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Vampire Scotland x Slayer Reader request
I hunch over, hands on knees. My stake lays next to me, abandoned. Breaths come out in sharp larboard gasps. The vampire, Alistor Kirkland, sneers from above me. He crouches just out of my reach on a branch. "F-foul move Kirkland" I stutter, glowering at his milky face. "To bad for ye lass" he says, his tone is cruel. Hateful.
I guess he has reason to sound like he hates me. I am trying to murderer him. But for some reason, a cruel jester of fate, it strains my heart. He sends me one last heart wrenching sneer at me before disappearing into the dark night sky. Lost for another night.
This isn't going to look good on my permanent record. You see I, _______ (last name), am a slayer. Not just any type of slayer, either. I'm a high up official vampire slayer. But this one! He truly knows lots and lots of ways on how to slip right through a girls (or guys) fingers! This is my fifth failed attempt at trying to catch him.
If I fail again I may be put on restriction until they find it fitting
Russia x Reader- the escape part three
______'s point of view:
Months pass slowly, each day full of planning my escape. Sarah has aided me in my many attempts. We haven't succeed yet, but we've found new hidden hallways. The failures have been rewarded with sets of lashes;they lash us until the skin on our backs turn maroon; weeks of food restrictions, and many other things. Things to horrible to ever be mentioned.
"______." Arthur's voice rings through my dingy room. "Yes" I respond, my voice is feable and weak. I've learned to answer when spoken to. If I don't the results will be bad. Not really bad, just bad. "It's supper" Arthur states, as if I didn't already know. He no longer tries to keep me company, the only times he even communicates with me is for meals and supervised outings. Alfred wouldn't want his bride to be paper white.
Sarah leads me towards the main dining room. We're strapped down to dragon footed chairs with jade green lining. Plates piled with delectable foods are placed before us by faceless, bulky ser
2p America x Reader
______' s point of view:
Panting, I look behind myself. Maybe he hasn't caught up yet. Maybe I can still live. But no, life just has to be a bitch.
Alfred's red eyes glower at me from the opposite end of the corridor. A blood lust fills them, driving away any sanity he has left. "Thought ya' could escape me hun?" His voice is sickly sweet. Like this is a game. A sick, twisted game. I can feel the fear bubbling in me, rising like yeast.
He stalks closer to my frozen form, a psychotic smirk on his face. "Time for a little fun, ______~" Alfred purrs, pulling out his nail studded baseball bat. My teary (e/c) eyes widen in dread. So this is how I die. By my own lovers hand - well, baseball bat really -.
He finally reaches me, and I'm just about ready to faint. I shed a single tear, feeling it streak down my smooth face.
"Good night." With those two words Alfred begins to beat me with the bat, the nails tearing slivers of skin away. Blood gushes from the wounds, flowing onto the mahogany flo
Prussia x Reader- eternal love starts at the club
Her skin flashes in the bright light of the bustling club. (H/c) hair flows down her back in waves, and shining (e/c) eyes scan the room stopping on a snowy haired male. He smirks, ruby eyes making contact with hers. He strides towards her, his eyes still locked on her slim body. Lust and desire fill their eyes. Quiet murmurs pass between them. They dance passionately, graceful as swans.
An upbeat song begins playing, steps grow faster, graceful movements turn to grinds. Faces alight, the fires within their souls ignited. The grinds become more intimate, desperate and lustful.
He kisses her, tongue worming past her plump lips. Romance settling in her heart, desire in his. The song slows to a halt as he leads her to his car, an event that will change her life forevermore.
The bed groans under their combined pressure, thumping his alabaster walls. Moans and gasps fill the air, eyes half lidded in pleasure. She lets out a final moan; loud as a tigers mighty roar. His breathing slows, but
N.Italy x Reader for Unknowngal
Warning: mild swearing
I quitely hum to myself as I walk out of math class. It was my boyfriend,Antonio a.k.a Spain, and I's one year anaversity!I spot Toni,but my smile fades away and I feel like my heart's shattering. He was kissing (evil girls name)! He knows I hate her! That bastard is cheating on me! I stop walking,frozen in shock. "T-toni?!?"I half stutter half yell. Toni faces me like he's shocked that I'm here,then he starts to babble,"(Y/n)! It's not what it seems I swear! Lo siento,Lo siento!" My beautiful big (e/c) eyes widen in fury and hate,"You bastard! It's over!"I yell, then I storm off into the cold day outside.
