My Friend the Player- Prussia x Male!ReaderYou sighed as you watched the familiar albino figure walk over to a crowd of women. You'd have thought he'd already learned his lesson; he just didn't know how to interact with people, especially to women. He'd been shot down more times than anybody you knew, but every time he just kept getting back up, wiping the slap marks from his face and walking over to another group. All those whacks on the head must have given him some brain damage; he was probably one of the densest people in the world. Not that that stopped him being attractive; boy was he attractive.You had no idea how long you'd been in love with the idiot. What you did know, on
Questionably Perfect- Police!China x Male!ReaderYou'd always wondered what it would be like to get shot. In a hypothetical way, at least. How it would feel to find yourself slumped up against a wall, surrounded by blood, and having to tear strips from your shirt to bind the wound. And how it would feel to drag yourself through the corridors, loosing hope with every second. You'd feel alone, hopeless, but somehow you'd manage to stop the villain just in time. And then it would all work out. The villain would be arrested, the crowd would cheer and you'd be able to claim a kiss from your attractive sidekick.As it turned out, being shot in real life hurt. It hurt like hell, like somebody had
I Used to Like your Crayons- Sealand x Male!Reader"I used to like your crayons."Peter looked back to you, confusion growing in his eyes, one very pronounced eyebrow raised. He always had a thing about his eyebrows; from the moments in childhood when he hid them under the shadow of his sailor caps to the complex rituals he'd developed in adolescence to pluck, wax and shave them. Many would say he was being overdramatic, irrational, unreasonable. But you understood; you understood perfectly.You didn't know how much of his identity he based on that of Arthur. Not in an act of emulation, but one of denial, of a deep, painful desire to be recognised, to want to appear different from the man w
If Walls could Speak- England x ReaderHello.I know that, even if this message does make it to you, it will seem very strange. You may not know who I am, where I am from or what my intentions are. But, I assure you, you have known me for much, much longer than you think. I saw everything you did when you lived under my roof and, ever so possibly, a little that you didn't. You might not understand why I'm telling this to you and, believe me, even I'm not sure. But I am. And I only hope that whatever my message intends to do, it manages to do so, whether that is to change the world, or just make you realise what you left behind. What you left behind with me.You were fresh out of
Friend like Me- Demon!Male!Reader x Male!UkraineYou entered the smoke filled room, gagging slightly from the smell. It was times like this you regretted having heightened senses; you absentmindedly wondered if you could get your sense of smell made more impervious, just a little. As you walked further and further into the room, the smoke became thicker, added to by numerous patrons, both seen and unseen. Jazz filled the air, the red couches and silk curtains adding to the feel of playboy luxury.It wasn't your choice of establishment; that was for certain. Had you had your way, this meeting would take place in one of the coffee houses surrounding the river; at this time of night they'd be