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Don't leave me (Staz x Reader) Part 2.
I walked through my house towards the sound, ready for anything. I turn a corner and immediately jump backwards into a wall when someone suddenly slashes at me. The figure is hooded, and there are eleven more people behind him. In each of their hands is a small knife with runic carvings. The only blades known to kill reapers. I’m in trouble.
Just a cut won’t kill me, but it will severely damage me. If I’m stabbed in the heart or another major organ, then it’ll be game over.
The one in front charges at me and I skillfully evade, making him stab himself in the heart with the blade. He falls to the ground, his skin shriveling up. Reapers, figures they would come for me.
I don’t exactly have a good relationship with my family. If you could call them that. All reapers are related, sort of.
Another one charges forward, using his shadow abilities to pin me to the wall. I quickly counter by summoning my own shadow, causing him to miss my heart. The knife is still
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Someone to protect (Wolf x Reader) Pt.5 (Final)
Seven years. Seven fantastic and wonderful years. That is exactly how long I have been with Wolf. A lot happened in those years. Like the event that led to the situation I am currently in. It happened last month, and I have only recently found out. I’m not sure how I’ll tell him, and I’m a little scared of what his reaction will be. I know it’s stupid to be so nervous but this is big. This is a baby.
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It’s been three days, I’ve been planning out how I’m going to tell him. He’s probably annoyed with me because I’ve been avoiding him. I feel bad about doing that but now I’m ready to tell him. I’ve decided I’m going to give him a cake, that I decorated specially with undeniable details. I breathed deeply before walking into the living room where he was and set the covered cake box on the small table in front of him.
I watched him lean forward to look at the box. “What’s this?” “Ju
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What the newspaper brought them.(Prussia x Reader)
Gilbert laid on the couch, feeling grumpy and offended. He had just had an argument with his brother about money. Lately the Prussian had been lazing around the house more than usual, doing nothing to try and find work to help with the bills, and spending all his brothers money on movies and snacks.
He grumbled and rolled over, his ruby eyes landing on a newspaper on the floor. Slowly he moved to pick it up, an idea formulating in his head while he read one of the ads. ‘Will pay $100 a week for someone to fake being my boyfriend. Will last two months. Expires in three weeks. Call xxx-xxx-xxxx for info or if you are interested. -(First Name).’
He thought it over for a moment before pulling out his phone. After inputting the numbers he held it to his ear. Indeed he would show his brother he could work, and he would prove him wrong. So he listened as the line rang a few times, this thought in his head, till it clicked and a voice came through.
“Hello?” He felt hims
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Rainbows of recovery (An America x Reader Pt.4)
Forgive me
(A/N:  WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND SUICIDAL THEMES! IF THIS IS TRIGGERING TO YOU DO NOT READ! I REPEAT DO NOT READ IF THINGS LIKE SUICIDE BOTHER YOU! Thank you, please enjoy.)
I thought I would be okay now that I was over Arthur but then she came along. And she took everything from me. Even Alfred.
Now this is sudden right? Wasn’t I just hangin out with Alfred? Well, that actually happened two years ago. A happier time. When Alfred still believed he wanted to be my friend. A time that didn’t have her, his girlfriend. Even thinking about that alone hurts, but that’s not all. She seems to have made it her mission to cause me pain.
Alfred didn’t immediately stop being my friend when he started dating her, actually we were friends for another month before he broke the news to me.
I am alone now, I have nobody. Except my father, who is oblivious to the situation. He has enough problems with work anyway. I don’t want to burden him.
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Someone to protect (Wolf x Reader) Pt.4
Kiss
My nightmares returned full force after the events with The Crimson Devil. In fact it would be more accurate to say they got worse. Each dream holding a different torture scene. This one no different.
