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The Shadow People: Russia x Daemon!Male!Reader
You hated him. Hated him from the centre of your very existence; hated his dismissal of everything you did for him, hated the pent up cruelty within him that found you its victim, hated that eternally present smile, mocking and scorning everything you were, like you weren't even capable of being a person. And, in the eyes of many, you weren't.
The entire story was never publicized, so you had to piece together every little rumour on the streets, every single piece of gossip and every obscure reference in long forgotten tomes. It hadn't been easy and sometimes you were forced to doubt the validity of what you had heard, but it was all you had
My Friend the Player- Prussia x Male!Reader
You 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
.: Male!Belarus x Vampire!Male!Reader:. CHP 1.A/N: Hello!~
Alright. This might turn out to be a bit weird.
LET'S DO THIS.
Also, this first chapter will be REALLY short, sorry! ;A;
Warning(s): There are none. c: Oh, wait, if you haven't picked up.. This is Male x Male. (I don't know why you wouldn't know that already. I mean, DAT TITLE. xD)
Having finished hunting for a meal to quench my blood thirst, I had returned to my home, a simple, castle-like building, not to large, not to small.
My fingers moved gracefully on the keys of my piano, playing a most beautiful song. Letting my muscles relax, my eyes closed, I was at total peace. A smile almost graced my lips-
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
RussiaxMale!Reader: When the Ice Melts.You sat silently, staring out the window into the darkness. You held your legs close to your chest as you watched the snow swirl from the ground as the cool wind blew. You hated the cold, truth be told. You hated this place; more specifically you hated Russia or Ivan Braginski. If only you had been stronger you wouldn't be in your current situation. You let out a deep sigh.
You were (Name), the Country of (Country name). Though you had been training for years, you and your army couldn't defeat Russia. You cursed yourself for your defeat and 'becoming one with Russia' as he would say.
You snapped back to reality, hearing the door open. You t
Male!ReaderXAmerica-Don't CryMale!ReaderXAmerica-Don't Cry
WARNING: This story contains BL(Boy Love), Love confessions, A bit(or a normal amount) of angst and an uke America.
"I love you, England. For a very long while now." You heard America say to England.
You stood hidden behind a tree, your eyes narrowing, teeth clenching and your hand's grip on the tree tightening. You knew what England was going to say next and you didn't want to see America's reaction to it. You wanted to stop it before it happened. But you just stood there. Watching it all go down.
"H-huh? D-Don't say things like that you git!" England said to him, trying to cover the blush that was appearing
PrussiaxMale!Reader Mein Kleiner VogelYou stand in front of your best friend since kindergarten and crush since last year, Gilbert Beilschmidt. Looking down at your feet you wait for him to react to the news.
"Y-You're moving?" he asks in disbelief. All you could manage is a short nod to confirm. "When?"
"Today," you manage to whisper out.
"Where?" he asks still asking one word questions.
"Canada (lets say you don't live there)," you tell him still staring at your shoes.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Gilbert asks. You look up at him to see his eyes filled with hurt and abandonedment.
"I didn't want you to leave me," you choke out a little louder than before. "I don't want you t
SweetDevil!AmericaxMale!Reader: A Devil's Love.
For the past six months you couldn't shake the feeling that someone was following you. Though, every time you turned around no one was there. You didn't think there was anything special about you; you were just an ordinary guy who lived an ordinary life. The thought was always on your mind that it was hindering your work.
You sighed heavily, rubbing your temples. Why did it have to bother you so much? You were getting frustrated with yourself. "Damnit."
"Hey, (Name), are you feeling alright?" your co-worker asked.
"Yeah I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
"You just seem so out of it lately. I thought something was bothering you."
You shook your h
I Love You Too [Romano x Male!Reader]I Love You Too
Romano x Male!Reader
Taking a deep breath you reached for your glass of iced water, relishing the taste of the liquid in your dry mouth. Enjoying the sensation as the liquid slid down your throat, quenching your thirst you set the glass to the side with a satisfying sigh. Sliding down into your chair even further, you tried to enjoy what little comfort your A/C was giving you. The eight year old cooling unit almost reaching the end of it's supposed life span, you couldn't help but feel lucky that it hadn't quit on you.
The sound of something sputtering to a stop could be heard, the the smell of smoke
Model!AmericaxMale!Model!Reader: Close Contact
You had seen the American man multiple times before; after all he was much more famous than you were as a model. However, this was the first time you had been requested to work with Alfred F. Jones. You had to admit that he was much more stunning in person. A smile crossed her face as you walked into the room where he was getting ready. You contemplated on what to say to him. You ran your hand through your (hair length & color). "Ahem."
Alfred looked up from the floor, a doughnut hanging from him his mouth. He reached his hand up and took it out of his mouth. He gave you a wide almost childish like grin. "Yo, dude."
