MotS: A Family is Made Chapter 3
He avoided Sans after that, only coming near him to give him some food so his magic didn't run out. The blue-eyed skeleton wished he had known how Error had felt about him, then maybe none of this would've happened. Now his friend hated him and he was carrying their child. He was afraid. Of what, he didn't know, but he was. Sans lay on the floor of the anti-void, looking at the small soul growing in his "womb".
Error had given him the copied information from the Underborn AU to look over, saying that he didn't need it anyway but figured he could use it instead. He was grateful for that, as the information helped him to figure out how long the pregnancy would last and was able to count down the days until the soul would be born. The barrier had grown quite a bit, but the soul had barely grown at all and that worried him a little. Was he doing something wrong? Was he not eating the proper food needed to make it grow? He did need to eat constantly, as most of his magic was put into the ba
MotS: What If...? (Read description)
(WARNING: MAJOR DEATH AND FEELS AHEAD!!!!!!)
Error lay on the ground while staring up at the stars of Outertale that shined above him. That had been too close for comfort. He had barely had enough magic and strength to open a portal beneath him and fall through it to escape Ink, G, and Underswap!Papyrus while they had been busy talking. Of course, he had passed out immediately afterwards, but he had gotten away nonetheless. The black skeleton smirked at his accomplishment and pushed himself up into a sitting position, groaning as his joints popped. Suddenly, he heard the sound of crying and felt his soul tug in response to the sound.
He got to his feet and looked around as he tried to find the source of it. A few feet away, Error spotted a small bundle lying in the grass. As he walked over, he glanced around to see if there might be someone lying in wait like this was some kind of trap, but there was no one. Looking down at the bundle he saw that it was a tiny newborn skeleton and, wit
Crazy Japanese Laws ReaderXJapan ~Crack~You laughed insanely at all the problems you were causing the other country's. Infact you were having a blasts! But there was one country that you just couldn't get out of your head. Japan. He was so calm and peaceful...... The perfect target.
"Hey Japaaaan!"you called while flailing your arms wildly.
He gave you a blank look before bowing while saying hello.
"What brings you here [Name-chan]?"he asked.
You could've swore he sounded suspicious but ignored it one way or the other.
"Nothing~ But I wanna hang out with you for awhile, and get to know you better."you said smiling happily at him.
He blushed and looked away while nodding.
"Alright, but please behave since I will be having guests over."he said before turning around and walking away.
"Thank you!"you cheered while smirking at how easy it was going to be in messing up one of his laws.
When you finally made it to his house you happily sat under the comforter blanket thingy as you watch Japan making his way over to you.
"I must cal
2p!England x Reader: How Was Your Sleep?
2p!England x Reader: How was your sleep?
You were definately sure you had locked all the doors last night, you even took the precaution of bolting shut all your windows. But still he managed to break into your home, just like every other time. That man sure was a creep, a man by the name of Oliver Kirkland.
You were woken up by warm breath on your neck, it began to tickle so you forced your eyes open with a giggle. Your grin was immediately wiped off when you caught sight of who was in your bedroom. Oliver was sitting on the edge of your bed, leaning over you, a cheshire smile stretching his features. His sky blue eyes sparkled at you and his strawberry blond hair was in disarray, probably because of the traps you set up the night earlier.
"How did you manage to get in here?", you inquired as you sat up in bed, tugging your blanket closer to you in an attempt to tip him onto the floor.
"That is not of importance, love", he cooed, reaching over to cup your cheek.
His slender finge
You hated camping, you really did. The whole, "No civilization, no toilet and no warm house" thing didn't appeal to you. Nor did the whole "Copious amounts of bugs every where."
You weren't an outdoors person. But that didn't matter, your crazy family dragged you along anyway. To a crappy cabin in the middle of the woods. For Two months.
If you forced yourself to be optimistic, you would be glad that it was a house instead of a tent. You might have been happy that there was a bathroom. But you weren't, so you didn't.
"Awww, if you feel so grouchy, why don't you go for a walk?" Your mother piped up, opening one of the boxes that held kitchen items. You looked out the kitchen window, it was dusk, slowly going dark. What a wonderful idea.