I screamed out when I felt a small hunting knife plunge into my lower back, severing my spine. “How lucky that I can torture you like this and you won’t die.” The knife was pulled slowly up my back causing a deep wound. It hurt like hell, I tried not to scream but it came out anyway. He laughed at my pain. “How pleasant. Shall I make another cut? On your leg this time perhaps?” He plunged the blade deep into my thigh, twisting it slightly. I screamed out again, my blood forming a large puddle on the ground around me. A few more minutes of this went by before my vision darkened and I finally woke up.
The first thing I do is examine the dark room I am in. It is the room Wolf has allowed me to stay in. I take a few deep breaths and lay back down, reflecting
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Dragon Age Alistair x F!Cousland pt.3
Redcliffe Gifts
Another one down. Darkspawn are becoming increasingly easy to take down. It doesn’t really present a challenge anymore. “Quest done. Let’s go back to the Denerim chantry and tell the sister at the chanter's board. Should get some gold from this.” Everyone cleaned up and readied to walk back while I gathered what loot I could find. After this I should have enough to get us our winter gear. And the drake scales I gave Master Wade should be ready now.
The journey back is not long and uneventful. Once the chanter pays us for our work we stock up on necessities and decide on a route to Redcliffe. The trip will be long and likely filled with darkspawn, not too hard. We can easily handle a small group of darkspawn.
So why did it have to be walking corpses this time. Like the circle tower wasn’t bad enough Redcliffe had to be having problems too. Can’t anything go smoothly in this blasted blight. Oh that’s a good one, bookmark that for
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Mayhem (Aomine Daiki x Reader) Part 4.
So, we're married now?
It’s been a few years, but we are still together. In fact it’s our five year anniversary today. I haven’t been able to see him yet though, what with my classes keeping me busy. I’m going to college to be a (Profession). It hasn’t been very easy and due to the stress of passing my classes Daiki and I have been getting into a lot of arguments. This morning was a particularly bad one. I laid my head down on my desk.
What am I going to do? Will he break up with me? I feel really bad about being so moody with him lately. Especially since he’s been working so hard down at the police station. What should I do? I still haven’t given him the gift I got him either. I sigh and pack up my belongings before heading out to go home.
I was not ready for what I saw when I opened the door to our shared apartment. (Favorite flowers) were everywhere. Literally, every surface was holding more than one bundle. Across from where I stood I could
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Don't leave me (Staz x Reader) Part 1.
The Beauty of a Soul
“And done. Aren’t you beautiful. Sorry about the glass jar but I find it better than a box. I like being able to see you. Enjoy your afterlife love.” I smile as I tie a ribbon around the mason jar, hanging it from the ceiling with many others. It glows a soft blue, the soul inside it at peace. A beautiful addition to my collection. Part of being a reaper I suppose. The only one in the demon world I may add. Most reapers enjoy being able to live with the humans, but not me. I enjoy it down here.
I turn off the light and watch all the different souls dangle from the ceiling, their different colors reflecting exquisitely against the wall. All two hundred and forty seven had made a deal with me.
I leave the room and lock the vault door tight before hiding it behind a rather heavy curtain. My biggest secret. Well that’s not necessarily true, my gaming room is my biggest secret. Can’t have the demons here seeing all my new age devices and ga
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Someone to protect (Wolf x Reader) Pt.3
Cake
Keep scrubbing. I can’t go back, I just got out. Ignore her pleas. Don’t interfere again. Can’t spend another week in that room. I can’t. “No no no no! Please! Don’t! I am so sorry!” Block her out. Don’t listen. “Stop!” I stood glaring down the offender. I can’t let someone else go through that kind of torture. Especially someone so young.
“(Name), I am warning you, do not get involved. Would hate to lock you back up so soon.” Leo, his voice is always so loud and annoying. “Go to hell.” I throw a nearby plate at him. Gaining the effect that I wanted. He completely forgot the girl and grabbed my arm harshly, dragging me off to the ‘room’. “Fine (name) you want to play games, we’ll play games.”
