Just a bit longer (SwedenXReader)Morning. Sunlight. Tired. Not good. It burns.More Like This
That’s what you’re thinking, as you lie in your Swede’s bare-armed embrace at 7 ‘o clock that morning. Your eyes refusing to open, you groan loudly and turn on your stomach, burying your face into the coolness of your creased pillow. The tousle-haired man beside you stirs in response to your clumsy shifting, his eyes blinking blearily in the streams of light which manage to seep through the blue curtains.
He let out a low groan as well, rolling on his stomach to join you in your futile quest to hide from the sun.
“It buuuuurns,” you whimper, letting out more groans. “We should get up… shouldn’t we?” He mutters, his groggy words coming out muffled due to his faceplant into the pillow. “Yeah, we probably should.” You reply, equally tired. “But I don’t want toooo,” you whine, pawing at his shoulders and pouting the best pout you could muster in your slee
Scotland X Reader: I'm A BelieverI thought love wasMore Like This
Only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else
But not for me
Love was out to get to me
That's the way it seems
All my dreams
Alistair Kirkland was not quite the optimist people commonly mistook him for. General opinion saw him as a dreamer, never truly getting to know the story behind his mischievous green eyes and his bright copper locks. Most assumed that he was a flirt, someone who could have nearly any girl he tried for. This belief, this rumour, was far from the truth.
Alistair had a lot of problems when it came to love. The man had an unlimited amount of charm to him, one that many women seemed to find appealing. In his time on Earth, he had escorted many young ladies to and fro, all of whom were extremely gratefully to him, but their feelings were always devoted to another.
Nobody wanted a man whose biggest pass-times were smoking, drinking, and flirting.
~A Pirate's Life For Me~ Hetalia Men x ReaderMore Like This
England, July 29th 1588
You clicked the button labeled "1588" and in the blink of an eye, was transported into the past. You arrived on a wooden deck of a ship in the heat of battle. You could hear the cries of men, both of victory and pain. The cannons blasted so loudly, you were forced to cover your ears. The smell of the gunpowder was thick in the air and smoke clouded the battlefield. You uncovered your ears and glanced around, you noticed the ripped and torn British flag as its remains flew proudly in the breeze.
"Look out, lass!"
You felt a hand grabbed your arm and yank you to the ground just as a cannonball zipped past you, barely missing you. You looked up to your rescuer and saw a handsome man in a giant feathered hat. He was dressed in a dark blue pirate's uniform with a ruffled white undershirt. Earrings lined his ears. His messy blond ponytail hung loosely off his shoulder, and he was staring at you with beauti
Saving the Dead (EnglandxReader)"You can't save me, (Name)," he gasped under her, and she felt the tears begin to flow. "You can't save me. I'm not going to make it."More Like This
"How could you not?" she cried, and grasped at his collar; he lay on the crumbling cement beneath her, the rusted iron spike digging through his skin, through his stomach. The blood seeped out on the ground; the metal impaled him too deeply into his abdomen for her to risk pulling it out, and she tried to ignore the blood pouring from the wound, instead turning her attention to his lips. "You're bleeding," she choked out, and wiped the flow from the corner of his lip. "Arthur..."
"(Name)," he tried to offer her a reassuring grin, and his teeth were bloody. She wanted to turn away from the sight of it, away from everything. "Don't... w-worry about me... There are others to save. Children, friends, family... I-I should be the least of your worries."
A bomb from Germany. She remembered how Arthur had told her that he was going out of the house to watch
Blue Lips (FrancexReader) Blue LipsMore Like This
Francis wandered through the streets, not really sure what to do now that the meeting had ended. Arthur was being his usual self- meaning that he wanted nothing to do with that “Frog” and the rest of the Allies were less than pleasurable company. Sighing, the Frenchman made his way to a small plaza famous for street performers, hoping that some music could lighten his day.
The performers were all very talented, but one of the singers, a girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair and gentle (e/c) eyes, caught his attention more than any of the others.
Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath, her smooth voice could hardly be heard over some of the guitars and keyboards, yet she still kept her voice level. Francis wandered closer to her, hoping to hear her words better as she sang.
“He stumbled into faith and thought,
"God, this is all there is."
The pictures in his mind arose
And began to breathe
And all the gods and all the worlds
I'm too awesome to be.. jealous? BF!PrussiaxReaderMore Like This
“Ahhhh… open wide!” you smiled as you scooped up some apple sauce. You were momentarily distracted when you phone started to ring. “Oh, just wait a second, sweetie,” you cooed. You took out your phone from your pocket and glanced at the caller ID. When you saw who it was, you smiled and answered the phone. “Hey, what do you want? I’m kinda busy right now,” you said as you turned back your attention to feeding Domi.
“… too busy to talk to your awesome boyfriend, vhat is going on?” he said with an injured tone.
“I’m just busy babysitting this cutie patootie!” you cooed as you wiped his messy mouth with your free hand. Dominic smiled and clapped his adorable little hands together. You then realized that Gilbert hung up. You stared at the phone and shrugged. He must be somewhere with poor signal. Your attention returned immediately back to the baby who was now cooing in front of you. You then set down you
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
America x reader- flowerMore Like This
You’re at America’s party.. you’re more like sitting at the chair than having fun with others. “Dude~!!... we’re going to play something fun….wanna join?” America or better known as Alfred asks, grinning at you. “like…what are you going to play other than 5 minutes in heaven?..I’d rather being locked together with that bushy brow England than you..” you said, smirking arrogantly. “w-well…..I know…let’s play truth or dare?...are you in?...” he asks. “do I have any other choice?...well..at least it’s better than being locked up in a closet with someone…” you said,smiling.
“okay then… EVERYONE! WE’RE GOING TO PLAY TRUTH OR DARE! COME ON,LET’S GATHER UP!” Alfred screamed. Sometimes, it’s makes you think… doesn’t he have any sore throat for screaming like that? All of the nation gather up and form a circle. “well
Beauty Pains - FinlandxWitch!Reader (1)Beauty is something that people have chased after since the beginning of time. Most women feel the strange desire to be envied and wanted by others for their looks; a certain luster that would cause heads to snap their way. Even if that level was not the level desired, most women would wish to be beautiful. Since that desire was born into the hearts of women, they would seek out the assistance needed to reach it. Herbs, potions, and remedies of every sort were some of the resources that people relied upon. However, for the women that had tried everything to no avail, there was one more option.More Like This
Magic was the last resort; desperate measures that were only to be taken in secret. Shamed are the women that are found dealing with this unruly force. The magical arts were a taboo to the common citizen, so what better thing to do than deal with someone associated with the magical arts rather than taking on the magical tasks herself?