Hetalia x Reader part one (rewrite)
I run aimlessly from the party, tears seeping out of my eyes. How could he do this to me? Say he'd never betray me, yet then just basically break my heart. And with my so-called 'Best Friend’. A strangled gasp escapes my lips, and I stumble up the marble steps into my (favorite color) mansion. ((Well... at least you're rich *shrugs*))
Wiping my blood shot eyes; I slowly climb up the staircase. The normally short walk feels like a million years in my despair. Finally, I reach my bedroom. Yawning, I decide to go to sleep. Maybe then I'll forget him....
I shakily change into my night clothing (black nightgown or baggy pajama bottoms and large tank top), my tears slowly slightly. I guess I can't cry forever.....
The shining sun wakes me up. I sit up, a sad smile on my lips. "What a odd dream, I know he would never leave me" I groggily smile. The smile slowly fades as I realize that it wasn't a dream. That asshole really left me.
I get out of bed, tears beginning to form again. "No. I
Soviet Russia x Rebel Leader Reader- Request
______'s Point of view:
"You disgust me" I spit at Ivan, my (e/c) eyes glaring disdainfully at him. "You would not have said that a few years ago" Ivan sighs sadly, as he finishes tying me up. I look to the hard cement ground, a small tear forming in my eye. I remember how he used to be; now I don't even know him. Ivan stands up," Good-bye _____, forever." The sadness is no longer evident in his voice; it has been replaced with coldness. "I loved you" I murmur. "Loved?" Ivan questions ferociously, his voice raising," If you had loved me you would not have joined the resistance. Risen to its highest rank: the Leader. If you had loved me you would have stayed with me, my посолнух." He turns away from me, a sorrowful look in his eye; a sorrowful look, and a look of pure hatred.
Hatred for himself for turning into such a horrible monster.
Natalia smugly struts into the room, a sharp butcher knife in hand. A sadistic smile is plastered on her
Hetalia x Reader part two
____'s point of view:
"....." I look around the woods, wondering where to run. A tall redwood attracts my attention. Grinning, I begin scaling it. And just in time too. As I reach a high branch, I hear Gilbert's overly arrogant voice ring through the woods. I freeze up as I listen to the others begin conversing below my tree.
"Vhere are joo Mädchen?"
"She must be here. Zhe tracks stop at zhe base of zis tree."
"Well the tracks are-a wrong, potato bastard."
"Ve~ Calm-a down fratello~"
"Well then, gentlemen -and Francis- , we should check the trees to see
where she most likely went."
"You black sheep! I am more a gentleman then zou shall ever be!"
The voices pause, and I hear the boys walk away from my tree. My tracks must not be too noticeable at the base of the redwood. Shifting into a more comfortable position, I slowly drift to sleep.
I wake up hours later, judging by the position of the sun it's probably about 7 o'clock in the afternoon. Yawning, I look down. Gilbert is texting
Tell me a lie- 2p! America x ReaderTell me a lie/ Tell me lies
"I love you."
She couldn't believe she had ever even believed him! With his gorgeous, flashed smiles, and his empty little compliments!
She collapsed into herself angrily onto her plaintive bed, unintentional, crushed sobs racking her body. She reached out for her tissue box, dabbing at the tears streaking down her face irritably.
There was no way in hell she would ever cry over him.
He lied to her.
He never loved her.
He would never be worth that heartbreak.
His kisses, his murmured 'I love you's,
they had all felt so real. So true. So valuable.
But of course they weren't. They never were. At least that's what he had said. Or at least what she had heard.
"We need to break up. You're just not the right person for me."
God, that asshole.
Toying with her emotions for months, then just doing that out of nowhere.
But, oh god, those first two months were pure heaven.
It just felt so true back then.
Male!Belarus x Reader: Just a Nuisance Chp. 1
You gazed upward at the large building. This was your new school, which was located in America. This school had a cross-cultural program, which drew in students from all over the world. You originated from England and you wanted to come here for a fresh start. Your superior grades got you in and away from all the idiots you hated from your previous school. You sighed walking in, heading for the councilers office to pick up your schedual.
