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Her Highness (LatviaXPrincess!Reader)He had never seen anyone that lovely, not ever. Not that he could recall of course, but even if he'd attempted to search through his hazy mind, the boy was certain he wouldn't stumble onto a creature as flawless as she was right then. Everything seemed so.. perfect, so heavenly. It nearly burned his eyes, nearly made him cry.Pure white.From the dress she wore, flowing carelessly in the wind, threatening to show a lucky observer a patch of skin or a daring glimpse of the beauty that lay underneath, yet it never did. The way that same wind tossed about her hair, flowing so easily under the wings of that breeze, glinting off of the sun's rays as they looked on from above, like little specks of gold that adorned her. Even the steed she rode, its coat just as pure as everything else she'd touched, only made her seem more unreachable, out of his grasp, no matter how much he would attempt.So there he was left, kneeling among the rows of people, the sea of subjects that now bowed to t
Romano x Reader, Devil's Dance: Italian Tarantella“Beauty queen of only eighteenShe had some trouble with herselfHe was always there to help herShe always belonged to someone else” – She will be Loved, Maroon5 Lovino cursed out loud yet again when another bullet whizzed too close to where his head had been just a second ago.Damned be those fairies.Dragging [f/n] all the way here, even if the girl felt light on his arms, was taking its toll on his speed to react to the sudden attacks. If there was a word to describe those tree hugging creatures, Lovino would be forced to choose fast. He and his brother had been obligated to leave the car behind after they were a few miles away from the club. The vehicle had its tires hit by those hideous beings and it could no longer take them an inch further than what it already had.Again, there wasn’t a way to possibly wish more than he already had that the things that had being chasing them were hauled straight to hell. Now that was an interesting idea, a
Romano x Reader - Running Into YouYou were currently in the store shopping for groceries because you were having some friends over for dinner later in the evening. You had decided to make spaghetti since it was simple and tasted really good. You were currently holding your list of stuff to get. As you looked down at the paper in your hands and walked forward, you didn't notice that someone was walking right towards you.“Let's see, next I need- Oof!” You dropped your list as you smacked right into someone and fell on the floor, which caused them to fall as well.“Oi! Watch where you're-a going dumbass!” You looked up sheepishly and saw who it was you had bumped into. He had tan skin, hazel eyes, and dark brown hair with a gravity defying curl on the right side of his head. He was looking down, but you could still see the scowl on his face.“I-I'm so sorry sir! I should've been watching where I was going,” you laughed nervously.As soon as he heard
Canada x Reader - Sweater Weather “These hearts adoreEveryone the other beats hard for” - Sweater Weather, The NeighbourhoodShe was wearing shorts, while he had a sweater.It was an action out of pure habit, since summer in his home had a much milder approach than the scorching sun that insisted to greet him every morning for some hours of a true desert bare of sand (if the beaches were disregarded, something he often did, since it was a rare sight to see him trying his luck in the all too warm environment). Practically the living spirit of California. That day was an odd one, since she had managed to drag him for a stroll at the shoreline. There was a chilly breeze blowing, dusk taking over the quiet place, tinting the ships and the surfers of a reddish coloration, making the golden figures become bronze living statues. The waves crashed in the same, yet different way against the sand. None of the sounds they produced were quite like the previous, but they were similar, creating a symphony that o
Canada x Reader - Merry Christmas“A tree that smells of pine”Mathew watched as all the others celebrated the night in one way or another. He, on the other hand, was sitting on a forgotten chair, that everyone insisted to hang their coats on, no mattering how many times he got up and sat down again to put them elsewhere. Worse, the others thought that they had a poltergeist walking around, since no one remembered putting their clothes on that sofa. He sighed, just hoping it all ended soon.“A house that's filled with joy and laughter”“I finally found you.” A slightly tired voice said near him, and he nearly rolled his eyes. Lovers’ reencounter? What, now he had to watch a couple being lovey-dovey without even realizing he was there? That was enough, he had it. Canada got up, ready to leave the party.“The mistletoe says stand in line”“Wait!” The same person called, so he turned, surprised. “You’re not running away from
Hasty Confessions: England X ReaderCalloused fingers traced down her sides, evenly trimmed nails digging into her in an unsteady pattern. She wanted to run, her defenses going up as his hands surrounded her, pulling her by her hips back into his arms and against his strong frame. A shudder ran through her as his lips found her neck, dark promises whispering on his breath. Her eyes fluttered, she trying to keep (e/c) eyes from dilating and giving away her thoughts, along with her desire for those promises to be fulfilled. She bit her lip, her breathing becoming shallow as his thumb teased her hip, edging closer to a place he knew could make her fall to pieces. She growled slightly, the sound nearly silent and causing his lips to turn upward in the slightest of smirks. “Is there a problem?” She could hear the playful tease on his voice, and it was impossible to not picture the glint in his emerald eyes. Her own narrowed, a huff of frustration passing her partially open lips.“Arthur… They
Prussia x Reader - Frohe Weihnachten”So please just fall in love with me this Christmas”Prussia was having too much fun that day.“Kesesesesese… Frau sure is busy.” He commented while munching a cookie she had just taken out of the oven. It burned his tongue a little because it was too hot, but it tasted so amazing that he just kept eating, smaller and more careful bits this time. He was enjoying himself while watching [f/n] run around the house, desperate to make everything perfect for that evening. He always thought that the way she’d freak out over such small matters was adorable.[f/n] looked exasperatedly to him.“They’ll be here at any minute and you’re just lazing off! Could you please help me?” She finally noticed what he was doing, frowning. “And stop eating the cookies that I’ll hang on the Christmas tree!” “There's nothing else that you will need this Christmas”He showed her his tongue, red and a little