Witches were the number one dealer of magical favors. A
HetaliaxReader - Dating Game IntroMore Like This
I looked up from my book to see my friends, Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio, standing by my table. I had been invited to one of their parties, but, not being a fan of crowds, I had just settled with sitting in a back corner and reading my book. I wasn’t one for reading, but I would gladly pick up a book that held my interest. “Yeah?” I answered back.
“What are you doing back here?” said Francis.
“Ja,” added Gilbert. “The party’s almost over, und you haven’t done anything except read that stupid book.”
“It’s not stupid!” I said defensively, clutching the now closed book to my chest.
“Hey, I got an idea!” Antonio said, snapping his fingers.
He didn’t answer me; he pulled Gilbert and Francis into a small huddle and whispered something to them. They all nodded in agreement, the same suggestive smirk plastered on each of their faces.
Mafia!RomanoxReader: A day out (Part 1)More Like This
Summary: Deciding to take a break for your normal North Italian life, you decide to go travel down south to see the sights. During your stay in Southern Italy, you run into what seems like a bit of trouble and get caught up in a situation that causes you to work with the Mafia. How are you going to get your clumsy self out of this one? That’s right you don’t haha suck it reader.
I shouldn’t write a story now I’m in such a crack-fic mood
A day out
You jumped back quickly as a car narrowly misses you, hearing a cry of, “Watch it, you stupid puta!” as it drove away. Quick enough that you hadn’t the time to think back a retort. “Hmph. Italians,” You huffed and carried on crossing the road, you had sworn that there wasn’t a car there before- but who knew anymore in a place like this, what with all the crazy
peopledrivers around. You didn’t be
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ FinalMore Like This
~Chapter 45~ Final
“My tears!” you shouted at the top of your lungs when Mathias handed over his cape to your dragon and you gave his brother one of your layers.
“All those hours I spent mourning for you! All of those tears wept and swollen eyes and fits of hiccups! Give them back! I almost went mad, damn you! Give them all back, I said!”
Emil blushed and shied away behind his cape. Lukas, on the other hand, stepped in front of his little brother to defend the both of them from your onslaught of meanderings and punches.
“_____________, you have to understand that if my brother’s body didn’t expire—Hey! Stop that! I mean it! Don’t make me do something drastic!”
“You’re the worst!” you screeched and continued to pummel the How-Dare-He-Lie-To-You Sucker Dragon Dung Fish-Face over and over again. All the while, the other dragons were watching in mild amusement.
Emil tried to step in and hold you back.
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 44More Like This
“Funny…” Emil coughed. “It hurts more than I remembered…”
“No!” you wailed. “No, no, no, no no! Emil, don’t do this to me! What about all the things we were going to do when this was over?!”
“It—” Emil sputtered. A few specks of purple blood scattered onto your face. “It is over, _____________. The shadow is gone.”
You frantically shook your head back and forth. “No, it’s not. Emil, it’s not…We’ll take you home. We’ll get out of this alive together. We’ll…we’ll make it!”
A gentle hand reached out and touched your cheek. You took and it pressed it against your face with tears pouring down your cheeks in a flood. Emil was dying.
“____________, I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough for you,” Emil whispered in a hoarse voice. “I’m sorry I couldn’
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 43More Like This
“I have to thank you for your courage and determination, Dragonheart,” Emil’s body spoke. Gone was the lovely silvery shimmer of his white hair; his eyes and face were beyond recognition with nothing but darkness clambering over a hazy, writhing shadow. His voice had been altered to a point where you could not fathom that speaking to him had once offered you comfort and solace in a place where you would have otherwise gone mad. Then again, if there was a proper time to be going mad, now was the time.
The shadow had a large sweeping tongue that slithered over its enormous mouth lines to clean up any excess blood it might have failed to pick up. Lukas’ heart was gone. There was no hope now. The flames of the world were consumed along with your friend’s soul.
“Lukas, Emil…” you sobbed. “Forgive me…”
The shadow bent its formless shape towards you.
“Why should they forgive you?” it his
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 42More Like This
“Did you really have to insist on bringing that thing with you?” Emil asked with a disgruntled expression toying on his face. From the look of disturbance in his eyes, you assumed he would be on the verge of either forcing you to leaving it behind or throwing up altogether. You couldn’t blame him, though. They were his brother’s eyes.
“I’m not going to let some sick person take these away from me,” you frowned. “Could you imagine what they’d do with things as precious as these?”
“Uh…” Emil turned away. Without permission, you volunteered to list off a couple of reasons.
“They could put them up for display in a window or boil them for a witch stew! Or worst of all! They can even preserve them and wear them around their ears like earrings!”
“What sort of twisted reasons…? ___________, why in Eliatha would anyone want to do that with eyeballs?”
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 41More Like This
From afar, the dragon hunters’ fortress looked nothing more than a humble shadow of a mountain with smoke rising from its high peaks. Now, however, the sheer size of the building was more intimidating than you had imagined. The sky was pitch black even though only a few minutes ago, the sky had been a bright white from the sun shining past the snowy clouds. Black and dark purple ashes were scattered everywhere, and a sickly sweet smelled filled the air as you and Emil approached the side entrance to the fortress.
“I don’t like this place,” you whispered to your dragon as you clung onto his blanket like a guiding rope.
“I don’t like it either, ___________,” Emil replied in the same volume of your voice. “I can sense a great amount of negative energy coming from inside this place. We’re going to have to be very careful.”
“I understand,” you said.
“__________, remember what I said about me not being
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 40More Like This
A low gurgling noise began to sound out from your stomach. Embarrassed, you clutched onto your abdomen hoping Emil wouldn’t be able to hear the noise. Unfortunately, your dragon slowed his pacing down and turned in your direction.
“___________, are you hungry?” he asked.
