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Dark!Country!Reader X Pirate!England [Part 2]
You stared right back at that arrogant smile England always wore with your own blank expression, not uttering a single word. Around you was nothing but dead silence.
A few minutes passed.
Your crew shifted uncomfortably behind you, more than a few cautiously stepping away from where you stood. England's smile slowly began working its way into a frown, the only noise coming from the rustling of the wind and the Captain's clothes as your Prince struggled feebly in his grasp.
Yet a few more minutes ticked by.
The British Captain began to get impatient, grabbing the Prince by the hair and pulling out a knife, its wicked little edge gleaming against the boy's neck. "Well?" he demanded.
In a flash you unsheathed your sword, your expression hardening as your (e/c) eyes took on a merciless gleam. Everyone jumped at your sudden actions, staring at you in confusion as you walked without hesitation towards England and his prisoner. "Send a messenger out to our dear beloved Emperor to infor
Jeff the Killer x Reader
~Jeff's Point of View~
"I have a job for you" Slender spoke up from where he sat at his desk, shuffling and organizing the numerous papers spread over it. He turned his blank face towards Jeff as the boy stepped inside his makeshift office, his voice a deep rumble emanating from his general area despite his lack of a mouth. The infamous killer simply gave him a bored look, leaning against the wall as he spoke. "Yeah? What is it?" he asked, crossing his arms. Slender ignored his obvious un-interest, shrugging and continuing regardless, "Go and ask Smile Dog, I'm sure he'll tell you more about it" was all he said before going back to his paperwork. Jeff stood there a moment longer before scoffing and leaving again, "vague bastard" he muttered under his breath, making his way outside, hoping the grinning husky wouldn't be off somewhere in the woods. He stomped down the stairs, winding his way through the numerous rooms of the Creepypasta "house" and dodging the variou
Dark!Country!Reader X Pirate!England [Part 3]
You sat watching the chaos you and your crew had induced with a small, wicked smile. From your spot outside the massive city you could see practically everything, from the surging flames and billowing smoke to the blots of guards and civilians flooding the streets in total delirium. It was rather amusing, actually, how quickly things could fall apart with the slightest nudge in the right direction.
You were sure many would call it overkill, but if there was one thing you were it was thorough. And inviting a full-force confrontation with England? That was definitively something you would go all out with.
Currently you were relaxing in a field with enough elevation that it gave you a gorgeous view of the ravaged city, your viewpoint a fair distance from any danger that the conflict might have brought you and your crew, whom of which were currently checking weapons and a few filched 'supplies' just a little ways behind you. You weren't planning on staying long, after all England's soldier
Dark!Country!Reader X Pirate!England [Part 6]
"You do know you're never going to get anything out of me, right?"
You watched England as he paced back and forth in front of your cell, muttering to himself every so often under his breath before pausing, asking another question, getting distracted, getting frustrated, then doing it all over again. You had been messing with him for hours, using a countless number of tactics to easily distract him and lead him away from his original question- all the while you lay comfortably on your side, arm propped up and head resting on your open palm, looking perfectly content despite the filth of the prison around you. 'At least in English prisons they feed you even if you just led a march of death and destruction across their lands...' you mused, wondering for a brief moment why they hadn't so much as tortured you yet. Surely they didn't think that putting you in some damp, dirty little cell would actually do anything?
"Honestly England, do you intend to bore me to death? If
Dark!Romano X Maid!Reader [Final]
The edge of your skirt ruffled slightly as you bent over on one side to peek around the corner, glancing around before cautiously making your way down the hall. If you weren't trying to be as quiet as possible you probably would have let out a loud, exasperated groan. No matter where you went everything looked exactly the same, each room filled with similar furniture and the exact same layout. You had to have walked these same halls for two hours, at least. You were totally, completely, and undeniably lost.
'Am I just going in circles or something!? There's no way that the mansion could be this big! I feel as if I've been walking for hours already...' you thought, pausing to lean against the wall. There had to be some trick to it. Thinking back, it would make sense if this floor was designed to fool you and keep you trapped in its never ending twists and turns. The way you never saw anything different, how both Vargas brothers managed to catch you so quickly when y
Dark!Romano X Maid!Reader [Part 2]
“Run, run, run, bella~! I’m going to catch you!”
Your hair whipped into your face as you bolted down the hallway, clutching the ruins of your dress in a futile attempt to keep it together. Tears blurred your vision as you frantically fought to keep on your feet beneath you, stumbling over anything that lay in your path. You could hear Feliciano's cheerfully creepy voice singing the same word over and over again behind you.