"This place is huge," I thought to myself. I walked into the councilers office grabbing my schedual.
" Math, Room 109. Oh joy math first," I murmured sarcastically.
Down the hall I heard rushed footsteps and someone frantically shouting "Go away!"
Which you thought was odd, mainly because you were here so early. In less than seconds a beige-haired girl ran up to me, "Please help me hide!"
I took her by the hand a began running down the hall. Why did I help her? Probably due to the desperation that filled her eyes. We came across the janitors
Head Over Heels: MaleBelarusXReaderYou whimpered as Nikolai appeared. Your friend's strong, protective arms wrapped themselves around your neck. You felt tears tickle down your face as you realized that you were crying out in anguish. The pain of degradation was just too much. Someone had slipped you something at the bar. Before your mind became a complete blur, you called Nikolai out of fear. He had come immediately, apparently dropping a conversation with his brother Ivan to come and help you. Some things had tried to jump you but he had fought them all off. Their limp and groaning forms were lying all around the two of you.
"Nikolai, don't touch me " you begged.
Every touch felt like your very skin was afire. You didn't want him to know how much your muscles burned, or how much you felt like taking your own life just to end the suffering you were living through. You wanted to reach out and hold him tightly to you because of the fear that was running through your being. You were scared, terrified beyond wits. Som
Male! Belarus x Reader. Not His Type -part 2. Your captor is obviously Nikolai. Why else would he tell you to go outside right before you're drugged and unconsciencely dragged his house? Despite the situation you were in, you couldn't help but snort and smirk at the stupidity of your Belarussian friend.
The door to his bedroom was slightly open just a crack. You sat on his bed and debated whether to go out and just walk away from the house, or to wait for Nikolai.
Luckily, the choice was made for you. Nikolai opened the door and leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed and eyes level with yours in a glare. That was how he always looked, even if he didn't mean to glare.
You glared back at him, completely ignoring the remaining drowsiness from the drugs he put on that clothe that lead to your current state, "Why the hell did you drug me? I would've come without any of your persuasion tactics."
His eyes narrowed, "Why aren't you scre
Male! Belarus x Reader. Not His Type -part 1 You stuffed another handfull of calorie filled potato chips into your mouth, eyes glued to the screen that showed a couple in eachother's warm embrace. Laughing bitterly, you wiped threw the bag to the side and silently scolded yourself for eating your feelings.
On the radio a few days ago there was an article read about how romantic movies can make someone with a broken heart feel better. At that time, you were quite skeptical, but now as the couple cried in on eachother, practically yelling about how much their love consumes their shallow little hearts, you were actually feeling quite better, weirdly glad you were refused. If love was as annoying as that movie, then it'd be something you'd heartily avoid throughout life.
But maybe one exception could be made. Just one. His name is Nikolai, and he's in love with another girl. It's like your life is a stupid romantic movie with forbidden love and longing to b
Male Belarus x readerEven after many years, you still loved Nikolai. Even if it break you heart every time you see him chase after his sister Anja, you still loved him
and now he sit in your room and cried how Anja hate him. It was like as always when fleed for him.
,,She hate me, but why? I love her so much"" he cried. Yes it is weird that he love his sister, but since he was small everyone was scared of him. The first time you met him was at school, it was lunchtime and his platinum hair shined in the sun, he glared at everyone, so he sit alone one a table. You sat one the, where he sat and after some glares from him and he a speak how scary he is and after you said that you didn´t mind,your both became friends.
,,Nikolai, it would be better if you for a time being sto stalking Anja, than she will see you good side." you said, he glared at you.
He didn´t like it when you said those words, he was overprotective and you thought it is kinda a hobby for him stalking.
You sighed:,,I know
~Last Christmas~ *Male!Belarus X Reader*~Last Christmas~
*Male!Belarus X Reader*
'Drabble #4 of 'All I want for Christmas' series'
(Name) watched with big,curious (e/c) eyes as Nikolai,Dmitri and Ivan decorated the forest green Christmas tree with multicoloured and varied shaped decorations,from the simplest red spheres,to the most complex one such as Santas,glittery angels,plush teddy bears with delicate patterns and so on and so forth.
The quite large mansion in the heart of Russia was enveloped in a festive atmosphere as Christmas was soon to come.
