test it out! And of cours
CanadaxReader: Field of MemoryMore Like This
It was a gorgeous day unlike anything you had ever seen before. The sky was a perfect blue, and the clouds were big and fluffy and formed shapes if you looked at them close enough. The sun was shinning, but not too brightly. There was a soft breeze floating on the wind. It kept you cool, but wasn't windy enough to be annoying. The many, many, many white lilies in the field were swaying gently in the wind and there, lying in the middle of them, was the most beautiful part of all.
Matthew Williams, your best friend of who-knew-how-many years, was lying peacefully in the lilies. His lavender eyes, which were framed by a pair of square shaped glasses, were closed, and he had a sweet smile on his face. His sandy-blond hair, which usually fell to just above his shoulders, was spread out on top of the flowers. His hands were folded beneath his head and you watched as his chest rose and fell peacefully underneath the red hoodie he was wearing. He was so amazing
Tell Me I'm Sexy! EnglandXReader‘I need to go there Artie, you know I get sentimental when it rains and being alone is not helping!’More Like This
‘But love, the rain is pouring. I’d rather not you get sick.”
‘But I’m already in front of your house.’
You tucked your phone inside the pockets of your wet jeans, humming happily as you did. The umbrella above your head was seemingly useless from the storm seeing as your clothes were blatantly damped by the rain, and you wouldn’t like it any other way.
Yes, the clouds were gray, lightning and thunder were striking, and heavy rain was pouring beneath the heavens, but all of those did not stop you from going to your English boyfriend’s home. You needed to be here, it was the perfect timing.
‘I can’t wait to see his reaction!’ You thought, grinning
You tucked the ends of your shirt, trying to smoothen some of the wrinkles on your damped shirt. Truth be told, you wanted your bo
Fate (Canada x Reader)Matthew Williams never usually got his hopes up for a person to see him. He knew life would always play it’s cruel joke on him, making him seem invisible to others, while in reality it was partly because he didn’t make his presence known, and partly because some people don’t notice certain details. But Matthew could notice what others couldn’t. Like when he saw the most beautiful woman ever crossing the street, with her (h/c) locks blowing slightly in the Autumn breeze, her (e/c) eyes just as bright as they were when she was younger.More Like This
Oh yes, Matthew knew this woman very well. Her name was (f/n) (l/n). He knew her because they went to the same school for their teenage years. She had been another that had never truly noted Matthew’s presence in the classroom, and as a teenager, he had already come to terms that he would never be with her.
She was the girl who could turn any frown to a smile, and her laugh was contagious to those around her. Matthew had alway
Land of the Free: Fem!US x UKAmelia's long hair swayed as the sea scented air ran it's fingers through it. But the small girl didn't notice as her sky-blue eyes stuck to the port in impatience.More Like This
She sat with her brown cloth dress draped over her knees. Her white apron was over it, giving her a bit of extra warmth from the chill of the sea air. The child-country plucked at the dried grass at her feet and stared out into sea until finally a speck appeared out in the ocean.
She stood up, flacks of dead grass flying in the wind, and ran down the hill she sat on. Amelia raced to the port, flying past her people. The smell of fish was rooted there along with the shouting and whistles of humans.
Finally she came to the post where a certain ship had always landed. She fell against the post there, panting and laughing. That certain ship came closer and closer until finally it was so close that Amelia could see the markings along the mask. She shouted and jumped up and down in bliss.