You shook your head. “No, no, not at all,” you replied remembering the trouble you had caused the last time you had said you were hungry.
Emil blinked. “Are you sure? If you aren’t feeling completely rejuvenated, we can always take a rest.”
“No!” you protested. “Lukas’ life remains in our hands! We can’t stop just because one of us is feeling hungry!”
“If you insist…” the dragon mumbled looking unconvinced. “On another note, we’re almost there. He pointed to the horizon. “You see that small line of smoke coming out from the forest line?”
“Uh-huh,” you nodded.
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 39More Like This
“There is a dark evil looking for the flames of the world,” was the first thing Emil said after the two of you had dried your tears and continued on your way.
You narrowed your eyes. “When you say it like that, does it have something to do with the way you were talking to me when I was in the garbage heap?”
The dragon sighed. “I believe so. I think it was only due to the power of the flames that kept it at bay. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold it off before it consumes me entirely.”
“Consumes you?!” you gasped.
“Yes,” Emil answered with a dark tone. “I have a feeling that the evil has claimed nearly all of the souls of the missing dragons and their previous vessels—hence the large number of dragon hunters existing even today.”
“Why would it do something like that?” you whispered stunned that such a thing would happen. “Are the flames really worth tha
Let me be your guardian. - England - Good - LEMONMore Like This
Let me be your guardian.
F.A.C.E x Country!Reader
I tried my best to not faint from the blood that was rushing up my cheeks, my hands was shaking on the table, England suddenly grabbed his mug and pressed it to his face, drinking in the golden liquid to the point it was confusing to watch him empty the giant mug of ale.
"You alright?" I said blushing deeply, he nodded still drinking, him drunk is just one pain in my life.
it felt like rejection.. it was his way of avoiding saying anything that could hurt. I got up without him seeing it and left the restaurant, he had his eyes closed after all.. ale can sting the eye.
It was raining, I walked casually to not draw attention towards London Bridge.
the rain soaked me completely making my white shirt sort of see though.
I stood there on the bridge, pouring rain, it was getting colder by the minute.
I thanked the rain for masquerading my tears. He hadn't rejected me.
Let me be your guardian. - Canada - Good - LEMONMore Like This
Let me be your guardian.
F.A.C.E x Country!Reader
I saw from the corner of my eyes that he reached up and pulled his glasses off, flipping them and then placing them on the coffee table. " Je veux t'épouser" I heard his low voice say something.
"what?" I looked up at him, his face was all flushed and tainted from that wild red color spreading down his neck and over his ears. "I said.. I want to marry you.." he then says looking at me, Kumajiro walked past us in the hall way but seemed to be oblivious to what was happening.
"y-y-you really want to?" I said feeling tears form in my eyes. "even when I'm so perverted masturbating in your bed?" I sobbed once as I then felt a hand remove the tears from my cheek. "do you think y-you the only one that done that?" my eyes widen as i looked at him.
"...Pervert" I said low making him gasp and turn just the way i want him, hot flushed a mix of embarrassed and angry
Let me be your guardian. - France - Good - LEMONMore Like This
Let me be your guardian.
F.A.C.E x Country!Reader
I could hear his heart, as my head was resting against his chest many thoughts went through my head. I am pulled away from him, as he lays me down flat on my bed, "Fr-France?" I am cut off by his lips pressing against mine. My eyes open widely, meeting his smelting blue eyes, they close halfway, I can read his eyes as if it was a book, and they speak of lust, love and desire.
My eyes close as I calm my body down. His hands start to roam around my body freely. Gliding under my hem to my back, just to find that my bra; has no back lock. "Front~" I whisper in-between the kissing. He smirk widely "Kinky little girl~" his hands slide back up on my front to fiddle with the lock. "F-France do you love me?" rest my legs against his outer thighs, having him already pressing against my womanhood with his manhood.
"I do" he leans down to kiss my neck as I move my head to stop t
Let me be your guardian. - America - Good - LEMONMore Like This
Let me be your guardian.
F.A.C.E x Country!Reader
My guardians' eyes dart on me "(name)!" He stands up the blush on his face is clear. But I cant see if it’s a good or bad blush. "I… Im home" I reply as we both start walking meeting half way, "I got your letter" he says holding it up, it looks like it been crumbled multiple times. "Y-yeah.." I look up to see he looks in pain, tears threatening in his eyes. "I want to-" his cut of as his phone start ringing like crazy "ah.. That’s my boss.. W-wait here okay? I really need to take that" and with that he was up in his study.
I sat down waiting for him to return. It was getting late now, he must be in a skype meeting now, so it probably was something he wanted to avoid.. the talk with me that is.
I can see that the before welcoming sky has turned dull with rain clouds. At that moment my mind said "now would be a good time to go for a walk to clear y
Friend-Zoned: AmericaXReaderThe two of you had fallen asleep on your bed you and your best friend Alfred. He stared at the ceiling, feeling your warm, steady breath leave his lips as you turned over in your sleep, curling up on your side. He looked at you, craning his neck to be able to see you better and took in your messy hair and skin dappled with the moonlight coming in from the window. No more all night video game fests like you had been used to doing. College was starting soon after all. The two of you had just been trying to catch up on old times before you were sent off in different directions. You would go to your college and Alfred would go to his. You were rooming together too. Your parents were perfectly fine with it. You had been friends since diapers, but it was strange for you since the two of you had never slept on the same bed before.More Like This
Sitting up, Alfred swung his legs out of bed and hunched over, putting his head in his hands. This was all so... so confusing. He couldn't keep doing this. H
Spain x Reader: RejectionHere she is.More Like This
Here is another girl confessing her love to Antonio Fernández Carriedo, who is just about your best friend. And it probably doesn't help that he is, like, one of the most popular guys in school, and it's probably because of how he is Spanish, how optimistic he is, and how he happens to have just about the cutest butt out of all the guys in the whole entire school.
Yep. That last reason is definitely a reason.
And the poor girl is probably going to get rejected but she is going to cry for about two days and then return to say that it's okay, she understands. And she hopes to at least be friends.
And he'll smile and say yes.
Happens every time.