The familiar cold walls seem to close in on me, like a cement tomb. The metal door slowly closing me in with this lion. The only things in the room being a wooden chair and
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Someone to protect (Wolf x Reader) Pt.2
Slave
~~~~~~~Wolf’s P.O.V.~~~~~~~
*Loud frantic screaming* What is that? I got up from my bed and ran down the hall. It sounds like (Name). I should hurry. I opened the door quickly to see her thrashing around and screaming in her sleep. I hurry over and try to calm her down. It takes some time but eventually she stops, even wakes up. Is she crying? She’s so quiet but the droplets flowing from her eyes are clear enough. The look in her eyes though, it was a look of pure horror. Almost like she had witnessed the worst thing in the world. I couldn’t hold back my desire to comfort her, pulling her close and letting her cry. Her sobs became more and more frantic until they completely died away.
“Feel better?”I said petting her hair lightly in a comforting way.  She seems so fragile right now. All week, since I brought her here, she has been opinionated and kind and has insisted on ‘pulling her own weight’ as she had said. I didn’t think
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Dragon Age Alistair x F!Cousland Pt.2
Free Food and Friends
I looked into the horizon, the sun peeking over. The log I am sitting on hard and uncomfortable. Camp. (Dog) brushes his nose against my hand causing me to look at him. “What is it boy?” He whines. “Yeah I miss them too boy.” I scratch his ear lightly. Hearing talking I look over to the tents. Everyone is waking up. I stood and stretched. I guess watch is over. Time to go see how everyone is I guess.
“Hey.” I walk over to Leliana as she is the first out. “Sleep well?” She smiled at me. “Yeah, how was watch?” “Uneventful, thankfully.” “That’s good.” I nod and sit on the ground pulling out my map and spreading it out. “I think there is a village just a few miles away that we can get food at.” I pointed to the spot on the map. We need to restock on food. The last of it had been eaten yesterday. Leliana bent down next to me. “I know of that village, it’s s
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Mayhem (Aomine Daiki x Reader) Part 3.
First Date
I held my breath as I watched the character on screen. I held back the squeal I so desperately wanted to release. This character is too much. Too cute. Too precious. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Oh my god you precious turnip don’t you listen to them! You just do you!” I heard a deep laugh and looked to my right where Aomine laid on the floor lazily. “So, turnip is an endearing term? Meaning you called me precious?” Shit. Shit shit shit. God damn mother teresa save me now. My ass is so cooked. Lord help me and my stupid soul.
I could feel my face burning. Telling by his expression I was definitely giving him a stink face. Abscond. Quickly I catapulted over the side of the couch. I then ran down the hall as fast as I could  and locked myself in my room. Thank you dad for the skateboard skills that aided in my daring escape. “Oi, get back out here.” He was already at the other side of the door. Had he followed after me? We
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Someone to protect (Wolf x Reader) Pt.1
Lost
Where am I? Who am I? I’ve been wandering so long I don’t remember. It’s been ages since I did anything but walk. Am I dying? Everything is blurring. My legs hurt and my throat is so dry it feels like sandpaper. I know I probably look like death. My magic feels like static inside my body. It’s the only thing keeping me alive right now. Why did I start walking in the first place? I can't remember. Feels like I had a good reason.
“Yo boss! Look!” “Yeah boss look! It’s a walking corpse!” Well that is rude. I am not dead yet, but my legs seem to think differently as they give out and I feel myself fall to the ground. Though I don’t seem to hit the ground. “Woa, you okay?” I can hear him but I don’t have the strength to lift my head. My mouth and throat are too dry to respond. I want to pass out. To sleep, but I know if I do I won't wake up.
I force my eyes to stay open. Weekly laying in this strangers arms.