The little girl's bonnet came undon
Body language (GermanyXReader)The two of you lay there in bed, breathless in rapture and simply gazing quite warmly at each other. Cotton sheets lay over you both, folds clinging to your every form and curve. Sharing a wide, white pillow both of you just stared at each other in a comfortable silence. His usually so slicked back hair had become ruffled, hanging over his forehead, which he wrinkled too often for your liking, like curtains of corn coloured gold. The lips which generally were twisted in a frown, or held stiffly like he was in the process of sucking a lemon, were now relaxed. The corners of his mouth were even twitched up in that rare smile he only used to flash at you when he thought you weren’t looking.More Like This
The coarse skin of his palm shimmied down your bare back, resting on your side momentarily before skimming back up to your shoulders. “Ludwig?” You were almost saddened to break the quiet that had descended over the two of you, but you broke it as easily like you’d merely touche
Cicadas' buzz (FranceXReader)Cicadas buzzed in the heat, filling the heavy air with their incessant music. A trickle of sweat ran down Francis’ neck, creeping down the tank he had resorted to wearing. With a sigh, he twisted a couple of golden locks of hair back into the band they’d escaped from. Amidst the sound of the insects, he could hear the slap of his sandals on the hot ground, each step bringing him closer to your shared house. He knew the narrow passages he was navigating through like the back of his hand – how many times had the two of you traversed them together after all?More Like This
An itch started in his long fingers, the plastic carrier bag reacting to his inflamed skin. He had to make haste, otherwise it would have all been for nought that he’d made a detour to the shop. In any case the ice cream he’d bought would already be melting. With renewed vigour, the slapping of his feet started speeding up. The final steps which were worn down with age came into his line of sight and he s
Steal (GermanyXReader) RQClick, click, click. Your eyes were trained on the metal rungs of the whisk which sounded on the earthenware mixing bowl with each dexterous flick of his wrist. Pale but sturdy arms were sticking out of rolled-up sleeves, the front of the shirt covered by a comically flowered apron. White flour and sugar crystals and flecks or molten butter clung stubbornly to his skilled fingers, not releasing their hold even when he rubbed the excess ingredients from his knuckles.More Like This
A tentative tapping followed by a quiet crack and down into the mixture a golden yolk went, bringing along its cohort of whites. Again the whisk started its staccato rapping against the bowl’s edge. By this time you were getting bored of the constantly repeated actions, slipping from the high stool opposite the cooking German. You went past him to the large fridge to retrieve the simple necessities for hot chocolate. Ludwig was so engrossed in his baking that to him, when you sat back down on the stool cradling
Smoke (ScotlandXReader)Deep, deep into the furthest recesses of your sleep, a familiar scent wafted over you. It wasn’t the pleasant cookie-scent your mother used to wake you up with, nor the papery smell of the Sunday newsletter your father used to concentrate on in the mornings. It was a homely, wonderful smell which instantly made you swell with warmth and content.More Like This
The mixture contained a blend of something sickly sweet, like the sugar candies you used to chew on until your jaw was sore, as well as a hot, musky type of smell. All of that mixed with the smell of used linen sheets and the heady smell of sweat, strangely you could also detect a breath of frosty air. Drowsily, your tired eyes fluttered open – determined to name that particular scent that had lured you from your dreams.
Still sleepy, you focused on the bed sheets you were facing, reaching up mutely to stroke the spot where a freckled chest would have normally been. It took a moment for your brain to comprehend who was missing from
Behave (FranceXReader)Lovelorn sunlight drifted past the curtains, their white cotton sashaying in the warm breeze. The evening sun was peeking out from behind the horizon, seemingly telling everyone goodbye and waving its sunray arms. A soft sigh escaped you, a strand of your (h/c) hair misbehaving and escaping the elaborate hairdo Francis had created. “Amour, you should not be sighing.”More Like This
To that you snorted quietly, your eyes on your reflection in the old mirror. Its surface was cracked in places and you could see the wooden back that held the glass up, but you still didn’t get rid of it; it had been a present from Francis’ late mother. “You know amour, you’re being a bad girl dressing like this.” Again, you snorted but this time you looked up to confront the blond, who was meticulously cleaning your shoulders from any dust or fluff.
His blue eyes caught your accusatory stare and he blushed, the red on his cheeks matching the red of the rose he had tucked in his su
Tastes (TurkeyXReader) RQ“Well?” He asked, another treat already at the ready. Rolling the taste around your mouth, you pondered and savoured the taste. “It needs a bit more honey.” You said in conclusion, opening your hand for the glass of water. The cool, smooth surface nestled in your palm and you lifted it to your mouth, cleansing your pallet in preparation for the next piece of confectionary. Sadiq took the glass from you, setting it down amongst trays and boxes laden with sweets, Turkish delight in every imaginable colour, biscuits and sugar-coated fruits pleasing to the eyes.More Like This
Unfortunately you weren’t in a state to appreciate the artistic landscape of colours; you were blindfolded so as not to confuse the taste with the appearance of the sweet. The reason you were participating in this taste-fest was because your boyfriend was opening up a confectionary shop. He wanted to see which sweets could be improved and which ones were fine the way they were.