"H-hey, Antonio?" she asks softly, holding her hands gently. She is about three shades darker than the tomato Antonio holds in his hand, the one only seconds ago, he was about to eat. And then she interrupted his daily practice. "Antonio, you should know that I I love you!" She holds out a brown paper bag from the marke
Canada X Reader: Home Alone"DIE ZOMBIE DIE!" he yelled, shooting you withMore Like This
Nerf darts ?
You looked up at the person, He had blond hair with a stuburn cowlick right at the part, he was wearing a camo uniform, had a florescent pink a purple tie tied around his forehead, dark war paint on his cheeks and a blue light saber was strapped to his back like a samurai sword.
After a moment or so he lowered the gun, a very confused and slightly stupid look on his face.
"_________," he said. "You're not a zombie " You rolled your eyes and plucked a dart off your shoulder.
"Lucky me " you muttered. "Alfred, what ARE you doing ??" you asked shaking the dart at
Alfred flicked on a light switch that was next to him so you could see him clearly. He kind of looked like he hadn't slept for days, but was hyped up on energy drinks, but you ignored that fact because that's when you noticed the room. It was completely destroyed, garbage everywhere, broken dishes were scattered in the
Daddy America x Mommy Reader x Child CanadaDaddy America x Mommy Reader x Child Canada: The Special SeedMore Like This
You and your husband Alfred F. Jones were sitting in the family room. He was reading the newspaper and you were knitting a blanket for you're expecting another child. Where is your first? Little Matthew was up in his room drawing a picture; he said something earlier about it being a surprise for you. As you finished up on today's knitting, you hear the pitter patter of little feet coming your way. You feel a little body press up to your knee and you look down to see Matthew up against your knee, holding a picture. "Hi Mommy!" he said with a wide smile on his face. You put your work down and lift the child up onto your lap. "Hello Mattie, whatcha got there?" Matthew looked at the paper once more then looked to you. "Mommy I made this for you and Daddy!" On cue Alfred put the newspaper down.
~Cute Jealousy~ Spain x Reader x Chibi!RomanoPairing: Spain x Reader x Chibi!RomanoMore Like This
"Lovi!" The cheery nation's voice rang throughout the large house. Romano shifted his weight as he struggled to hold to broom upright. "What, bastard?" He grumbled. Spain walked over to the young boy and smiled. "A pretty girl is coming over today so I want you to be nice! She loves children, and is very nice with a-" The Italian covered his caretaker's mouth. "Do I look like I care, bastardo? Fine, I'll behave, but if you two start getting hammered on the living room then I will blow it." With a swish of his head kerchief, the southern part of Italy walked away, huffing angrily.
In about an hour, the doorbell rang. Spain dropped the basket of plump tomatoes on the floor and scurried over to the entrance of his abode. Smoothing out the yellow colored apron on his chest, he opened the door, reveali
Popular!Americaxreader: Wear My Jersey?More Like This
You were having a bad day. First you woke up late, you had NO food; so no breakfast, you missed your bus and your mom had to drive you to school, and you had slammed your fingers in your locker. What else could go wrong?
Off to first period you go. Ah, biology. You actually liked biology besides all the dissecting and gross stuff. You liked it a lot because for the whole year you had Alfred F. Jones as your lab partner. He was the captain of the football team. You were captain of the volleyball team but that didn't matter to anyone really because your school was known for football. You had really liked him for a while. Ever since kindergartener actually. He was just.... amazing. Everything could ever want in a guy, he had it. Only one problem, he most likely didn't feel the same way. You two were just friends, sort of. You talked to each other sometimes in the small amount of classes you had with him and he acknowledged your assistance but that was about it.
You sat down in your chair
How to say 'I Love You' [ America x Reader ]More Like This
I love you.
Those three words haunted you as you lied in your bed, your mind playing out any possible scenarios that might transpire once you've uttered them to your best friend/crush—Alfred Jones. The self-proclaimed 'hero', Alfred was probably the most lovable and funny person you had ever encountered.
He was super handsome, too... not that you'd ever say that out loud.
Banging your head against your pillow, you let out a strangled cry. "For Pete's sake, why is this keeping me up for so long?!"
You had been mulling over this for quite a while now, and your clock read 11:30 PM. At this rate, you were going to show up at Alfred's house tired, and you didn't want that!
You sighed, rolling over onto your stomach. This had all started out with a stupid threat from Francis, who was intent on bringing you and Alfred together. It was either confess to Alfred, or have Francis show him your diary in which you spilled out all of your feelings into.
How he had gotten a
Justin Law x Reader 3 A Team Effort, The Unknown Girl and Beast?More Like This
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
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
Dragon!Denmark x Reader ~The Dragonsight~ 20More Like This
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
Dragon!Denmark x Reader ~The Dragonsight~ 2More Like This
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…”
Dragon!Denmark x Reader ~The Dragonsight~ 3More Like This
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
Loki's present (Baby!reader X Loki)"Pepper! It's Christmas! Get everyone down here!" Tony yelled through one of the many bedroom doors as he made breakfast for everyone so they could eat then open presents.More Like This
No later than 15 minutes everyone was up and eating. Loki was the last to arrive at the dinner table, sluggishly sipping on his coffee.
"I'm going to go to the park before we open presents." With that he was suddenly dressed and had a to go filled with black coffee.
"I don't think he's taking the miss carriage so well Tony." Lucy spoke up. Lucy was Loki's wife for two years and finally had a child. Unfortunately it was a miss carriage. He has been down for weeks now taking small trips to park across the street. Hoping he'd fine his new hope.
Loki walked around the park once more before hearing a soft baby cry. He turned Hus head in the direction and saw a basket about seven yards away left unattended. He ran to the baby and read the note.
"I have left my child because I'm am in a deep financial problems that have mad
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Tony x Baby! Reader Second Chance
There went the most famous man in the world, stumbling along the dark street. Of course, when any normal person saw this, they would all assume the same thing; He was dead drunk. And, giving the current circumstances, they would be completely accurate in their assumption.
But then, they would have to ask why this was the case. And it is fairly simple, really. You see…
“Stupid Pepper. Yellin’ at me, then throwin’ me out, and then she’s goin’ to leave herself? Seriously??”
Pepper left him. Again. This time, though, it was different. He just knew, somehow, that it was over for good this time. And it sucked.So, what better way to get over it than to just go out and drink the night away? And the next day. And the next day. And the--
“WAAAAAH!!” A cry erupted from the corner of the alley. Tony’s head shot up, adrenaline sobering his mind.
