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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
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 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
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 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
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
Male! Reader x Female! England : I will not.
Today is my wedding day.
I should be happy, thrilled even. But I feel nothing. No hatred, no joy, no grief. Nothing.
But as my bride walks down the red-carpeted asile, I feel an emotion.
Resentment because i do not love her. Resentment because I had no say in whom I was to marry. But mostly because she was the reason i was forced into this marriage. If she had only been male my, oh so dear, mother would have declined the proposal.
She reaches the alter, and out of the corner of my eye I see her give me a smile. I don't return it, but I take a few moments to study her features. Long blonde hair that has been tied up in an elagant knot, emerald eyes that sparkle, smooth pale skin, and a slender hour-glass fiqure. But no matter her beauty, I don't love her.
The priest gravely voice breaks my train of thought. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God to join together this Man and this Woman in holy Matrimony;"
He coughs,"Which is an honourab
~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
Fear (Demon!Male!BelarusXReader)You heard knocking at the door. You shook and shivered violently. You couldn't take it. Whimpering as hot tears fell down your face, you stayed silent hoping he would give up and go home.
"___, I know you're in there." He said calmly but loud enough for you to hear. Eyes wide, you whimpered more holding yourself in the corner. You couldn't face him, you didn't want to. Ever since you found out what he was.
You walked over to Nikolai's house waiting to snuggle with him and for him to keep all your fears away as he usually does. But as you came to his door that night, you heard a crash. Worried, you quickly found the key he gave you and opened the door calling his name. There was a crash, a groan, and heavy breathing. You grabbed then iron from the fireplace and ran in the direction only to see the man you loved standing over a bloody carcass. But something was different about him. He turned to look at you and you noticed his eyes were bright red and his mouth and hands were
Male!BelarusxReader: Necessities Part 1She was supposed to be home at six sharp; it was now ten after. Nikolai's calm expression belied the panic that was starting to build up inside his chest, and he paced the apartment, pausing occasionally to glance at the clock on the wall.
She was never late. At least, not without telling him first. She knew how much it made him worry when he didn't know where she was. She knew it tore him apart, led him to imagine all of the worst-case scenarios—accident, injury, kidnapping—which then led to a strange wrenching pain somewhere deep inside of him. He'd always been an anxious person, despite his aloof appearance. The first and only time she'd been late coming home, he'd had something close to a panic attack, and when she'd opened the door to see him huddled on the couch, clutching her pillow, she swore she wouldn't ever put him through that again.
She was understanding, after all. Anya hadn't been anywhere close to as understanding as she was. Anya hadn't understood that Niko
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
"___________...__________ 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
Mistletoe - Male!Belarus.
...in the Garden.
"Garden. Great, they leave me outside?" You sighed. Looking around, the whole garden was covered with field of flowers. Daisies, Roses, Carnations...But someone standing there stood out from all the flowers. In fact, that person was putting down sunflowers that were in his hands.
You couldn't see who that he or she was until you got a closer look. "Ni-Nikolai?" You called out. He turned around to face you, that blank stare still on his face. "Oh. (name). Nice seeing you here." He raised a hand and waved lazily, turning back to what he was doing. "Wh-What are you doing...?" You asked. "What does it look like?" He replied. "Uh...I don't know..." You replied.
He sighed and raised a hand, signalling you to come closer. You nodded, walking closer to the Silver Haired man. When you were next to him, he was creating a sunflower crown, using the other flowers to keep the chain in place. He glanced at you, blushing a little. "Hand me that flower." He said, pointing to th
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
Otaku!JapanxReader: Cute Cosplay (Request!)
Happily humming to the latest anime theme. You adjusted your cosplay wig making sure it won't easily slip. You giggle with glee as you stared at your cosplay outfit for your job. You worked for a cosplay cafe for major Otaku's as a waitress. You loved the attention. Talking about anime and manga to people. The cooing customer's that adored you as you waited them.
You didn't want to tell your boyfriend Kiku. Even though he was a hardcore otaku. You were too embarrassed to tell him or maybe he would be too ashamed of you for this risky job.
You sigh and open the curtain to the main lobby.
"__________! I need you to serve this Kawaii gentleman~!" A co-worker chirped acting her part. You smiled and skip to the male eyes closed acting Kawaii as possible. "Konichiwa~! How may I help you~!" You squealed.
A unnerving cough perked your ears. "_-_______?" A familiar voice stuttered in full blush.
You eyes fluttered open to see your blushing boyfriend. "K-Kiku!?" You squeaked just a shocked as he
Sudden Ask (Italy x Reader)
You were walking in the park, when you noticed Germany with his bubbly italian friend, Italy. You hide behind the tree upon seeing Italy. You have had a crush on him from the moment you met him. He was cute and cheery and you liked that.
Germany looks over and sees you hiding. "_______?" Ha says and walks over to you. Italy looks over and sees you and smiles, running over to you. "________!" Italy says and pulls you into a hug. You blush at this and Germany takes notice of this and smirks a bit.
"Italy, put _______ down. I need to ask something." Italy puts you down and lets go. Germany walks over to you and pulls you away from Italy and whispers in your ear. "You like Italy, dont you _______?" You blush deep red and Germany gets his answer. "Dont vorry, I vont tell."
Italy then runs over to you and Germany. "Ve ~ Germany! Can me and _______ talk alone for a while?" "Sure, Italy." Germany smirks at you a bit and smiles and wal
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.
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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