I - Trick and Treat [BTT x Reader]
Halloween was the one time you thought magick came to life. Sure, Christmas was portrayed as a magickal time, but you never seen something so mystifying as a trip through the graveyard on a full moon night, with candles on each grave and the wind whistling to the shaking tree branches. It was truly something to marvel at. This Halloween, you were proud to dress as a Victorian-style maiden with a long crimson dress that had each ruffle laced with back fringe and white perils. You had a bit of cleavage shown, but it was mostly covered by your traditional Rosary your great great grandmother passed down in the family. It was a heavy-set black with dark purple beads leading up to a soft velvet black collar. You had your _________ hair styled just how you liked it, and a touch of makeup and perfume under each ear and on your collarbone.
Your dress floated around you as your heels tapped so peacefully in tune with the crickets buzzing their song. You were taking the same path through the grav
I - My Name Is ... - Hetalia xReader
You were such an idiot. Walking around, late at night, with no protection whatsoever. It wasn't until you were thrown into an alleyway that you realized your mistake. "Some one help!" You trashed, screamed, and tried your damnest to escape. Arms and fingers held you down, while the smell of smoke and heavy alcohol confused your nose. Your eyes had been covered hastily by some clothe that you assumed was a tie. Fear and panic surged your senses, making your thrash even harder, your voice reaching out for a few seconds before someone covered your mouth.
I won't go into further detail, but you passed out from the traumatizing event.
Your hero in a smooth green uniform had beaten the three men that help you captive and looked down on your body, his stomach clutching at the sight. Your breath was wheezy, eyes open but unfocused. He knelt down, brushing your hair from your face. He couldn't just watch those guys do what they did without punishment. He sighed softly, turning towards the end o
My Sin Against God - America x Reader
My Dear, Lying Cold.
I Will Spend All my Life for You as I Swore on that Day.
My Sin Against God
Alfred was strolling the vast gardens of his friend's home, eyes scanning along the stone columns surrounding his porch. Today was a bright, warm afternoon. The young man who was engaged to be married wore pitch black upon his bride-to-be's request. His slacks, vest, shirt, shoes, everything. He actually favored the purity of white, which was traditional, but not demanded.
Above the country flew a winged beauty, each feather kissed by God and stitched together by fellow angels. In the sunlight, the white flashed the true glimpse into Heaven. This biblical creature was lost from her place, new to the world in this body. Her large, _______ eyes sparkled like the sunset on the ocean. An uncertain frown was tugged on her lips
A New Year Gift for ItalyGermany sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. He stared at the book Italy had gotten him in frustration. To have given him such a personal gift… The German bit his lip. And all he had done was bought him some pasta. Sure, Italy had seemed happy about that. But now Germany felt like he needed to give Italy something meaningful in return.
Time was running out. It was almost New Years, and if he was going to give him something, he would want it to be before the New Year.
He searched through his closet, trying to find some idea of what to give the Italian. Nothing seemed right. He was just about to give up, when something fell from the top shelf and smacked him on the head.
Scowling in pain, Germany picked up the worn push broom. “Vat is this supposed to be…?” He wondered out loud. He turned the item over in his hands carefully. Faint memories stirred in the back of his mind, but nothing substantial.
He thought he could recall the faint image of