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Viking Trio X Reader ~My Vikings~
Your nimble fingers work quickly to pluck the feathers from and gut the large pheasant that is placed on the wooden counter in front of you. It doesn't take long for you to have the whole bird cleaned out and ready to be cooked, you have done this dozens of times before and you feel like you could do it with your eyes closed. Once the pheasant is on a spit over the fire, you turn to your next job, the four hares, one goose, and two turkey that still need to be prepared. Letting out an exasperated sigh, you pull the hares down from their place hanging from a rack suspended from the ceiling. Back to work.
Why are you doing all this? Well that's simple,your boys are coming home tonight, and you want to make sure they're well fed. Technically they're not your boys, you're not even related at all, and they are a few years older than you, but you feel they might as well be your brothers at times.
They had found you out in the middle of the forest near their home one day, severa
GermanyxReader: Life Is GoodGermanyxReader
You sighed as you looked up at the night sky, it was cold,your nose and cheeks were just as red as your dainty fingertips.
You looked back at the sidewalk, your car had broken down on your way to a friends house and you had been walking for almost two hours and had finally arrived in a small town.
You rubbed your arms, wearing only a lacey white tank top and black skinny jeans that were tucked into knee-high combat boots.
You walked past an alley way and soon heard foot steps behind you, quickening your pace you walked towards a bar,
but felt hands gripping your shoulders and hot breath on your neck before you could reach the door, a deep voice growled
against your ear "hey sexy, whacha doin' walkin' out here all alone?"
your (e/c) eyes widened but you tried to keep calm "let me g---!"
you were cut off as the man drags you back into the alley, you started to struggle and scream for help as he pins
you face-first against the brick wall of the
Torn Apart (China x sister!reader x Japan)
Your name is (f/n) Wang your the country of (c/n) Your China's younger sister. At a young age both of you were separated when you were taken by your other brother Japan, and now is the day you'll see him again. And you had to admit you were pretty nervous since that was centuries ago. Now your an adult you have curves all in the right places and your hair is longer it now reaches down to your waist. If you've changed this much has he?
Fixing your white belly shirt and caprice you continue to walk by hand in hand with an overprotective Japan to the meeting area it was surprising he held your hand since he has this rule of no physical contact; You were quite excited and nervous since this was your first time going out somewhere in a long time since your brother wouldn't let you go out for an unknown reason. So that was a pretty good reason to feel that way
You enter the meeting area and had many eyes on your form
"Germany-San, this i
Brothers!Pru + Ger x Reader x Nordics - Part 10Author's Note:
I am so sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am. I was fooling around on my QuoteV account, when I came across this series again. I was sceptical, wondering when the last time I updated was. It turns out, I haven't updated in a whole four months. I am so sorry. I feel so horrible for this. I never even realised. I had completely forgotten about this series. Believe me, I am so, so, so sorry.
- With love from Ryuu [RecklessAlbinoChibi]
~ A few weeks have passed ~
The Norwegian male idly crossed one of his slender legs over the other, a deep sigh rattling in his throat. He blinked, resting the side of his face upon his pale, left palm. Lukas' enchanting eyes gazed out of the window into the large garden that resided at the front of the Nordic household, staring out of the window at a particular little sight that had peeked his interest. He was alone in the living roo
AxisXWerewolf!Reader: Now What? Part 1 Carefully you stalked your way through the forest, your feet making soft crunching noises on the ground below you. Your (e/c) eyes scanned the area again before you lifted your nose and gave a sniff. Something smelled very good.... but what?
Unable to control your curiosity you followed the scent in the air forward. Almost tripping you wrapped your arms around a tree and froze listening to see if anything heard you. With a soft sigh you pushed yourself off the tree and straightened your shirt.
Normally you would not be roaming the forest in this form but recently there has been an increase of hunters... werewolf hunters. Being spotted wasn't an option.
Picking up on the scent again you set off at a quicker pace than before. Soon you found what you were looking for.
A campsite. So thats what smelled so good. The entire area was quiet, mostly dark. You could hear the faint sound of breathing from inside the few green tents that surrounded the remains of a fire th
IcelandxReader - Loss - Alternative EndingLoss
You fell down too your knees, blood dripping down your cheek and down to the already bloodstained battlefield. Your breath came out in short gasps, and your (e/c) eyes were wide, but filled with tears that rolled down your cheeks as you blinked, your vision set to the ground. You gritted your teeth and fell to the dirt, right at the feet of your enemy.