“Open up.” T
Melodies (GermanyXReader) RQDust particles flecked the smooth black surface, normally cleared of such specks. A long-fingered hand drew some ancient grime off the keys of ebony and ivory. An experimental increase of pressure, a tentative push executed by a pale forefinger drew forth a resonating disturbance of the quiet. Long lashes brushed against his flawless skin, eyes closed in breathless rapture. When he exhaled the drawn-in breath, he shifted forward, sliding onto the worn and buttoned leather cloaking the piano-stool.More Like This
Hands hovered over the keys momentarily as though doubting the decades of experience and rather believing in the years of silence. The doubt was trumped a second later, his digits moving with grace unparalleled. For the strings that had been waiting for what seemed like an eternity, finally some music was being played through them, albeit a rather simple piece; not that that made it any less beautiful.
The normally so stern looking German had transformed back into a child once again, a grin s
Hetalia: America x Reader: Spooking the CowboyBang. Bang. Bang.More Like This
You slammed your fist on the wooden front door, ignoring the doorbell which hung nearby.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
You repeated, hoping that Alfred would open the door soon. Even though it was merely 5PM, the darkness of night crept closer as the seconds ticked.
"Okay! Okay! I got it!" A familiar voice called from inside. You heard locks click and the door handle twist. The door was slowly opened, dim light revealed a cheerfully smiling American boyfriend of yours, who was dressed up as a cowboy and was holding an orange bowl filled with colourful sweets. "Gosh! You guys are real ear--" His smile fell, "[Name]?!?"
"Hey Al," You weakly greeted him with a faint smile, coughing horribly mid-sentence, "can I come in?"
He looked worried, putting the bowl of sweets down on a near by table and gestured for you to come in, "Sure, sure, dude."
You slowly nodded. You stepped forward, your ankles feeling numb and so you wobbled, fa
AmericaxReader ~ American HoneyMore Like This
She grew up on the side of the road
Where the church bells ring and strong love grows
She grew up good, she grew up slow
Like American honey
It was another blissful day in the country. A soft breeze teased the wild grass and puffy white clouds drifted lazily through the crystal clear sky. In the distance, the old country church bells were ringing, signaling that it was noon.
(Y/n)(l/n) walked along the side of the road, hands behind her back and (h/l)(h/c) hair dancing with the breeze. She sighed and smiled. These days were always ones to look forward to. Now, all she needed was…
“Hey! (y/n)!” the girl whirled around and grinned at her boyfriend, Alfred Jones. He sprinted over to her and trapped her in a huge hug.
“Ah! Alfred!” she giggled, hugging
The Best Damn Thing- Reader X Prussia Ch 22More Like This
The Best Damn Thing- Crossdresser! Reader X Prussia Chpt 22
Okay this was way too long a delay and for that I heavily and sincerely apologize to all you loyal readers however I'm still doing this despite all the things going on in my senior year cuz I'm still an expert and managing time and finding free time; don't know how I do it I just do... However I'd like to say that this chapter is a little bit special... and scary...
Well I hope you all ENJOY~!! :3
“Guys I’ll be back in a sec I just gotta change my clothes.” You called out to Feliks and Toris waiting in your car, which was now parked in front of your house.
“Take your time (Your Name).” Toris said politely.
“Yeah you do that because after all beauty takes time~. Even though you’re already like totally beautiful.” Feliks said and then started to compliment you.
“Right back at you man.” You giggled and rang your doorbell. Needless to say you knew that once your m
Japan x Reader: You're never aloneBackground music if wanted: http://youtu.be/wfh9hhjI6rQMore Like This
This is what loneliness feels like, right?
Of course I would know that
That's everyday of my life
The swing made a quiet squeak as you pushed yourself back on the seat gently and swung forward, then back again. A soft wind brushed your skin as it ran past, strands of your hair catching in its course. Your mind wandered aimlessly into thoughts of neglect and cruelty against yourself as you stared into the distance, focused on nothing.
Why did this always happen? Every day, at the end of it you always sat alone. There was no one around making you laugh and talking with you about whatever they were in the mood to talk about. Nothing to be heard now other than the faint sounds of nature.
Why am I always alone?