‘That sounded like a kid…’ <
Nordics x Child! Reader: A Real Family pt 7More Like This
You held your upper left arm as you were grazed by the bullet.
“You missed?” The guy looked at the one holding the shot gun. “What idiot misses from 3 feet?”
“I’m sure I won’t miss you from a foot away.” The man looked at him as you started to run. “She’s getting away!”
“Give me that!” The other man took the gun as he aimed and shot at you as you run.
With every gun shot heard the Nordic’s heart sank as they ran to find you. A couple of Norway’s mystical friends told him as they got word from other mystical creature keeping an eye on you.
“She’s changed course!” He yelled as he stopped and turned with the others following him. “She’s headed towards the lake.” They were scared to see what they would find when they finally got to you.
You ran as you felt like you were dodging the bullets like you would dodge the snowballs thrown
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“What do you mean?” Norway asked in a calmer tone. “He was at the school?” Denmark nodded.
“I heard him ask the lady at the front desk if she could look up a student for him and when she asked for the name he said ______ ______. I turned and that’s when I saw him.”
“Did he recognize you?” Finland asked leaning on the doorframe to the kitchen.
“No his back was towards me. At first I was going to take him into the parking lot and let my anger do the talking but I decided that I was just going to walk out before he could see me with no chance of him following me and finding Greenland.”
Norway was shocked. “I have to give you credit. I wouldn’t expect that from you.”
“Thanks. I think.” Denmark looked at Norway as he sniffed the air. “Hey what’s burning?”
“Oh crud my cookies!” Finland suddenly remembered the cookies in the oven as he ran to remove them.
-time skip a
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It has been a few weeks and you were now enrolled into school. You hated it. Being the new kid was always hard. You’ve been going to the school for a couple weeks now and you have yet to make one friend but you have met many bullies.
-time skip as you return home from school-
The door opened and closed telling the Nordics you were home.
“Hey runt how was school?” Denmark asked without him or the other Nordics turning their head as you answered with your normal grunt.
“Greenland I made fresh cookies.” Finland said walking out of the kitchen with a batch of your favorite cookies to cheer you up but when he looked at you he dropped the plate from shock at the sight of you. You stood there with your (f/c) dress torn, your left sleeve was hanging off your shoulder by a few threads holding it to the dress, your white pantyhose had holes in them and covered in blotches of dirt one of the straps on your mary-janes were broken, your (h/c) hair was a mess and there
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“Are we there yet?” You asked trying to look over the dashboard from your seat between Iceland and Norway. With your small size all you could see was the grey sky out of all the windows.
“Not yet, Greenland.” Finland chuckled knowing why you were excited. You were on your way to get a Christmas tree. It was hard for you to grasp why Finland loved Christmas for reasons you told them.
“Merry Christmas ______.” The man would come to you smoking a cigar. “It’s that time for giving!” He would already be drunk off eggnog. “So give me your arm.” He would reach down before you should pull away as he decorate your small arms with cigar burns.
-end of flashback-
“Alright ______.” You heard Finland as you unbuckled your seatbelt to stand up. Since you were in public you understood to use their human names and they would call you ______. Norway picked you up and set you on the ground as you looked at all
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You couldn’t stop smiling. Your first world meeting was only minutes away. You straightened your new (fav color) dress that Finland got you to ware for your first meeting. You walked up the outside steps of the building when you saw the large double doors. That’s when everything sunk in. Fear. Panic. Shaky knees. You had no idea what you were going to do. All the excitement you had just moments ago was gone. You stood in the middle of the steps looking at the doors frozen with fear.
Iceland noticed you weren’t walking beside him anymore and looked back. “Greenland?” He saying your name brought the other Nordics to notice that you had stopped.
“What’s wrong?” Finland asked as Norway knelt down beside you, now looking at your feet.
“Are you ok?” he asked as you shrugged. “What happened to being so excited about the meeting?”
“It’s gone.” You simple said not making eye contact. Norway thought f
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“I raised you didn’t I?” Norway looked at his younger brother.
“Are you calling me a girl?” Iceland looked at Norway.
“I won’t if you call me big brother.” Norway threw in as Iceland ignored him. “Come on, Iceland. Big brother.”
“Cut it out.”
“I’m not listening to you.”
“Now you’re not making any sense.”
“I thought you weren’t listening to me.” Norway looked at him as they turned their heads to Finland.
“I can make some calls to some of the other countries for advice.” He said. “But it shouldn’t be much different then raising a boy.”
“Ye’h but when’s the la’t time any of us ra’sed a kid?” [Yeah but when’s the last time any of us raised a kid?] Sweden asked as they all thought. Iceland was the last one that was raised b
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“Stupid girl, this is the wrong beer!” A beer bottle smashed against the wall as you ducked in cover. The man you knew as your father stood towering of your four year old self. “I take you in. Put a roof over your head and give you clothing and this is how you repay me?” His hand flew down as you dodged it. He hated it when you dodged even if it was a reflex. He took a strong hold of your small arm and swing again, harder this time for dodging the first one. The hit was so hard it sent you to the floor. “______ you can’t do anything right!”
“I tried.” You said through your tears as you got up. “I’m sorry.”
“Oh ______ is sorry?” He stepped closer to you. “Oh you don’t know what sorry is!” He swung and hit you again sending you back to the ground. “You’re worthless. You’re dumb. You’re scum and no one will ever love you because of it.” He spit on your face a
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He disgusted himself. Who would ever look at him? He was an ugly creature, and didn't wish to be reminded of it. Reminded of all the scars that distorted his face.
He smashed all the mirrors in his mansion, boarded up and curtained any and all windows, all reflective surfaces were disposed of impromptu. Vash didn't get why his little sister, Lily, still insisted to stay in his presence. He had nothing to offer her other than a place to stay and a meal to eat. Vash showed her no love; he was too strong to show any of that putrid, lesser emotion.
Everything progressed slowly, in his castle of solitude; volatile, even.
Deep within the caged depths of his heart, he actually wished to free himself from his bonds of self-loathing and horrible guilt, he just didn't know how. He was cursed, that's all he knew; he was ugly, that's all he wanted to know. Life couldn't be less complicated than that.
