(F/N) = First Name
(L/N) = Last Name
(Y/n) = Your name
(H/c) = Hair color
(B/n) = Bunny name (You have a stuffed bunny)
(Y/n) woke up from a light slumber. A second was spent questioning why she was awake, and then the jiggling of keys in the door was heard.
Father was home.
(Y/n) jumped out of bed, and pushed a chair against her bedroom door. Sometimes he came into her room…When he came home this late—her clock read two a.m. right now—he was angry. He had been drinking that gross stuff that makes him mean and angry—he called it a lot of different names, like beer or vodka. But it was all the same, it all turned him into a monster that hurt the three-year-old.
She was smart enough to realize when he smelled and came home late, she was usually hurt.
But not always. Sometimes he wouldn’t come into her room, just head straight to bed. Or if he did come into her
Note: This story takes place during the Dutch Revolt.
His body pressed to yours, his hands roamed over your skin; his mouth was territorially placed to your throat and with each touch, a more intoxicating desire overwhelmed your entire being. “Netherlands…” You breathed out, just as he pushed you against the wall.
The storage room was nearly pitch-black, especially with its absence of windows. The air felt thick, musky, and a thin coat of sweat covered both your skin and his. You were both breathing heavily, hearts racing. He was burning with passion and you were drowning in greed, yearning for more and more of his tantalizing touch.
This shouldn’t be happening.
You knew this wasn’t meant to be.
And yet, you gripped his collar and tugged him closer to you, forci
"And now, we shall introduce you all to our very own valedictorian, the beautiful and smart [Surname], [Name] who came to this prestigious academy to represent her home country of [country]. Ms. [Surname], would you like to present the speech that you have written for this class?"
You smiled bashfully before warping your nervous feelings into those of confidence as you climbed the stairs leading to the stand. This was your time. Feeling the dreadful sensation of your nerves fraying, your cool [e/c] orbs
Netherlands x Reader
"Bella you look so beautiful today!" A Spanish accented voice chimed.
"Oh, Antonio, you're so sweet!" A blond Belgian responded, snuggling closer to her tanned boyfriend.
The Belgian's older brother, a tall, muscular Dutchman with olive green eyes groaned in response to the show of affection and scooted farther away from the two on the couch.
"Oh, come on, Tim, don't be like that!" His sister said, frowning.
"Oh, come on, Bella, don't be like that." He mocked, gesturing towards her and her boyfriend who was much too close to her for his liking.
The Belgian simply rolled her bright eyes and cuddled up closer to her Spanish boyfriend.
Tim shot his sister and the Spaniard another menacing glare before climbing to his feet and heading for the door. "I'm going out, zus." He announced before exiting their home.
"Wow, Chica, your hermano really doesn't like me,