Mistletoe was hanged at the crystal drop lamp,the small white breakable fruits contrasting with the green of the branch itself.
A petite chuckle escaped the female's lips,her eyes wandering to the white marble fireplace,where red and vivid green socks hanged,a snow globe tactically placed in between tall red candles kept in the silver broded support.
The sparks were playing,hitting the interior of the fireplace,the wood cracking with a jingle as it slowly turned i
Male!Belarus x Reader (drabble)Nikolai buried his face into (Name)'s pillow. He missed her warmth, her scent and, above all, her. He sigh, bringing the pillow closer to his body and inhaling. Her scent was still there making him crack a small smile.
'She's been away for a week now..' He thought closing his eyes. "(Name).. When are you coming home?" said female has been away on a business trip. Nikolai protested at first but gave in after the (h/c) gave him the pleading look, in other words, puppy dog eyes. He sigh again, feeling stupid for letting her go. He knew he would miss and yet, he still let her go. A knock interupted his sulking. Lifting his head from the pillow her glared at the door, only to have his eyes widen in shock.
"I'm home," (Name) stood at the door, a soft smile upon her lips. She looked exhausted but happy to be back. Nikolai bolted up from the bed and enveloped her in a hug, not too hard to block her airways but a gentle hug. (Name) hugged back, her hands grabbing at his shirt.
"I missed yo
Male!Belarus x Famous!ReaderAmulet-Voltaire: YAY! ANOTHER STORY FOR MY LOYAL FOLLOWERS! okay, enough hearts. I obviously do NOT own Hetalia, but I do own this plot/story, whatever you call it... I hope you enjoy (bows respectfully).
[f/n] - first name
[l/n] - last name
[h/c] - hair color
[e/c] - eye color
[f/d] - favorite drink
[f/o] - favorite outfit
[f/c] - favorite color
[f/f] - favorite flower
You sighed as you took a gulp of your [f/d]. You, [f/n] [l/n], aka, Pride, is the lead singer of the band Hell's Children. The band consists of you, Pride, the lead singer, a Canadian named Matthew Williams, Envy, as bass guitarist, an Austrian named Roderich Edelstein, Greed, at keyboard, a Russian named Ivan Braginski, Wrath, at drums, and a South Italian named Lovino Vargas, Sloth. You had two managers, a Frenchman named Francis Bonnefoy, everyone called him Lust, and an American, who happened to be Mattie's brother, named Alfred Jones, everyone called him Gluttony because he alway
Male!BelarusXReader: It kills me inside [Prologue]
This story doesn't contain 2 POV's, simply because it doesn't allow me to do so.
But, maybe 2 endings will be possible.
Also, this is just an introduction to the story. If you want to know what happens, comment on this deviation saying if you want or not to know the end.
Nadya is Fem!Russia.
Vladimir is Male!Belarus.
I was walking around the town with my best friend, Nadya. I know her since we were kids. She has 2 brothers; Ivan and Vladimir. I've fallen for Vladimir when we were younger, when he wasn't obsessed with his sister. I've already tried to stop this feeling, but I can't.
Sometimes, I think how things would be if I never met them. Of course I really valorize my friendship with Nadya, but if I had never met her, nothing would have happen. I'd be living my life without these problems.
After all, it hurts to know your beloved doesn't care about you. He never loved
Male Belarus x Reader- What was in that cup?
I stare at the silver vile in front if me. "What's in it?" I ask bluntly. "Water?" Nikolai hesitantly answers. "No its not" I plainly reply. "Then it's Vodka...?" He states, but it sounds more like a question to me. "I don't like Vodka" I frown, pushing the frayed chair out I get up. "Wait!" He clings desperately to my legs. My (e/c) eyes turn to the roof, taking their sweet time examining the cracks and crevices. "Tell me what's in it then" I bargain. "Fine," he sighs.
"..." he hesitates, "It's-" a knife flies past his head. A smirk forms on his thin lips. "I guess someone doesn't want you to know" he says, scampering away. I scrunch up my nose and glare at his retreating form. "I bet he planned that "I mutter angrily.
Rolling my eyes, I pry the knife from the wall. Engraved upon its handle are the words 'Я люблю цябе'(translates to I love you). A ditzy smile lights my faces, anger disappearing into the chilly air.
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