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Rainbows of Recovery (America x Reader) Part 3
Games
~~~~~~~Russia’s Perspective~~~~~~~
The beautiful smell of making breakfast in the morning. Calm, quiet, peaceful. This is how mornings should always be. I wish this peace could last forever, but naturally it’s interrupted. I took that boy in as thanks for saving my precious sunflower, but I’m slowly regretting it more and more each day. He is loud and messy. He eats all the food in the house and is always playing those dumb games on the television. Though I have noticed he’s a bit different when my precious sunflower enters the room. He’s calmer, more considerate of his surroundings, and is careful. I guess it’s only natural someone would fall in love with her, but I won’t allow anyone to have her. She is far too precious.
As expected the wonderful silence is interrupted by the thundering of feet on the hardwood floor. The loud shout that seemed to echo through the large home seemed to seep into the walls themselves. I suppressed the ange
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Mayhem (Aomine Daiki x Reader) Part 2.
Fish, Games, and Friendship
“Heh, you scared? Or do you already know I’ll do better than you?” My eye twitched. This motherfucker is just asking for it. Calling me scared. Bitch I am a national skateboarding champion. I will end you and your future children. You will feel so ashamed when I am done with you that you will literally kneel before me in utter defeat. I spoke up fire in my eyes. “Bring it pea brain.” I dropped my board and stepped on it. “I will destroy you.”
He laughed walking up to the ramp with his pathetic excuse for a board in hand. He did a few basic tricks and whatnot. What a basic bitch. Time to school his sorry ass. When he was done he walked back over to me feeling proud of himself. “Wow, you suck balls, watch and learn.”
I walked to the ramp and set my board down at the edge using my foot to keep it in place. I took a deep breath and started down. For the first trick I used a simple backside, making it as aweso
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Dragon Age Alistair x F!Cousland
Blood. So much blood. Everyone is screaming. Oren my cute little nephew. I won’t be able to teach you sword fighting now. Oriana you won’t be needing to aid me with the castle now. Mother, Father, I am sorry I could not save you. Fergus I am sorry I could not save anyone I let you down.
Dark. The darkness is all around me. Trying to consume me. A reminder I was not strong enough to save those I loved. Howe will pay for this. Revenge is all I have left.
Is it? I look to my mabari hound. (Dog’s name) has lost everything too. I look back to my hands and panic. Blood. A lot of blood. I need to wash it off. Frantically I scrub my hands in the stream, holding back the choking sobs that threatened to come forth. I can’t cry. I can’t be weak. Not right now. Not ever.
“I am sorry to rush you, but we must be moving soon. We need to get to Ostagar.” Duncan. He had saved me from death. Did it matter though. I feel empty. “It’s fine. I’m r
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ZOMFG Aomine in the Shinsengumi uniform (Gintama) *swoon*
IMPORTANT A/N: The different formatting means that different people are conversing and it's up to you to find out who~
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Please, God, no...
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You can tell, can't you? You can tell that I've recently become an A.R.M.Y >.< I tried to fight it for so long because I knew this would happen and now look. I'm obsessed and it's only been three days. Just. Great.
I really, really, really recommend listening to the song as you read even though you might not understand it but music is universal! i also put the version with english lyrics if you open a new tab ;3; It has my feels
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    You couldn't help but smile at the sight of your bleary-eyed boyfriend, looking into his clouded, red irises.
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Gilbert sat in his usual spot on the bus waiting for a specific girl to come on. His 'friend' [Name] always sat with him, and they'd usually end up teasing one another, fighting, or driving the bus driver crazy. They often got called out for being trouble makers, but he didn't mind. Gilbert actually liked doing things with [Name]. Or Chips, as he called her (just to piss her off) But Gott im himmel*, she was pretty attractive, and saying he didn't like her would be a blatant lie. When Gilbert saw her climb on the bus, his face lit up and he scooted over so she could sit. "Hey Chips! Ready to be awesome?"
The girl glanced at him and grinned as she sat down. “But of course! I’m always ready!” She pumped her fist in the air and even let out a little ‘whoop,’ earning her a few stares. She didn’t care; spending time with Gilbert was one of her favorite things to.
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     The next day was interesting.
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“Aww Artie you’making me blush!” said Kaya grinning, “I’m not that great!”