Deciding to punish your parents, you left through the back door. All you had to do was become "Lost" for an hour or so, then saunter back home. That would teach them and freak th
[2P!Canada x Pregnant!Reader] Small Bump2P!Canada x Pregnant!Reader
Small Bump - Ed Sheeran
You're just a small bump unborn,
in four months you're brought to life,
You might be left with my hair,
but you'll have your mother's eyes,
The morning light that peeked through the curtain gaps of our bedroom forecasted that today was going to be a nice day. It didn't make it any less annoying, however, as it basically roasted my eyeballs. Grunting lowly snuggled my face further into my beloved's hair, closing my eyes once again. It was too late though, once I wake up in the morning it's futile trying to get back to sleep.
Deciding the bed was too comfortable to leave just yet I wrapped my arms around my wife, and her growing tummy. Over four months pregnant already. I can tell the squirt is gonna be just like its mama. Smiling at the thought of a healthy baby, I once again began imagining what our child would look like. Would they have my strawberry blond hair or [name]'s [h/c] locks? It would be rare for them to have my purple eyes
Which: 2p!America x Reader x 2p!CanadaWhich is Better:
2p!America x Reader x 2p!Canada
(Swearing, small fighting. I used my favorite sport. Sorry if you don't like it. I do not own Hetalia or 2p! version)
"You wanna say that again motherfucker!?"
"Then you fucking take it back you little bitch!"
You huff and glare lazily at the two fighting nations. Matt currently had Al in a head lock after they were orginally wrestling on the floor of the large living room. Al's shades were tilted on his face showing his angry red eyes while Matt's were still perfectly on his face blocking out the surely menacing violet eyes he kept hidden. Your hand kept lingering to the hachet you keep at your waist. Their fighting was interuptting your favorite game, and you weren't going to have it. But then again, watching them fight was also entertaining. You shook your head and went back to watching your sports game. It was quite stupid how it all started really. This is what happened:
You, Al and Matt were sitting on the couch as we somehow were
no hamburger. no kiss. [america x reader]
“America it’s midnight stop pleading for a hamburger McDonalds probably doesn’t work right now!”
“Yes it does work, please.”
“No Alfred c’mon sleeeeeep…” you turned to face your boyfriend that wasn’t very cuddly this night because he wanted a hamburger. A damn freakin’ hamburger. You wrapped your arms around him and lid your head on his bare chest.
“C’mon Alfie time to sleeeeep…” you brought your head up and tried to kiss him on the lips but he turned his head away.
“No hamburger. No kiss.”
Part Anxieties - America x Chubby!ReaderParty Anxieties
Alfred was getting far too excited as he poured through his clothes for his best tux and you felt sick. Trust Arthur to have a ‘James Bond’ theme party where every guy would look neat and every woman would appear slutty! You felt really worried as you eyed the brilliant _____ coloured cocktail dress that you were wearing. You were not small and in your mind this dress made you look like a biscuit tin in a wig!
You hated fancy parties!
Shoes weren’t a problem you had a comfortable pair of raised slippers to wear – the only downside being that you couldn’t drive in them so your car was in the incapable hands of your boyfriend… who drove a Chevrolet like a Harley Davidson. It made your stomach even tighter to think of what he could do to your beautiful car. But now you looked at yourself in the mirror, you seriously wished that a random bolt of lightning would strike you down! All your focus was on how short the dress w
Romano x Reader x America - The Circus ***TRIGGER WARNING; THERE IS A RAPE SCENE***
“Mama, the West London Circus is in town! Can we go see it?” A little boy asked his mother.
“It’s in town already? Might as well,” The little boy’s mother replies.
Yes, the West London Circus is in town. It the greatest Circus show to ever reach London since the 1850’s. It was created by Romulus Vargas when he first came to London for a job. His goal was to entertain Princess Victoria of Saxe-Coburg-Saalfeld. Although Romulus died a few years ago, he let his grandson, Feliciano Vargas to manage the Circus. Feliciano was also the Ringleader for the whole circus. The Circus had lots of acts including Acrobats, beast tamers, Clowns, Jugglers, Trapeze artists, etc. But what Feliciano most prized were his swordswallowers. He had two, Alfred and Lovino.
Though, Alfred and Lovino never really got along. They always fought who was a be