You let out a breath and swung again with less effort. There was nothing to do but let the painful thoughts swim through your mind, taunting you about how worthless you were.
Maybe they were right.
Gilbert X Reader - No pain, no love, nothingYou were sitting on one of those chairs. You know, the chairs you don’t want to sit on, because when you do, you don’t want to get up. Out of nowhere your feet start hurting so you have to continue sitting there in that chair. “Get up already, lazy!” You friend shouted at you but you refused to stand up. “My feet hurt, Iggy, Piggy!” You whined and he crossed his arm with this mad face.More Like This
“Hah, you look like an idiot.” You said while you started to laugh. “Fine, I’m off.” He said and turned around walking away. “Waaaaait! Artie! Come on! Don’t leave me here!” You said and your tried to stand up but you couldn’t see him anymore between the crowd so you fell back into the chair and waited sighed relieved. “I really need to buy this chair.” You said happily.
It took you nearly half an hour before you could get up. You sadly looked back at the chair. “I will never forget you, love.
PrussiaXReader Jealousy [CONTEST ENTRY]Her name was (_____) and he loved her more than he had anyone else. Not that he would say that aloud, he was much too awesome! Her eyes were (eye colour) and shone brighter than any gemstone. Just thinking about them made his knees buckle.More Like This
Gilbert had been dating her for over two months now, but this was the first time that the Prussian had invited her to his house. Not that he was scared of her judging him, everyone knew of his awesomeness! (____) had said that she wanted to see where "His Awesomeness" lived. So that is how tonight happened, dinner at the "most Awesome place you could think of".
Gilbert was too busy caught up in his own thoughts that did not her that knocking at the door.
"Gilbert... Are you here?" (____)'s voice was heard through the door, the knocking once again staring up.
Shacking his sliver bangs out of his face, Gilbert ventured towards the door. "Kesesese~ The awesome me is here!" he said open to door to reveal his awaiting girlfriend.
"We that is good news, I
America x Reader ~Duo Duality~ Ch 11~Duo Duality~Ch 11~More Like This
After completing your mission, you made your shaky retreat back to your original meeting spot at the base of the highway bridge. It was there where you found out what the items you needed for your mission were.
“And now,” Nightfang spoke up when you were out of the red, “we shall make our mark upon the world!”
“By sucking my blood?” you guessed in a less-than-enthusiastic tone.
“No. The blood of a fellow villain such as yours is a forbidden drink,” he said. “We are going to make a mark of completion."
“Everyone has one!” Nightfang grinned. “Even down to Obliviocity, but he doesn’t really do any missions as far as the rest of us know.”
You stared at your contents that included a wooden stake, a cross, and a flashlight. The thought of bringing along some garlic and a vial of holy water was still crossing your mind. “So…I’m going to guess i
The New Girl [Prom!talia, Hetalia x Reader]The notorious Awesome Trio was sitting on the couch of the Dane's house, playing a round of Super Smash Bros Brawl contently- with the occasional bout of yeling over a kill or claiming to be cheating over using an item that had appeared on the stage. Surprisingly, all of which were sober with no alcohol what-so-ever in their systems.More Like This
"Sheisse! Al, zhat vas totally unawesome!" Gilbert yelled as his character- Snake- was killed off.
In another flash of color, Matthias' character- Wolf- also was killed off. "Dammit Al!"
"Hahahaha! It's not my fault I got the orb first!" Alfred said, mainly laughing at the fact that he was playing as Zelda/Sheik and the two male characters were killed off by a female one. "Besides, Zelda's freaking cool!" He yelled, annoying the Norwegian who happened to be sitting beside the three on the couch.
The final screen came on, showing Zelda- player 3- was in first place. "Boo-yeah!"
Gilbert groaned, coming in dead last. Matthias sighed heavily as well, seeing as
AmericaxReader - Soldier's DaughterMore Like This
I sat on the floor against the wall, my legs drawn to my chest. I hadn't slept that night; my mind was just too full of thoughts to rest. I spent most of the night tossing and turning in bed, but I gave up on trying to sleep at around four.
It was a little after seven when I heard footsteps outside my door. They were heavy, as if weighed down by some force, but they made an effort to suppress their noise. I crawled away from the wall and reached for the door, opening it as quietly as I could. I had only opened it enough to fit my head through, but I could still hear—not that there was anything to hear.
