Hetalia x Reader - Devil's Dance, FreestyleMore Like This
“Who will love you?
Who will fight?
And who will fall far behind?
C’mon skinny love!” – Skinny Love, Birdy
None of them spoke much at first.
Gilbert simply stood there, waiting for her, something that he always did, if he stopped to consider it for a moment. The smell of her perfume, something he had spent hours to no end trying to expel from his lungs and imagination, spiraled down his nostrils and throat, haunting his perception and memories on its way down. The man closed his hands into fists, his nails digging into his flesh their path back to reality.
But wrath never took too much time to boil, nor any of them was particularly patient.
“Look what she has done to you!” She screamed, pushing him in her anger with her small and pale hands, the same hands he had held so dearly before. It made the German stumbles backwards, since he no longer had any reference of his surroundings. His back met the wall painfully, stopping his fall at the same
PirateEnglandXReader- Captain Arthur Kirkland 7More Like This
(Name) opened her eyes to see someone's face. She squinted, the face focused.
"You're awake" Arthur gave a sigh trying not tho show the relief on his face. (Name) blinked, sitting up. The sky was light blue with fluffy white clouds and the water was calm. Not how she remembered it.
"The sea had quietened down" Arthur stated the obvious.
"Well nooo" (Name) said sarcastically. "How... long..."
"It's...around 6 am right now so about 8 hours" he paused "Where are we going?"
(Name) shrugged "Out of the sea" she grumbled "And onto land"
(Name) tried to ignore the person sitting next to her, his hands behind his head, leaning on the side of the boat. He examined her for a moment before turning to look out at the sea.
“So” he said finally “what made you...help little old me love?
PirateEnglandXReader- Captain Arthur Kirkland 6More Like This
"Austin Kirkdad" (Name) agreed "Person who nobody cares about" she smiled. Arthur stared forward a grim expression on his face.
"You are extremely rude (Name)" he said. They were walking towards the coast where the ship was.
"And you have a fake accent but I don't complain" (Name) said in a posh English accent. Arthur scowled at her.
He walked to the edge of the hill his eyes skimming over the sea for a ship- then he froze.
"dammit" he cursed. (Name) tried to look at what had made this pirate freeze. She blinked at the scene.
There were hundreds of soldiers marching on the coast- as if waiting for a pirate's return.
Before (Name) could run onto the beach screaming with happiness at the thought of her freedom and Alfred Kirklad's misery, the pirate grabbed both her wrists pulling them behind her back.
"No funny bu
Soldier! Germany x Crossdressed! Reader - DreamingMore Like This
Hear my plea
Help me not to make a
Fool of me” – Honor to Us All, Mulan
It was a nice dream.
She didn’t remember the exact reason why she was in such a state, but she felt like she was freezing, soaked to her very bones, shivering uncontrollably and with a severe lack of air on the right places. Her head was light, weightless even, her ears seemed to be filled with nothing but an annoying buzz, ringing inside her eardrums and brain, with her members as heavy as lead.
But she cared for any of those?
No, not really.
Because her dream, even if she looked like a drowned cat in it (She was assuming that part, but it wouldn’t surprise her if her subconscious was cruel enough to make some algae be tangled with her hair and making her smell like a river creature on her oneiric adventures. Or worse, like a fish.), had a very, very, interesting factor.
What could that be?
Well, General Beilschmidt was kissing her.
Yes, lips glued, heart raci
TMNT-Sakura TreeThe floor boards creaked underneath Raphael's feet as he ascended the stairs to the second floor. He sighed, feeling soreness in his muscles and exhaustion in his bones.More Like This
It had been a long day and he just wanted to pass out in his bed and sleep for a couple of years. That'd be great. Instead, he made his way up wooden, creaky stairs to the second floor of Donatello and April's house to where a small voice was urgently calling his name.
Raphael walked down the hall and entered a room with a white door. He was met with a room created by pastel yellow walls and a large circular carpet on the floor. His eyes naturally went to the small bed in the farthest corner of the room where a petite figure was sitting up.
"What's up, Maggie? Everything okay?"
Raphael's niece looked at him with wide, deer in the headlights eyes. He could see the terror behind her expression and didn't have to ask to know that she had had another nightmare.
The mutant sighed and walked over to the little girl. His niec