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... Well, concerning Chitose, it happened once every three weeks.
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I walked through my house towards the sound, ready for anything. I turn a corner and immediately jump backwards into a wall when someone suddenly slashes at me. The figure is hooded, and there are eleven more people behind him. In each of their hands is a small knife with runic carvings. The only blades known to kill reapers. I’m in trouble.
Just a cut won’t kill me, but it will severely damage me. If I’m stabbed in the heart or another major organ, then it’ll be game over.
The one in front charges at me and I skillfully evade, making him stab himself in the heart with the blade. He falls to the ground, his skin shriveling up. Reapers, figures they would come for me.
I don’t exactly have a good relationship with my family. If you could call them that. All reapers are related, sort of.
Another one charges forward, using his shadow abilities to pin me to the wall. I quickly counter by summoning my own shadow, causing him to miss my heart. The knife is still in my shoulder though, and it’s sending a searing pain along my arm. I pull it out and shove it through his heart quickly. Two out of twelve.
I run down the hall, dodging shadows here and there. Till one of them wraps around my ankle and pulls me to the ground. I turn over so I land on my back. One of them dives on top of me and I struggle to keep the knife from diving into my heart. It slices against my skin a few times before I’m finally able to force it into his heart instead, just as the others catch up.
I scramble into the living room, panting heavily and bleeding all over the place. One of them rushes through the door and I use my shadow to throw him back against the wall, two more take his place. I jump away from their attacks till one grabs me from behind. I quickly slip from his grasp, causing his friend to stab him instead.
Four down. I was too slow, the fifth man had plunged his knife into my back. He twisted it and pulled it out. I fell to the ground and turned to see the eight remaining hooded figures closing in.
Stand! I need to stand! So I did, with a lot of effort, and went through the dining room back into my room. I dodged their attacks as much as I could. Once inside my room I locked the door and hurried to my closet. I dug around till I found what I was looking for. My sword. Most reapers are born with a knife, ironically it’s the only weapon that can kill us, and for some reason my knife grew into a sword, rather than a normal dagger. Which is pretty boss but also freakish.
The door flies open snapping me from my thoughts. Three of them rush at me, I slice the firsts head off and it rolls to the side. I drive my sword through the heart of the second one, he dies instantly. The third one manages to slice through my eye, partially blinding me. I swear loudly as I bring my sword down on him, cutting through his neck and chest.
I’ve lost too much blood, but there are still five left. Two more rush at me, I momentarily lose my balance and fall back causing one of them to fall forward with me, his knife digging into my leg. I cry out and shove my sword through his skull. The other lunges forward at me, I lift my sword just in time for it to run through his heart.
I can no longer move nor can I see properly. The other three start getting closer. My vision is darkening dangerously and it’s difficult to breath. One of them is about to drive his dagger through my heart when he suddenly flies back. The other two rush after their friend in shock. They grab him and teleport away.
“What the hell!? (Name) are you okay!?” It’s Staz. How did he …. No I can’t think about that right now. If I don’t get a soul, I’m going to die.
“Staz …. I need you to listen to me ….. Go to the next room ….. Behind the curtain is a door …. The key to it is under the rug ….. Bring me ….. One of the jars ….” He says a quick okay and runs off.
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I awoke in a bed that was not my own. However the room around me was familiar. This is Staz’s room. So where is he? I sit up, dizziness rushing into my head. I wait for it to subside before looking myself over.
My wounds are gone. Healed completely. I remember that I asked Staz to bring me a soul, but how did he know what to do with it?
I look down at my hands, a small transparent grey smoke forms around them then vanishes. Following it was a sensation of power. A lot of power. So this is how it feels to consume a soul? Disgusting.
The door opened, causing me to look up. Staz entered. An unreadable expression on his face.
“(Name), you’re up.” I couldn’t tell if he was angry or confused or what. Which concerned me greatly.
“Yeah, why am I here?”