Lily, one day, brought home someone from town. Vash stood at the top of the stairs, watching as hi
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No one really listened to him during the World Conferences, nor during the strictly Allies Meetings during the first and second World Wars – why this was and forever will be a mystery to one Matthew Williams. He had tried to speak up every blue moon, but his meager voice would easily be over-powered by his own brother's obnoxious voice arguing with someone else.
As much as he hated to admit it to himself, Matthew was overshadowed and forgotten about almost on a daily basis. Even his pet bear would let his master's name slip from his mind.
Being lonely was something Canada was used to, though not something he rather enjoyed.
Until one day, he heard an even softer voice.
"Excuse me, sir but…uhm, you wouldn't happen to see me, would you?"
Sitting in his own, remote chair in the World Conference room, Matthew glanced around him with wide, curious eyes. Who was talking to him? Surely it wasn't one of the countries…they've never noticed him before, so why now?
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She was noisy, stubborn, unassuming, and just plainly the complete opposite of what an attractive woman would be – in Lukas's eyes.
He was silent, judgmental, hot-headed, and a complete jerk with his brash attitude; he wasn't the ideal man to [Name], either.
Both of them grew-up together, though. Supposedly, they were friends but they acted more like bickering siblings more than best buddies forever; they would tug on each other's hair, sit on the other until they cried out or demanded for air, forced each other to eat bugs/dirt/mud/objects laying on the ground – really the list of tormenting methods was endless. When the two had finally hit their secondary school ages, they begun to change – their bodies grew; [Name] started to grow curves; Lukas became taller and lean, the most subtle traces of muscle tone was beginning to take form to his chest, arms, and legs.
And yet, nothing had changed between the both of them – they were still pulling at each other's hair, slapping and biting e
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It was difficult to fall in love with someone as tight-assed as Lovino Vargas. He was impossibly stubborn, swore like a goddamn sailor, an ignorant douche-nozzle, and – to top it all – he was unbelievably and uncontrollably shy when it came to commitment.
Sure, the chocolate-haired Italian may come across as the flirtatious type to women when he first encounters them, but if you are a woman that sees him on a daily basis, you start to receive the business end of his very – for lack of a better English term – tsundere tendencies. He would snub his cute little nose in the air and act as if you didn't exist, like you bore him. When Lovino gets close to women, he tends to show his more elementary-school-boy side; picking on them and calling them names to hide the fact that he really did like this girl. It didn't take a master of psychology to figure that out.
But luckily, for [Name] that wasn't an issue since she just finished off her masters in human psychology. Ho
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Pairing: Canada/Matthew Williams x Reader
Word Length: 300
Matthew awoke to the scent of pancakes wafting from the kitchen area. Idly itching already mussed locks, his blurry violet eyes focused on an empty bed. [Name] is cooking for me, he blushed at the thought. Slipping his glasses on, Matthew shuffled to the kitchen in flannel pajamas.
“Hey there, sleepyhead!” your [e/c] eyes twinkled happily at the sight of his uncooperative curl. It fit his laidback, just-out-of-bed look.
“Hi.” mumbled Matthew, shooting you a small, shy smile.
“Made you some pancakes. Cocoa too. Snow is cocoa weather!” you toasted the frosted windows and mountains of white growing just beyond the door. Matthew picked up his plate and dropped, like a leaf, into the seat across from you.
“Y-You can have it.” Matthew coughed, hoping to shake the pink dust from his cheeks. Flattered by his gentlemanliness, you took the syrup
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Ghost!Hetalia X Psychic!Reader
“So…. This is the place.” I mumbled and slammed the car door shut.
My name is (Full name) I am currently 22 years old and have just inherited a house from my deceased grandmother. After packing up and leaving my college behind I carried on to my new home in France.
My grandmother had been born in this country and left during World War 2 to flee to (home country) where she had a family and many years later I was born.
After her husband-died years ago, she returned to live out the rest of her days in the countryside of France. And that’s what she did up until she peacefully died in her sleep at the age of 97.
That was 6 months ago. In that time I had inherited everything she ever owned including her riches, journals, and house. The reason you may ask? I was the favorite.
She would always tell me that I was special and would live on to great things, like she did. And boy was she right about special
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Chapter - 1
Her heart beat pounded into her chest. The farther she went the faster went her heart. Running through the forest barefoot and earning scratches and cuts from the sharp branches. She didn't care. All she wanted was to escape, she wanted to survive. She then came to an open area. She gasped at the sight.
Fear flooded her vision as she saw what laid in front of her. All the countries were set out on wooden poles. A rope around their neck and their uniforms covered in blood. She saw all of them. Row by row went the poles and each of them had one person on it. She stood frozen and didn't dare to move. Why? Because this signified she was the only one left. Alone.
She turned around and found her killer. The knife raised high and ready to be brought down to her flesh. She screamed, "Ahhhhh!" The sky was dark and the birds flew. The killer dragged her body to the last empty pole that was placed in the middle in the front row. Hung by her head
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You were a vampire, but a lonely vampire. You sought attention, love and affection, which was something you could gain easily, but not the kind that you sought. The attention and love you sought was the real, genuine one. Not the hexed and created one.
You had lived for several centuries, forever trapped in the body of a 21 year old, but those centuries were empty and lonely. You wanted and longed for a mate, someone who loved you for you, and someone who understood you. But that was something you thought by now you would never get.
The one who turned was long gone, and you did not know of any other nearby vampires. The only ones you knew of lived far away and were not the type you yearned for. They were arrogant, thought only of themselves and saw others as slaves.
You wanted compassion and love. You wanted to be looked upon as an equal, not a slave. You were more than a simple piece of meat to be fought over. You had feelings and emotions, you weren't a stone or any other inanimate o
Romano x Reader: My Valentine's Tomato (Fluff)More Like This
It was Valentine's Day and you had just arrived at your boyfriend Romano's house to spend the day together. At the moment you two were sitting in his couch. Well, he was sitting in the couch, you were sitting on his lap, snuggling up to him.
“Hey, [Name]?” Romano suddenly asked.
“Hm?” you hummed in response.
“Is there-a anything you would-a like for Valentine's?”
You put your finger to your chin and pretended to think.