Terror sent chills along your spine, slowly covering your entire body in goosebumps, the frigid air only aiding to chilling you further. How had this happened? One day you’re living as a simple maid for the Vargas estate, the next you’re some plaything for a pair of psycho brothers, playing a deadly game of hide-and-seek in their basement. Or at least what you presumed was their basement. You hadn’t really had much of a chance to look past the room you had
My Lullaby- Dark!Country!Reader X Pirate!England
You sat watching the stars on a hill overlooking one of your favorite cities, the vast, steady slopes of green around you making your spot completely isolated. It was as if you were in another world altogether; no matter how bright the lights of the city grew they still managed to resemble nothing more than fireflies dancing in a dark meadow, flickering and fading in and out of life as time passed by.
Time... That was one thing you had quite a lot of.
You, _(first name)(last name)_, were the human representation of a country called Draconia. You were both its guardian and leader- in a manner of speaking. Your country was ancient, or at least, its lore and roots were.
You liked to compare yourself to a tree. Your roots were ancient, reaching and twisting in so many ways that you might never be able to decipher them from one and another, but in whole you made up something that was both ancient and modern. After all, a country was more than just politics and titles. You were part of the v
Dark!Country!Reader X Pirate!England [Part 5]
"Draconia! What's the meaning of this!? I never received any declaration of war!"
England stood ragged and exhausted before you, his usually vivid green eyes dull with rage. He glared up at you from where he stood only a few yards away, his usually proud stature bent as he leaned forward and tried to catch his breath, obviously worn out from your assault. You watched him in amusement, hearing the faint laughter of your men behind you. A viscous smirk danced across your lips, his words leaving you chuckling as you walked slowly towards him "Declaration of war? Tch. You're such a fool, England." you replied mockingly.
England narrowed his eyes as you neared, growling and lunging forward, attempting to land a blow on your side with his sword. He lashed out, whipping his sword through the air- only to find himself being roughly pushed back, your boot digging harshly into his stomach as you knocked him down and pinned him to the ground.
"Idiot. Why the hell would anyone
Naw, I'm just kidding. You don't have to bow, just kneel. :iconumadbroplz:
Ah, um. *cough* Well then, moving on... I'm hoping to finish a few of my ongoing series this follow week or two so expect that to happen, however I do have quite a few ideas and already started projects coming up for those of you with waaaaay too much free time and boredom. I'll be spending these next few weeks working on and finishing up my Dark!Romano x Maid!Reader and Dark!Country!Reader x Pirate!England fanfictions, but others might be scattered in there. Who knows? Its me, it'll be random as @%&$ either way.
Advanced notice! I will be travelling for about three weeks or so starting July 13th and have absolutely no way
Creepy Baby Problems (JeffTheKillerxReader) Part 9"Mirrors please!" You tried to sympathize with the immortal being once more. "Let me out!"
"Never!" She snarled. "Now you're stuck here with me!"
"You don't honestly expect me to raise a child here, do you?" You spat, hands on your hips. You had it up to here with the girl. If you weren't pregnant, you were sure that you would've punched her by now. But you needed to remain calm. If you got stressed out, it would be bad for the baby immortal or not.
She shrugged. "Not my fault you got knocked up."
You paced around what appeared to be the forest but a backwards version of it. If you walked carefully, then perhaps you could make it back to the house! You snapped your fingers when you came up with the idea and started to speed-walk towards it. At this stage in your pregnancy, you couldn't run any more. Mirrors followed you close by, curiously. You were heading in the right direction of the house after all.
"Where do you think you're going?" She asked irritated that you had fou
Wolfsbane Final :wolf!PrussiaXreader: Wolfsbane: Final
Ludwig could not help but sigh as he watched Elizabeta and Vladimir argue for what was probably the fifth time today. The two mates were bristling and snarling, and not even in their wolf forms. It really was not much of a surprise, however—after all, their opposing natures were what had at last attracted the two of them together, and had made them realize they were one another's life mates.
As the bickering couple stormed off somewhere into the backyard of the dog rescue center, Ludwig turned his attention to the three remaining pack members, who were casually eating lunch on the porch. Lily was smiling like usual, and Vash was, of course, giving his sandwich a scowl—most likely saying something along the lines of, "It tastes like sandwich." Roderich on the other hand was watching the disappearing couple with a hopeless gaze, his eyes distant and distraught.
Ludwig couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he shook a few leaves of
Lonely: Police!ArthurXReader"Just come home safely, okay?"
______ asked. I looked towards my lovely wife of two years, and cracked a smile.
"I promise, love. I'll come home, safe and sound, just like I always do."