The footsteps traveled downstairs and headed toward the kitchen. The fridge opened, and a few seconds later I heard someone taking a bite out of an apple.
I sighed, suddenly finding myself shaking. This was it. Today was the day.
I opened the door a little wider and slipped out. I walked silently down the hallway and stairs. When I reached the bottom, I
PrussiaxRightHanded!Reader - AmbidextrousMore Like This
“Easy,” I muttered to myself as I slowly dragged the pen across the paper. The pen felt odd in my hand, shaking inside my uncertain fingers. “Okay. . .Now big ‘M’. . .and then little ‘n’. . .Ugh, that looks terrible.”
I continued to slowly write down the alphabet, the pen sometimes slipping and I awkwardly taking hold of it. “Big ‘N’. . .little ‘n’. . .Ugh! That looks worse than before!”
“What looks worse than before?”
I turned my head to see a silver head peeking through my bedroom door. His lips were curled up into a cheeky grin, and his red eyes looked at me curiously.
I set my pen down and rolled my eyes. “Nothing, Gil. Just some stuff I’m working on.”
The albino pushed the door wide open and stepped into the room, walking over to my desk. “Can I see?”
I immediately covered the paper before me with my forearms. “Nope.”
“Aw, come on, Frau!
Prussia X Reader - Battle Of The SexesMore Like This
You stared down at the bubbling pot before you, a large smile spreading across your face. The pleasant smell of cooking food spread throughout your kitchen, thrilling your nostrils with each breath. This is going to be good.
You grabbed a wooden spoon and began to stir the thick liquid. Your stomach was already growing impatient, and its loud grumbling was getting on your nerves. Maybe a quick sip of this soup couldn’t hurt? You lifted the spoon and neared it towards your lips, watching the steam that twirled from it.
“Mm!” you hummed as the thick, hot soup travelled down your throat. You placed the spoon back into the bubbling pot and smirked. As if on cue, your boyfriend, Gilbert, strode into the kitchen.
“Mm! Smells good!” he sighed, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder.
“Yeah, but it needs some more noodles. Can you get some from the pantry?” you asked, still stirring the soup. Gilbert hummed in a
Dragon!Denmark x Reader ~The Dragonsight~ 21More Like This
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
Amy's truth (a ShadAmy story) Chapter 1ProlougeMore Like This
Eggman created a new weapon to kill Sonic so he could take over the Mobius. This new weapon was so powerfull, that it needed the power of the chaos emeralds and the master emerald. After a year searching and battling Sonic inc. he had all the emeralds inclusive the master emerald so he could start his project
Chapter One: The Battle
“Finally I can finish my project!” Eggman said. “The ultimate weapon is finished! No one can stop me now! Not Sonic, not Shadow, no one!” After he said that he started to power up his weapon. Unfortunately for Eggman, the wall suddenly blasted
open which caused a lot of smoke and dust, what made him unable to see the ones who were responsible. “What was that!!!” Eggman screamed. Than they stood there: Sonic, T
England X Reader - Mint Bunny (Part 4)A few months later~~~~More Like This
It’s been 3 months since the battle in Aspley House and may things have changed. 1st thing is that I am no longer a bunny or girl with mint hair and eyes (and tail along with bunny ears). No, Arthur released me from the spell my hair changed to (hair color) and my eyes to (eye color). A few days after the battle we buried (bff) in a rose garden and Veronica in a lily garden where they can sleep in peace. We burned Master in his room, alone now, and forever. Other things that have changed, I live with Arthur and Ivy moved in with America. He became her adoptive father and I became Arthur’s girlfriend. I have meet most of the other nations and neither me or Arthur speak about how I was a “Mint Bunny”, not even America talks about it.
Life is strange as I get used to a normal life but the experience is wonderful. One this is certain, I will never forget my experience in that house. Every now and then I have nightmares where I wake up screamin
Romano X tomboy reader:whatever china's tiny panda"Hello there little girl, my name is Yao, what your name aru" said Yao, you knew who it was, the Chinese mafia boss, you knew what to do act innocent and this way you would live.More Like This
"Hello, my name is... Yuki, nice to meet you", you said with a frown
"Did I say something wrong aru" Yao asked a bit mad at you
"I'm not a girl, im a boy" you said with a cute pout, sure you like being called a girl, but still little, well you don't really know your age at this state so, oh well.