“Hm... Not really, except spending the day with my boyfriend~” you cooed contently.
“That can-a easily be arranged, amore~” Romano purred in your ear making you shiver slightly.
Then you thought of something you really wanted. You wanted Romano to sing with you. You just loved his voice when he sang. Especially when he sang his “The Delicious Tomato Song”.
You let out a small chuckle at that thought. But then you remembered how long it had been since you had heard him sing last,
Sick!2P!America X Reader ~Quietly Made Decisions~He looked sidelong at you, at your sleeping form nuzzled on the opposite end of the worn, graying couch through the haze of sickness that threatened to overcome him and admired how the soft sunset glow from the window behind them curved about your face and the shadow your eyelashes created on your face, drooping down to the swell of your cheek. A hand was tucked behind your head, holding a wet cloth that your had probably meant for his forehead but found him asleep by the TV and decided to take a nap too.More Like This
Allan Jones looked over at the alarm clock placed on top of the TV with piercing red eyes, red, white and blue paint giving away to the browning edges from use, and saw that it was five minutes to six. Eyebrows furrowed in mental concentration as he realized you had been over since eight in the morning to take care of him.
Ten hours you had been over at his house, checking his temperature and making sure that he had five glasses of water (to wash out the sickness, you had said) and gi
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“I…love you, _______. Ya tebyA IyublyU. I always will…”
An echo in darkness…
A final tear fell from his right eye, landing and staying on the comatose woman’s left closed eye.
A drop of rain in the abyss…
How could that be? How could she feel that strange sensation on her eyelid? That strange feeling of…wet…is that the right word? It’d been so long since she’d known what was the right word she wasn’t sure. And then…her muscles? It’s that right? Her facial muscles scrunched a bit at the sensation. She could feel herself rising out of the darkness…slowly ever so slowly…
But that voice…she knew that voice…she knew it anywhere…it pulled at her essence and lifted her up…it called to her…it could only be…
A tall and pale Russian spoke to the doctor somberly. Tears still threatening to fall. Then nurse flew by. But she came back. She panted b
Russia X Tomboy!England's Sister!CountryMore Like This
"You bloody wankers! Prepare to lose!" You shout, zooming past America on your skateboard. You wore no helmet, only the hood of your jacket which flew off revealing a messy [h/c] ponytail. Your hands were outstretched for balance and you flew through the busy sidewalk weaving between people who shrieked as the rest of your friends zoomed by, hot on your heels. Your competitive spirit took over and you skillfully passed the leading country, your brother England. Twisting your head back, you gave a triumphant shout, "I won you bloody countries!" You didn't notice a tall Russian standing in your way but the other countries' eyes widened as they realized just who you were about to collide into. "Watch out [c/n]!" You turn just in time to crash into the Russian, your skateboard discarded on the side.
Cold arms gripped you tightly and you look up to see a creepy grin as the man grinned down at you. "H-Hello. I'm [h/n]. Sorry for crashing into you." The Russian's smile gre
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Pushing a curtain out of the way, you looked out of one of the windows in the front of your house, sighing as you saw nothing but white. It had snowed last night, and guessing from the glare on the sidewalk, no one in the neighbourhood apart from yourself had decided to put salt out in front of their homes.
Usually this wouldn't have bothered you, on days like these you could stay in and relax with a cup of something hot, but you had already made plans to go see your friend Matthias today, at his house. And that meant you had to go outside.
Glancing at the clock, you realized that it was 11:45 already, and you had promised to be at the home that Matthias and his four best friends, all from different Nordic European countries, shared by noon.
Lucky for you, they didn't live too far of a walk from your home.
You scampered over to your front closet, grabbing the biggest pair of winter boots that you owned, and lacing them onto your feet. You zipped up your thick (f/c) snow jacket,
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The blonde stared at his phone.
Should he call her?
I mean, maybe she's already got plans?
She could do something with somebody else.
It was around Christmas after all.
He bit his lip and started to press down the buttons making her phone number.
He thought about her.
Her smooth (h/c) hair framing her face, her glorious (e/c) eyes that almost seemed to sparkle at some times.
Her beautiful smile...
That decided it, he pressed the 'call' button and waited for you to answer.
He sighed and were just about to cancel the call when he heard a bright voice.
He just stared at the phone.
He snapped back to reality and raised the phone to his right ear.
"Oh, hello ___." He said into the phone.
"Oh, it's you-"
But who was it...?
Vati!Germany x Child!Reader: NightmaresMore Like This
Your kindergarden class ended and now the school bus was dropping you off at the bus stop. You politely thanked the driver and started walking home, that was only a block away.You finally arrived at your house. But from the outside the front door you could hear a pained scream.
You gasped yanking the door open. As you were running in the hallway to the main room you heard another tormented scream… and then it was silent.
You found your father laying on the floor. His usual slick, blond hairstyle was messed up, and he had many cuts and bruises; blood staining his clothes. Next to him was his brother in the same horrible condition.
His silver hair was also unkempt, cuts blemishing his pale, delicate skin. A stream of blood flowed from his open mouth. Both their blood lost combined together formed a large red pool around them. You started to cry at the sight.
You never wanted to see your daddy or uncle hurt in any way; because you loved them so much.
You helplessly watched them, re
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It was a warm summer night. You were curled up in your cozy armchair, watching TV. Across from you on the couch was your boyfriend, Kiku Honda.
When the commercials came on, you stood up and stretched. You turned your head and noticed that Kiku fell asleep, so you walked over to him. He lay on his back with his head tilted, causing some of his hair to fall on his face.
Kiku's brows twitched in his sleep as he softly snored. You tried your best not to squeal at your boyfriend's cuteness.
"You are so adorable," You whispered, gently stroking away black stands of hair. As if responding to your touch, Kiku tensed up and stopped breathing. But a second later, he slumped back and continued to snore. You giggled, and then, got a good idea.
You took the tip of your hair and lightly grazed it over his ear. Kiku cringed, but he was still asleep. You smiled mischievously, taking your hair and tickling him along the jawline. He jerked a little, furrowing his eyebrows. Kiku could get annoyed in his
Prussia x Reader: Don't go, Come BackMore Like This
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The gentle patter of rain tapped against the windows. The bedroom was silent, an early morning. You woke when the rain stopped, the sun's rays shining in your direction. Strong arms were wrapped around your torso, keeping you warm. It also made you feel safe.