Before I turned to leave out the front door, I gave ______ a deep, and passionate kiss. And she gladly returned the favor. After a while, I grabbed my cap, and took my leave. I got into my car and drove to the office.
"-and then, this dude came up to me with a gun, only it was a fake gun, but I didn't know so I brought my gun out, scaring him to death! I mean, literally, he began shaking and crying and begging me not to shoot him. So I-"
"Alfred, can you please shut up!"
I sighed, rubbing my temple from the sheer headache pounding in my head. We were in the patrol car, on the side of the road, awaiting father instructions.
"But I'm not done with my sto-"
"6624. Come in 6624."
The radio blared. I picked up the radio before Alfred could lift his hand.
"This is 6624. What's going on?"
"We have a
.:You're Different:. Jeff the Killer x reader Pt12
You sighed and played with the knife in front of you. Jane was leaning up against the wall glaring at you in anger. It was becoming so awkward with silence and the fact Jane hasn't took her eyes of you since you sat down.
Sighing in anger you turned to face her."What?!" You snapped.
"Oh nothing, i'm just thinking of how i can chop your tail off with out Jeff finding out." She growled.
"Well good luck with that." You replied.
"I SMELL CAT!!!" Said a large red and black dog, running into the kitchen.
"Damn it, Smile Dog! What did i just tell you!?" Jeff yelled running after him and holding him back.
BEN walked in behind him smirking at you. You were about to ask him what his problem was but the large dog pulled away from Jeff and jumped on top of you.
"Nya!! Get off!!" You squealed, trying to push the large smiling dog off you.
Jane bursted into laughter while Jeff and BEN tried to pull Smile Dog off you.
"Smile OFF!!!" Jeff yelled in anger.
Smile Dog got off of you and hid under the tab
The Deadly Game of Cat and Mouse Ch.2WARNING! MENTIONING OF GORE AND CUSSING! (but we all know Romano)
Ch.2 The deadly game of Cat and Mouse. Mafia!Romano(x/vs) Mafia!Reader
“I refuse to believe this!” a older male cried out in fury at a young girl, glaring at the man. The room was dimly lit but yet held between twenty and forty men and only one girl. “I ‘am the one in the place to take the boss’s place and you want me to throw all that way for a little girl!” He grabbed the girl’s chin, tilting it up for her cold (e/c) eyes to meet his. “There are other uses for a female but not for a leader.” His voice turned husky and his little brown eyes glazed over with something sinful. Yet the 17 year old girl didn't flinch; only spat her saliva in his eye. The man pushed her away, rubbing his eye to rid of the DNA. She stumbled back but to distance herself from the raging man. “You little brat!” he screeched. He reached for his weapon at his hip. His lips smeared a
2P!Canada x 2P!Reader : In the woods
The sound of your metallic baseball bat being dragged behind you, was rather satisfactory. On your short distance to your house, the feeling of accomplishment was simply uplifting. A sly smirk spread across your face as you wiped your hand across your cheeks and nose. Painting your face with the red liquid; proving your dominance over your victim. However your balance was thrown off, causing you to stumble forward.
You quickly, however, regained your footing. Your baseball bat ticked upwards for a moment, before returning to the metallic hissing it offered as comfort. You looked upwards to the dark, crisp night. The stars had seated the stage above for the vacant and pure moon. Blocking your vision of the display, were the tufts of trees. You entered the familiar forest without hesitation. Knowing this is the quietest and less-populated route t
[REQUEST2] Masky x Reader - You seem nice [LEMON]The 'date' had gone perfectly well, and the two of you had stayed out much longer than you had intended. You at first rethought what
you were doing at first; it seemed pretty crazy. Not everyday does someone do something as stupid as give a random stranger they met
in the middle of nowhere their number and invite them out to lunch.
To be honest, you were very, very nervous. The guy looked like a damn model in your eyes; and you were just... you. But he came as he
promised he would, without the mask this time. And he even showed up on time! Unlike other guys you dated, who often showed up late.
He was very timid at first, but opened up eventually after he had gotten accustomed to you.
And here the two of you were, with the stars just beginning to twinkle in the frigid Autumn air. The two of you stood outside of your
apartment entrance, reviewing your day and how you thought of it.
"I thought it was very nice," He finished. "You als
PoisonTwelve... Into your food you delve.
Eleven... You bite into heaven.
Ten... You abandon your men.
Nine... You feel just fine.
Eight... Wait, you can't see straight.
Seven... You should have never gone past eleven.
Six... The clock tick, tick, ticks...
Five... You try to survive.
Four... Your body hits the floor.
Three... You can't see.
Two... Your breaths are few.
One... And now we're done.
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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