You put your hand over y
Pirates: TurkeyXSpainXMale!Reader Pt.2 Suddenly ___ burst out in laughter and we stopped on the stairway entrance. He lightly pushed me towards his brother, "I can't take it! Keep the lady on your arm, Sadiq, it's just too much," he sighed.
"Are you sure?"
"I know very well that I can't stand women, even though it's just a man in disguise. Disgusting, really." With a calm air once more, ___ wiped a tear from his eye, "You're better off than I."
I have never felt so uncomfortable in my life! Two brothers take me as their slave, flirt, and rush me into women's clothing because I looked like one! Being treated like "a special young lady" only brought more torturous compliments. B
Empty Bottle- England x Male!Reader
He'd been drinking; you could tell. His words were slurred, his movement slow. The empty whiskey bottle was a giveaway too; the last few drops of golden liquid still lingering at the bottom, like the first raindrops before a storm. He looked up at you, those green eyes clouded over slightly, his bottom lip curling into a frown. You sighed; this was becoming almost predictable, that immediately after a case he'd drown himself in alcohol. You didn't know why he did it and, to be honest, part of you didn't really want to. But that didn't make it any easier to watch your partner, your brother, your friend, do this to himself. You slid a hand arou
Male!ReaderxRussia--AloneProblems, problems, problems, the world gives me nothing but problems!
My name is _______ _______, the personification of the island nation of (Country name). My home is located a ways off the coast of Latvia in the Baltic Sea. On a clear day, you can stand of the southern beaches of the island and see the coast of Gotland on the horizon. My nation may be small, but the people who call this place home, myself included, are a strong, sturdy people. We have to be; it hails bullets from September to November, it snows blankets from December to February, it rains buckets from March to May, and the sun blisters and burns from June to August. Yet,
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
Male!ReaderxCanada: Warm me up
You had just finished another grueling long day of work, even though you were quite tired, you actually wanted to go the nearest bar. It was the best way to forget about all of the day's worries; not that you were the type to dwell on the past for long. You inhaled in the cool night air as you walked, stuffing your hands into your pockets. Cold nights were always the worst to be alone on, just once you would have liked to have someone to cuddle up next to on the couch. But you weren't having much luck in that department.
Coming upon the closest bar, removed a hand from your pocket and opened the door. Your nose was hit with the strong sent o
The Skies Were Blue [Chapter 7]
You awoke back in your bunk, the first few streaks of light starting to make their way through the thin curtains. While you would normally be feeling exhausted, even at this time, but today there was a sense of joy building within you from the moment you opened your eyes. Not surprising, given the previous night's events. You could remember every moment; every moan, every gasp and every whimper vividly; like it was engraved into your mind like pictures on a length of film.
But, much as you'd have liked to stay in bed, fantasising about what had happened, you needed to get up and ready. You stretched, out of habit rather than anything else. T
The Sky was Blue [Chapter 5]
He went to the woods again the next night. He didn't notice you walking up to him, despite the loud crackle the drying leaves made as your feet pressed against them. His bright blue eyes were fixated on the dark sky above, blocking out everything happening around him. The breezes pulled at his hair, almost forming a halo around him, golden even when there was no sun. You knew instantly why he was here; the same reason you were.
Something inside of you softened; you could feel it. No longer denying, no longer lying. You knew you'd probably regret this in the long run, but for now it didn't matter; you would finally give into your instincts.
The Skies were Blue [Chapter 4]
You sat on the rough, straw stuffed mattress, across the room from the other men, trying desperately not to seem like you were acting oddly. While the forces had become a lot more accepting recently, you were almost certain that they'd go back to normal once the war was won. And there'd be only one outcome from your superiors finding out, and it wasn't going to be a pretty one.
Why did he have to do this to you? You weren't a 'nancy boy'; you couldn't be. Everything up until that moment had been fine; you had a girl back home, who you'd always thought you'd loved and besides, the possibility had never even crossed your mind. That damned Alfr
Ten Rules to Writing LemonsOk, given the amount of, quite honesty, terrible lemons I've come across on my journeys across the interwebs, I'm going to give all you lemon writers a few rules to consider when writing them. Feel free to ignore my advice; I am, after all, an amateur, but, really, even just taking in one of these will improve your lemons considerably.
Rule 1: Use metaphors and Euphemisms carefully
Trust me; some metaphor just make your work really, really unsexy. Be very, very careful when using them. A good way to tell if you've got a good one on your hands is to say it out loud; does it make you feel hot? Or does it just make you laugh? Some of the worst
The Skies were Blue [Chapter 3]
The Nissen hut was completely empty now; not even the recently aborted engines making a sound. The smell of fuel was still in the air, but it was less overpowering, less intoxicating than before. It wasn't a familiar experience but it still felt welcoming, giving you a chance to get away from your duties, even just for a minute. You loved your job really, but you couldn't give it absolutely everything; there still needed to be something left for you.
You could hear the footsteps behind you; hesitant, like the person was having second thoughts. You sighed heavily, not wanting your peace to be broken this easily and turned around. What you saw
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