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Beloved Enemies- Assassin!F!Italy x Templar!Reader
‘We do not merely destroy our enemies; we change them.’- George Orwell
“[Name]? [Name], what are you doing?” a voice cried out within the twisted marble clad passageways. “Why are you doing this?”
You ignored the growing urge to run towards the owner of that voice, to comfort her, to promise everything was going to be alright and that you would never hurt her. She was one of them; one of the enemy. She needed to die and you were the instrument the order had chosen to carry out that execution. And you needed to obey the order above the pathetic longings of your heart.
Your boots clacked against the cold hard marble floor, a factor that would have disadvantaged you had this been a stealth mission. But she already knew you were here and the echoes of your steps would help to confuse her, to mask you. Your hand slid down to the sheath hanging on your belt and you pulled it out ever so slightly, ever so gently. You knew the all the passageways in h
Soldier!America x Soldier!Male!Reader-ONE SHOT- The sound of guns reloading and screams of terror filled your mind constantly. It was never ending. You wanted out. You needed out. But you couldn't run away. You'd be killed. But you'd go insane if this kept going. You needed out....
Your eyes shot open as you tried to sit up, only to hit your head forcefully on the metal bed post. You winced and tried to move your arm when something felt numb. You looked to your left to see your left arm completely gone. You panicked, looking around for, well, nothing really. Your arm perhaps?
"Calm down, soldier."
You spun your head towards the voice to see a man with bright blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. he had a funny cowlick that stuck straight up and looked like a crescent moon. You've seen him around. He was a higher rank than you. A much higher rank.
He sat next to you in a chair, "How ya feelin', bro?"
You swallowed roughly and replied hoarsly, "A bit numb."
finallyAbout time I had a fresh journal no?
I am glad to say the guy in the cockatiel incident has been reported several times to the local RSPCA by those ho had the photographic evidence to back up their claim his account has also been deactivated on DA so atleast he has been removed from this community.
though any of his 'friends' are still harassing people who reported him and claiming the event as false despite the photo evidence that many of you witnessed as well as myself.
but I guess that's how it goes.
I hope I never have to see something like that posted on the internet again, I am only disheartened that this ever happened in the first place.
But if any of his friends are harassing you for helping report him just block them as I feel at this point they will not quite and many of them seem to ignore the fact that this was a serious case of animal abuse.
Sweet Valentine [2P!England x Male!Child!Reader]Sweet Valentine
2P!England x Male!Child!Reader
February 14, the first of many nerve spiraling holidays of the New Year with many other's to follow it. Though many people consider this holiday to be a commercial waist of money, that does not stop couples from celebrating it with one another.
Holding the small pink folded piece of paper close to you're chest you tried to swallow the lump that had formed in your throat. Standing in front of Mr. Oliver Kirkland's front door you raised your trembling hand to knock on the door.
Having heard from Mr. Oliver's friends that he would be all alone this Valentine's Day you decided to take it upon yourself to make something for your wacky neighbor. Whom you found funny, but had been told on more than one occasion that you should not laugh at him because he's crazy.
Slowly you started moving your hand, knocking on the door lightly at first and then loudly. Hoping that Mr. Oliver would be here and answer the
Discovery [Japan x Male!Reader]“Hey Japan, is it alright if I play one of your video games?”
“Of course, [Name]-kun.”
-twenty minutes of foraging later-
“...Japan, why do you have a dating sim game for birds?”
[Name] furrowed his eyebrows as he rapidly clicked through the dialogue of the school’s doctor, turning his head slightly to look at the man next to him once they were out of his office. “...So, the school’s doctor is a creepy partridge that gives everybody diseases by just talking to him?”
“It is everybirdie, [Name]-kun. And yes, that is correct.”
.:9/11:. [America x Male!Reader]
It couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t be real. But it was happening. It was real. You watched through wide, clouded [e/c] eyes as people of all different races and ethnic groups ran for the nearest exits, some of them just barely touching one of the doors when a large piece of debris fell over their heads, effectively crushing them to death.
As you watched all of this play out before you, the entirety of your small frame was shaking with fear, your heart pounding against your chest like the wings of a hummingbird. Screams of fear and outrage echoed into your ears as people pushed you aside in a desperate attempt to save not only their lives, but the lives of the people they loved and held dear to them.
You knew you should move, should be trying to escape from the collapsing building like everybody else was, but you couldn’t for the life of you make your feet take a step forward. It was as if your feet were glued to the place on which you stood, to the place you knew w
Germany x Male!Reader x PrussiaNeko!GermanyxMale!Inu!ReaderxNeko!Prussia
Too long a name~!
Ludwig sits against a tree as he waits for his brother to get back. Both him and his brother are half-nekos. It's late winter and Gilbert is currently looking for food for the two of them. The two brothers are homeless and don't have warm enough clothes for the cold weather that's been coming.
Ludwig shivers in his spot as the coldness numbs his arms and legs through his thin clothing. There's a shuffling nearby but he doesn't pay attention to it. It's probably a human walking by. Something weighs down on his shoulders, blocking out most of the cold. He looks over to see a boy about his age sitting next to him. He's removed his coat and is now only in his scarf and hat along with a hoodie keeping the cold away. The boy pulls out a bag and from it takes out a sandwich, handing it to Ludwig. He brings out an apple for himself and bites into it, smiling at Ludwig's confused face.
"I'm _________," you introduce yourself happi
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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