"Ah, ________. You do not seem so mighty and powerful now, da?" he smiled sadistically, staring down at your torn, battle-worn state.
You looked up at him with strained, narrowed eyes, trying your best to not pass out then and there. You couldn't die, not yet.
"I'm not done yet. I still have some strength left in me" you growled, trying to stand.
"You might, but I would rather see you die slowly, rather than to have your die right now. Makes sense if you think about it" he told you.
You were about to speak, but he cut you off before the words came out of your mouth.
"However, it vould give me sheer joy to see you scream in pain as y
CafeTalia X Reader - Iceland
Welcome to the land of contrasts and unpredictable weather, you told yourself as you ducked behind the crowd into a nice hidden street in the center of Reykjavik.
Days ago you had flown in, but had trouble finding places where they spoke your native tongue. As pleasant-sounding a language as Icelandic was, you could not—for the life of you—make heads or tails of the street or shopping signs.
The hotel you were currently stationed in had your belongings waiting patiently for you to come back. But... you were lost... in a city full of people who didn't speak your language... with no Icelandic to English/English to Icelandic dictionary in your armory: a.k.a....your jeans pockets. The book was back at the hotel. You had left trying to find a store that offered tour guides that spoke your language.
F.A.C.E x Reader: A Little Problem pt 5 (Final)
“I can’t believe I forgot.” You sat on the couch after calming down a bit. “I had this written on here for three weeks.”
“To be fair, poppet, a lot of stuff has happened and t just slipped from your mind.” Arthur told you rubbing your back.
“Maybe your brain got small too and it couldn’t hold that information.” Alfred told you. “Think is there anything else you forgot?”
“If she forgot it she wouldn’t know she forgot it, you twit.” Arthur looked at Alfred who thought about it.
You worried all night about this. Arthur still hadn’t come up with anything to reverse the spell. You didn’t get any sleep. You tossed and turned in your bed so much your sheets were all knotted up by the morning. You walked in the kitchen finding Francis in the making of what was going to be dinner.
“Good morning, ______.” He said turning to see you. “Get any sleep?” He sighed as you shook
F.A.C.E x Reader:Kirkland Family Reunion Pt 6(fin)
“Shit.” You said jumping up and rushing to the door but it wasn’t opening. You gasped as you looked up seeing a pair of red eyes looking in on you through the small window. The face you saw wasn’t a face you were familiar with. The man had what seemed to be brown spiked up hair and scruff on his chin. He took a drag off a cigarette and blew the smoke at the window. You stepped back looking at the man before another face looked at you through the window. This one was blond with brown eyes with a scare under his right eye. He wore a dark beret that was tilted to the side. Both faces looked at you as the one with the beret turned the hatch I the door tightly before looking at you again and walking away with the other man.
“I’m going to die in here.” You said to yourself as you went to the door banging on it. “CAN SOMEONE HEAR ME?! HELLO?!” you yelled as you already felt the coldness get to you as you coughed feeling you through dry fro
New Family MomentsNew Family Moments
Nordic x Child!Reader
"Daddy,can you smile?"
Asked a little 11-year-old you. He glared at you with his intimidating blue eyes before replying,"Why w'uld y'u w'nt me to sm'le?"he asked as he resumed to grooming Hanamatogo.
"Because I never see you smile! Even Lukas has smiled once,and Emil! I never saw you smile before."whined the (e/c) eyed girl. The Swedish man grunted,dropping the subject,he brought another one up that always made you give in.
"W'uld y'u l'ke to w'lk H'nam'togo w'th me?"he asked,picking up the fluffy,groomed,white dog. Your eyes sparkled and nodded eagerly,taking the dog and running outside.
Neither of you noticed the upper curve on his lips.
You stared wide-eyed at the at the red and white clothed blond man in front of you. He stared back,but with horror.
"Santa!"You cried happily,latching yourself onto him with a hug."Uhhh...Hohoho ,(Name)!"The man replied,hugging you back."But Mommy,why are you dressed li
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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