"Aww, aren't you kawaii aru" said Yao smiling at you.
"Kawaii?" you ask tilting your head, you knew what it meant, you want to act like a kid, its been a while since someone treat you like this.
"It means cute aru" Yao said looking at your suitcase then Arthur
"Are you running away from home aru" Yao asked, you frown but nod
"How about you come with me aru" he looked at you, " the cat can come too aru"
"Is it ok" you asked with a little smile, he nodded.
"Can we really keep Arthur"
Prussia x Reader ~ HangoverMore Like This
I got a hangover, whoa!
I've been drinking too much for sure!
I got a hangover, whoa!
I got an empty cup,
Pour me some more!
You groaned, putting one of your wobbly hands on your aching head. It was damn sore. You winced as you tried getting up, only more pain shooting through you, but the most of it coming from your head and...your lower regions!
- What happened yesterday?! - You wiggled your toes, sending more pain from your inner thighs to your pelvis. DAMN!
You laughed like a madman, drinking more from the beer glass, narrowing your clouded, misty eyes at the Prussian man. He looked at you in the same way at you.
-Kesesesesesese! _______! You'll *hic* never beat me! *hic* - He laughed, clutching his sides, the alcohol clearly kicking in.
So let me make this clear for you Call me your "Flashback Sensei"! You were invited to a huge party by Alfred F. Jones, and from a calm boogie night, this has changed off into a night of
Creepypasta x Half Wolf!Reader [Part 8]"I never would have thought that a girl would be good at this," BEN mumbled, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. He cast a sideways glance to the young female beside him, who was staring at the TV screen with a triumphant look. "I mean, we got up to round 47," he continued. "I usually can't even get past 10."More Like This
[Your Name] turned her head and smiled happily at him. "I really like games like this," she giggled. "I've always found them really fun!"
"So have I," he commented. "And you know... We would have survived if you had just came over and revived me when I was down--"
The young girl frowned. "It's not my fault if you die every ten seconds and there's a huge-ass swarm of zombies behind me."
"Ten seconds?" BEN repeated. "I do believe that I survive longer than that."
"You died in the first round."
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT I LIKE TO DIVE DOWN STAIRCASES. IT WASN'T MY FAULT THAT THERE WAS LIKE FIVE OF THEM ZOMBIES WAITING FOR ME EITHER."
"It was rather amusing to wa
Shooting Star (Dog!Reader x Depressed!Canada)More Like This
Living the life of a stray wasn't so bad once you learned the ways of the city. Don't try to cross the streets if humans aren't doing it. Don't try to take food from a kid because they will fight back. Finally, don't approach the humans with nets and big vans filled with cages. Those were the simple rules strays followed.
You padded across the cross-walk with the humans, who paid no attention to you. Your fur bristled as a cold breeze rushed past. It was a cold September and you were just glad that your fur was long. As you were walking on the sidewalk, your ears perked up at a quiet sob. There on a park bench, sat a young man with wavy hair and a curl that was oddly long. His eyes were red and puffy.
Close your tired eyes, relax and then
Count from 1 to 10 and open them
All these heavy thoughts will try to weigh you down
But not this time
What surprised you was that no one seemed to stop and ask him if he was alright. You hesitantly
F.A.C.E. family x Little! ReaderMore Like This
You and your mom went to the park; you went off to play. After you ran off to go play your mom left for home, full aware that you didn't know your way back home. You where only a 4 year old girl and she was your mother but she still desisted to abandon you...
When it started to get dark out you went over to the spot where your mom told you to met her at, under a pine tree,...she wasn't there...
A few hours later and she still hadn't come...it was getting really dark and you where getting scared...you cluched your stuffed [dog/rabbit/cat] close to you. A few hours later you fell asleep under the tree.
~The Next Day...~
You where woken up by a group of teenaged boys throwing you up into the tree you where under...you cling to one of the branches and two blonde boys around your age or a little older then you come to see whats going on.
"Hey little girl...is this your stuffed [dog/rabbit/cat]?" one of the teenagers ask holing up a white [dog/rabbit/cat] in one hand and in the other h