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2p!America X Reader X 2p!Canada: Part 4You came home late. Your mother expressed some worry, but not a whole lot.
What bothered you was the whispers you heard while you where out causing trouble. The words that kept coming up was, 'The demon twins.' You smirked when you think of Al and Matt being called that. But the biggest problem you had was Matt and Al's proposition, their words and smirks on their faces still going through your head:
You should come live with us.
I lay on my bed while Matt slept in his across drifting off into fantasies of taking _____ innocence. I started smirking after a while. She was the only innocent girl I even bothered thinking about, she was an innocent girl with an attitude.
"Thinking of _____?" Matt asked making me jump.
"So you where huh?" Matt smirked. "Me too."
"What do we do now?" I asked.
"The three options for tonight are one, we bother dad. Two, we stalk _____. Three, we wreck havoc throughout town."
"All of them."
"I like y
2p!America X Reader X 2p!Canada: part 2You squeaked out of the arms of your captures.
"A-are you two Al and Matt?" You asked. Your two saviors weren't what you thought.
"That's us. nice to make your acquaintance miss. d-cup." The Brunette with reddish eyes and sunglasses in his hair answered.
"Please don't call me that. my name is _____."
"We like miss. d-cup better." the blond with wavy hair pulled back into a ponytail and dark purple eyes with similar sunglasses in his hair.
You could feel your blood begin to boil. In all your life of enduring bullying, you've never had to deal with sexual harassment.
"Looks like miss. d-cup is getting angry. I think we should stop." The brunette said
"Really?" You asked. Glad that that at least one of them had sense.
"Yeah. I mean if we aim to make you our girlfriend." The brunette answered.
"You're hot. And nice. Who wouldn't want you?"
"And smart! Now leave me alone!" You rushed off trying to keep the two perverts from seeing your blush.
"Hold it right there!" The brunette said as he g
Neko!Romano x Reader: Fedora of Fate (Request!)
You sat at the bar eagerly waiting for the mysterious man that you've been eyeing for awhile. You didn't know what made you so attracted to him. Granted he was handsome, but there was something to him. Although you could say his attitude was a tad... Sour. Yet you sought after him, hoping not in a weird stalker way..
You really liked this man. You didn't know his name... What is this hunks name? You must know.
How did it ever come to this? Never really being interested in such a man before made you wonder. Then it hit you. Oh yes, now you remember.. It all started with your friend begging you to go out to this bar with her.
"You should come to this bar with me ___________." your friend gasped out excitedly.
You look up from your paperwork raising a eyebrow at your friend. "You know I don't drink (Friend name)" she pouted "I don't either, but I heard good things about this bar." she explained. A soft chuckle escaped you lips from disbelief. "What, hearing about how "swell" it must
2p!America X Reader X 2p!Canada: part 1You sighed.
A new house means a new school. And you moved all the way across the country. It won't take long before your classified as the nerd again. what made it worse was that all your true friends are across the country. And starting anew didn't sound all that appetizing, since it took you six years of elementary school too finally find a true friend in middle school. At least there was this cool thing called the internet to keep you and your friends in touch.
Walking into your new school you noticed a few people watching you. Mo
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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