“Well after i opened that jar thing whatever was in it flew right into you, which produced a mystical result. You should have seen it! It was so anime, all the lights and whatnot. But like you didn't wake up. I didn’t want to leave you there, with all the dead shriveled corpses. So I brought you here.”
“Oh.”
“What happened. Those people who were they? And what was the thing in the jar?”
I sighed, and avoided eye contact by looking down to my hands again. “They were reapers, most likely sent to kill me. And the thing in the jar was a soul. A soul is the only thing that can heal a reaper. Well a reaper wounded by a certain blade. Otherwise we heal all on our own.”
He was quiet for a long while. When I looked up at him I could almost see the gears turning in his head. Is he going to be angry? Will he feel betrayed? It’s my fault for not telling him sooner.
“So…. You’re saying you are a reaper?”
“Yes.”
“And you’ve been one how long?”
“All my life.”
“Cool. So why are the other reapers trying to kill you?”
“It probably has something to do with the fact I left them.”
“Why did you leave?” Any other feelings he was feeling seemed to vanish, curiosity and concern were all that remained. Finally I can read him.
“Because I didn’t agree with what they were planing.”
“What were they planning?”
“Something not good in the living world. I had intended to stop them, but I couldn’t. So I started collecting souls. If I collect enough I can create a portal that will pull all the reapers from this world into…. The nothingness.”
“Wouldn’t that take you too?”
“Yes.”
“Then it is out of the question. You can’t do that.”
“But what if it’s the only way to stop them!?”
“Doesn’t matter! You can’t just die with them! I’ll help you find another solution, but you aren’t doing that.”
I went quiet. Arguing with him would do no good. Also it would take another few years to collect enough souls. Either way it was obvious I didn’t have time for that. I can’t put him in danger though.
“It’ll be alright. I’ll win for sure.” I nodded. He was right. He stands a better chance against them than I do anyway.
“Very well. But If you’re going to help me you are going to need a weapon that can kill a reaper. Which means you’ll have to take one …. The dead ones at my house. The daggers they carried should still be there. We just have to collect them.”
“See, a plan is already coming together! But let’s eat first, then we can get to work!”
How could he be so positive right now?
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I was amazed when I returned home. It was messier than I remembered. A lot of the walls had holes in them. The wood floors were severely scratched and damaged. A couple of the doors were broken off their hinges. All the furniture held obvious signs of battle. Here and there were the shrivelled corpses of the dead reapers, their daggers abandoned close by or hidden under their darkened cloaks. Staz collected them all.
Meanwhile I made my way back to my soul room, the door left ajar. I could clearly see which soul Staz had ripped down. The rest dangled quietly. I made my way over to them and gathered all that I could into a bag. As much as I disliked the idea of drinking one I knew it was still probably an important possibility.
After I feel I have gathered enough I walk back into my room. It’s the messiest and most destroyed of all the rooms. Carefully I lifted my sword from the floor and fished its sheath from the closet. I also quickly changed my clothes. Basic black jeans, a black tank top, and a leather jacket. Then I put on my combat boots. The steel toes shining against the light from the broken window.
Just as I slipped my sword into its place on my belt Staz walked in.
“I found nine.”
“Good, that should be enough.”
“You look ready to fight.” He laughed lightly.
“You never know. Also there is a very real possibility that anything could happen. It’s important to be ready.”
He nodded in understanding. “What’s in the bag?”
“Souls. I don’t want to risk dying before I’ve done everything possible to stop them.” I couldn’t hold back the sadness in my voice. These souls were so precious.
“Do you want me to carry it?”
I thought his suggestion over before nodding slowly. “That would be helpful, yes.”
“I guess we better set out then?” And at that we left. Our destination? The one place nobody ever dares to travel.
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Seven years. Seven fantastic and wonderful years. That is exactly how long I have been with Wolf. A lot happened in those years. Like the event that led to the situation I am currently in. It happened last month, and I have only recently found out. I’m not sure how I’ll tell him, and I’m a little scared of what his reaction will be. I know it’s stupid to be so nervous but this is big. This is a baby.
