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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Russia x Reader part two - the castle
I watch Ivan crumple to the ground, his violet eyes pleading me to rethink my choice. But I shake my head, and give him a reassuring smile. 'Run,'I mouth, 'I'll return to you soon.' He gets up and runs from the castle. I stare at his retreating form. I tear my eyes from the horizon and walk over to Arthur, paying special attention not to step on my parents deceased bodies. My head hangs in what seems to be surrender, (h/c) locks hiding my smirking face from view. He may have won the battle but I'll win this war.
On the ship back to England, where I'll be living until my wedding which will take place in America, I begin to plan my escape. I know I'll have to gain their trust enough that I can easily make it at least half way to Russia before they realize I'm gone. I'll also need an accomplice. Someone I can truly trust...well this may be a little tougher than I had thought. I also have to try to get to Russia before the marriage; I really don't want to marry a man I don't love.
_______ x Reader- memories part one
My eyelids begin to flutter open, slowly but steadily they open. Where am I? All I remember is falling through the human sized rabbit hole. I had been chasing the black rabbit that adorned a small white suit and watch. Sounds like a book I once read..... I think its name was Alice in Wonderland.
I search for other memories, but nothing comes to mind. Not even my name, age, or even my appearence. I prop myself up and take a moment to observe my souroundings. Tall flowers, ten feet high at least, border the cobblestone streets. The flowers are a stunning mix of deep rich colors and light airy colors. Small glistening dragon flies buzz around my head, all of them in unnatural colors. The land was beautiful and clear, yet it had a sad air to it.
I heave myself up to my feet and begin to clumsily stumble towards a murky pond covered in lily pads. Small mirrors lay on certain lily's. I stare into one, memorizing ever detail of the gentle face glowering back at me. I study my reflection even
~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: 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
Male!Belarus x Reader : ProtectiveYou opened the door quickly as the cold air blew your hair in your face and you clutched your coat a bit tighter.
"Cold?" a hand wraps around your shoulders, pulling you close. You blush, letting the door to the pub slam, and push away from the warm body.
"Stop, Russia. You know I don't like you." You sigh, taking off your coat, revealing a short dress underneath, and walking to a table.
"How's it going babe?" a slithery voice rides your way and you giggle, hugging the person next to you.
"Good! and you, Prussia?"
"Alvays the vomanizer, oder?" Doitsu sighs, talking to the bouncy and hyper Italy.
"Veeeee˜ of course!" Italy squees.
You separate yourself from a blushing Prussia, and sit down next to England, who was chugging a large pepsi.
"*hic* wheresthat gitanyway?" England stumbles out, sounding a bit drunken.
"Uhh, Prussia? What's wrong with Iggy?" You look over to Prussia, questioning.
Prussia just shrugs.
"*hic* bloodyhell I think I'll lookforem..." *SLAM* face pla
"___________...__________ are you even listening to me?" your friend/crush asked.
You nodded almost automatically. It was so hard to pay attention when he was looking at/talking to/or even being near you. It was so hard to not attack him with a hug because you had the biggest crush on him. Only problem was that he was completely oblivious. The only person he talked about was his sister. He even told you at one point when he was younger he wanted to marry his sister.
"Then what was I just saying?" he asked crossing his arms.
Franticly you searched your memory, "Ummm fall dance?"
Nikolai huffed, but nodded, "Are you going with anyone?"
You shook your head, "No no one has asked me yet so I'll probably just stay home and do what I do every year."
"Watch (favorite romantic movie) until you start crying?"
"Yeah," you sighed, "what about you?"
"I'm going with my sister and brother." He smiled, oh God he smiled again you lost track of what he was saying. "You should come with me
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
Norway's Little Fangirl (Norway x Reader)"Norge? NORGE has a FANGIRL?" There's a slight pause before the voice spontaneously combusts into hysterical cackling. The source of the ruckus is none other than Denmark.
Both you and Norway stare impatiently while the Dane deteriorates in his fit of obnoxious snickers. He'll stop soon, you hope.
"N-Norway, of all the Nordics? Seriously, girl, you have some WEIRD taste. Even his BROTHER I would understand, but geez. This immobile pile of fish and potatoes? Ahh " His laughter subsides momentarily.
"For your information, this 'pile of potatoes' has a lot more depth than you'd think," you growl.
"Trust me, ___, I've known him for hundreds of years, and he's nothing but-"
He continues his idle rant about the 'stony brick country'. You feel something, like a slight alteration in the airflow, and glance back at Norway. His face remains as rigid as ever, but you can tell he's definitely planning something. His gloved hand begins to glow a translucent turquoise and h
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
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Switzerland
You step up to the hat and pull out a small bar of premium chocolate. "Oh chocolate, I can eat this right?" subconsciously you licked lips.
"I suppose, it's not like it cost me that much." Switzerland stood up from where he was sitting and started for the closet.
"Be careful big brother, that closet's messy you could get hurt. I don't trust '____' either." Cautioned Liechtenstein. Switzerland just nodded in response and continued into the closet. You followed him in and America locked you both inside.
"So, I don't think a lot can be done in seven minutes. What do you suppose we do? I really couldn't care less." Switzerland leaned against a wall, arms crossed with a bored look on his face. His demeanor made it obvious that if anything was to take place in this short amount of time it was you that was going to make it happen. So, you decided to just blurt it out.
"Well, I'm pretty sure the point of being in here is to make out. So lets do that." It was apparen
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.
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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