Someone's breathing tickled the nape of your neck. That someone was named Gilbert. He was your boyfriend of three years. His slow, steady breaths and hid warm embrace was your only comfort. You knew he was going to leave soon.
"Gil…" You murmured softly as you shifted your position. His deep breathing came to a halt, being replaced by a single moan. You watched his crimson eyes glide open. "Hey baby." "Hallo, liebe." Gilbert muttered and gave you a kiss on the nose. "What time is it?" He asked with his raspy voice, stretching a bit. You glanced at the clock. "Time to get ready."
This was the day Gilbert had to off to war.
The two of you stood at the train station; with the trains that
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A child no more than five walked around in the downpour outside, dressed in what used to be a light shirt and shorts. Her wet, matted (H/C) hair plastered to her face by the rain. She was deathly pale and her dull (E/C) orbs showed no spark of life. The few strangers on the streets payed her no attention. She was used to it. No one cared for her. She saw a bench so she climbed onto it and sat down and closed her eyes.
Until she heard a voice.
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Okay, first time writing Poland! Let's do this!
Poland X Child!Reader - It's Going To Be Okay.
"Hey, are you, like, okay?" A male voice asked.
The girl opened her eyes and looked at a man with soaked straw blonde hair sticking to his cheeks and bright green eyes, full of life, curiosity and worry. He was dressed in a salmon pink collared, button up shirt, black pants and black shoes. The girl looked at the man in confusion. "Are you talking to me?" She asked. The man nodded and said, "Yeah, like, who else would I be talking to?"
The small girl shrugged. "I dunno. Why are you worried about me anyways? No one else has been..." She said. The man felt a tug at his heart and picked the small, cold, wet girl up. She didn't protest. "Because I have a heart, unlike some of these people..." The man said. "Wanna, like, come to my house? It's totally warm there and I could, like, get you some totally cute clothes." He asked the girl. The girl simply nodded. "That'd be
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You marched into the mess hall. You stomped over to where your friends were sitting, an unamused expression plastered on your usual-stoic face. Not that it's rare anyways. You were pretty much a second Levi, but with anger management issues. Sasha stared at your aggravated face as you marched over to her, Connie, and Mikasa's group. Sweat formed around her forehead.
"G-guys," she said, pointing at you, "I sense a storm coming." Mikasa, Eren, Armin and Connie turned their heads and immediately paled at the sight of your angry state.
"Oh shit," Eren muttered as you marched closer, "Everyone, get yourselves in your positions." Armin began to shake violently like a leaf. Connie and Sasha hurriedly stuffed their faces with bread and baked potatoes as if it were going to be their last.
You stood beside the table, shadow looming over your eyes. Mikasa looked at you.
"Hi ______," she said casually, trying to brush off the an
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You looked up from the crate you held in your arms. Armin strode towards you quickly, taking the crate from your arms and setting it down beside him. He turned back to you, pursing his lips in concern, his eyebrows furrowing together as well.
You gave him a scowl. "What was that about?" You asked, placing your hands on your hips. "And what is with the face?"
Armin crossed his hands behind his back, glancing down at his boots. You could see him bite his lip, a habit he was terribly guilty of these days.
You crossed your arms, staring down the shorter boy. "Well?"
Armin glanced up at you, then returned his gaze to his boots. "Well...you see, with you being...well, you know...I don;t think it is such a good idea for you to be picking up heavy objects and such."
You felt your jaw drop. "Armin!" You gasped, shocked. Said boy flinched visibly. "Really? Just because I'm pregnant does not give you the right to boss me around."
Armin took a step back, ho
AtS: The Bathtub"You're filthy."More Like This
Rivaille looked down at you, his eyes sparkling with discontent at your current state. Mud caked your boots, your shirt and jacket clung to your skin like a second skin. Your hands were scraped, and there was a bruise beginning to bloom on your temple.
"What the hell happened to you?" Rivaille hissed, seizing your arm and bringing it up to his face to inspect the blood running down your wrists from the lacerations on the heel of your palms.
"I banged into a tree." You muttered, feeling a little ashamed of yourself now. Yet, despite the current situation, you found yourself smiling with amusement at Rivaille's annoyance. "We were training out in the forest and my gear malfunctioned and it was raining and-EEEEHH!!"
You squealed indignantly as you were roughly thrown over a bony shoulder, scrambling for balance as Rivaille began to walk forward, kicking open the office door and striding briskly down the corridor.
You knew exactly where you were hea
AtC: Like Father Like Son"No, you're doing it wrong."More Like This
"What was that?"
You watched with amusement, leaning on the doorway to the kitchen, arms crossed. Rivaille was bent over the counter, inspecting a smudge on the wooden countertop, as your son, Pierre, looked up at his father. He stood on his toes, just able to peek over the counter top.
Rivaille gave a cautious scrub with a cloth at the stain, only for it to stubbornly persist, earning a curse upon his part.
Pierre, upon hearing the words his father spoke, echoed him in a voice that was so similar it shocked you.
Rivaille's eyes slid over to his son, who only looked up at him with the same blank expression as his father.
"Oi, what was that, brat?"
"Tch. I'm no Brat." Pierre responded with a slight whine to his voice.
Rivaille grumbled something about annoying children before turning back to the spot on the countertop.
You chuckled, earning you a glance from both father and son.
"What is it
AtC: OverprotectiveThe familiar squeak of the hinge as you pushed open Rivaille's door made you smile as you entered, watching as your husband looked up from the window he was standing at. He glanced at you for a moment without greeting before turning back to whatever has captured his interest down in the courtyard below.More Like This
A playful smile danced on your lips as you strode over to where your husband stood, hands folded behind his back.
"I brought you lunch." You declared, setting a small basket of groceries down on the surface of his desk. Rivaille did not look up. You paused for a moment, observing him.
His brow was furrowed in an expression of frustration or mild anger, you weren't sure. His mouth was a taut line, his eyes half lidded as he stared down at the courtyard.
"What are you looking at?" You asked, though you already knew. You wandered over to the window, placing a small peck on Rivaille's cheek before gazing down into the courtyard.
A young lady, with dark feathery