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It’s been three days, I’ve been planning out how I’m going to tell him. He’s probably annoyed with me because I’ve been avoiding him. I feel bad about doing that but now I’m ready to tell him. I’ve decided I’m going to give him a cake, that I decorated specially with undeniable details. I breathed deeply before walking into the living room where he was and set the covered cake box on the small table in front of him.
I watched him lean forward to look at the box. “What’s this?” “Just open it.” He examined it for a moment before lifting the plain white top off the box. He blinked a few times, processing the contents.
After a moment he looked up at me, then back down at the small cake, then back to me. This continued for a few more minutes before he finally spoke up. His voice filled with surprise and disbelief. “Really?”
I was going to say something but was suddenly lifted off my feet. I hadn’t even seen him move. “W … Wolf put me down!” I was trying to sound serious but I ended up giggling. I couldn’t help it, he was radiating so much happiness it just kind of rubbed off on me.
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Eight and a half months later I sat in a hospital bed, screaming for approximately 10 hours. I had given birth to a beautiful baby girl. She had soft blue eyes, and little wifts of white hair upon her head. She did the oddest thing when she came out. Rather than crying she had smiled, and giggled.
Wolf was the first to hold her, and he named her Maia. Maia Wolf. Never have I seen him look so proud, and happy.
Then a year passed, and one year old Maia got to spend the day with her uncle’s Tobi and Kiji while I gave birth to a set of twins.
They looked nearly identical, the only difference was one was slightly bigger than the other. They both had soft brownish hair, and golden eyes. Again wolf named them. The smaller one was Fenris and the bigger one was Ralph.
Whenever someone would try to separate them they would cry until placed together again. Wolf laughed about it, saying they were just bonded from being together so long. But I could already tell that they would be troublemakers.
After three years our fourth child was born. My precious baby boy Tate. His eyes were a soft lavender, and his hair was white as snow. I was able to name him because there was a bit of a delay after he was born. He almost died. He was born very sick with a heart condition.
It was his genetics that had saved him. Which only served to boost Wolfs ego. But that day he had taken a vow, that no matter what he would do anything to keep our little boy alive.
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“Fenris! Ralph! Put that down!” Frantically I chased after the two six year olds, trying to get them to drop the knife they had pick pocketed from Tobi.
On the couch in the other room sat seven year old Maia, she was holding her baby brother three year old Tate. Both of them were falling asleep.
Just then the twins were lifted off the ground by their father. “What did I say about causing your mother trouble?” They giggled, the knife that Ralph was holding onto dropped to the floor.
“Daddy!” They said in unison, hugging him with their little arms. I couldn’t help but smile. They always got excited when he returned from his patrol. “Train with us!”
Wolf let out a loud throaty laugh, which caused the two children dozing off on the couch to stir. Maia was the first to come over, followed shortly by Tate. Who immediately latched himself to my leg. “Did I hear training!?” Maia rang out excitedly. Always ready to prove she was stronger than the twins.
“Well, can’t really say no when I’m so clearly out voted!” He bellowed, like he hadn’t been planning to do so anyway.
I couldn’t help but giggle as I watched the four of them rush to the backyard. Then I picked up the abandoned knife and put it in a safe place, out of the children's reach. Can’t have them getting hurt.
“Mama …… story?” Tate’s feeble voice drew my attention. His little hands holding onto my skirt. Of all my children he looked most like his father. His eyes being the only difference. Of course he prefered his hair to be styled differently as well.
“Alright love, let’s go to your room and pick one out.” I carefully lifted him up and walked back towards his bedroom. Once inside we looked over the small bookcase until we found a suitable book.
After settling into the chair kept in his room, him on my lap. I began to read to him. It was a tale of dragons and a strong adventurer. He loved stories like this. After finishing two chapters I looked down to find him fast asleep.
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By now most of the day had passed. All seemed well in our rambunctious little home. I had Maia and the twins set the table, while I finished off dinner. It seemed as if it were to be a normal night, that is until.
“Mama! Papa! Tate can’t breath!” Fenris’s voice rang out, snapping me out of my daze. I turned around, Wolf having already made his way to our youngest. I felt myself panic at the thought that something could be terribly wrong.
“Don’t worry (Name). I’ll get him to the doctor. You stay here and watch the kids. I’ll call you soon.” And with that he rushed out the door with my little baby.
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The sun had begun to rise when I finally received a call. With both hope and dread I answered the phone. “Wolf?”
“Yeah, it’s me.” He sounded tired. “Everything is fine. Tate is sleeping now.”
I had to sit down, tears blurring my vision. He was okay. Thank goodness. “What happened?”
“The good ol doc made it so he could breath again and ran a few tests. He wants to keep him here a while. Giving him some weird medicine. Says he will be just fine.”
“Good. I’ll be up with Maia and the twins later. You should rest for now.”
I heard a snort over the line before his voice broke through again.  “Oh, you were serious?”
“Love, if you don't try and get some rest now i'll come over there and put you to sleep myself.”
“Right. I’ll get to doing that right now.”
“Sleep well, I’ll be over after breakfast.” Then I hung up the phone, wiped my eyes, and set to work on breakfast. The rest of my children would be up soon.
Maia was the first one up, and after she had brushed her teeth and dressed she set to setting the table. About an hour later the twins came in and sat at the table. Still in their pajamas, hair messy and unkempt.
“Boys I want you to get dressed and ready for the day as soon as you're done eating, understood?” Ralph nodded, Fenris spoke up.
“Okay mommy!” I put the breakfast out on the table and watched as the three of them dug in before sitting down.
“We’re gonna go see Tate as soon as you’re finished. I want you to be on your best behavior.” All three of them nodded in unison.
“I miss Tate…” Maia spoke up, her voice sad. I reached over and patted her head.
“Me too hun.”
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Maia had insisted we stop and get Tate a new stuffed animal on the way over. I let her pick it out. A small white bear. She said it reminded her of him. It was cute.
When we showed up she had insisted on being the one to give it to him. He was wide awake while Wolf, whom had actually listened to me, was passed out on a nearby chair.
I made the children be quiet so he could sleep a little longer, but it didn’t seem to work. He woke up, rubbing his eyes and looking about. Silently I made my way over and sat in the chair next to him. Calmly I reached over to hold onto his hand. My eyes drifted about the room, taking in the giggling faces of my little family. “Thank you Wolf, you did very well.”
He grinned widely. “I swore to protect my family, forever. Of course I did well.”

(So this is how I have chosen to end this story. There will be a continuation eventually. It will be from Tate’s POV. Also if you would like for me to write another Wolf reader insert please comment bellow. )
Someone to protect (Wolf x Reader) Pt.5 (Final)
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Gilbert laid on the couch, feeling grumpy and offended. He had just had an argument with his brother about money. Lately the Prussian had been lazing around the house more than usual, doing nothing to try and find work to help with the bills, and spending all his brothers money on movies and snacks.
He grumbled and rolled over, his ruby eyes landing on a newspaper on the floor. Slowly he moved to pick it up, an idea formulating in his head while he read one of the ads. ‘Will pay $100 a week for someone to fake being my boyfriend. Will last two months. Expires in three weeks. Call xxx-xxx-xxxx for info or if you are interested. -(First Name).’
He thought it over for a moment before pulling out his phone. After inputting the numbers he held it to his ear. Indeed he would show his brother he could work, and he would prove him wrong. So he listened as the line rang a few times, this thought in his head, till it clicked and a voice came through.
“Hello?” He felt himself blush slightly, she sounded really cute. Even though she had just said the one word.
“Uh hey! I um ….. I saw your ad in the paper?” Gilbert mentally cursed himself for sounding so awkward and unawesome. Would she accept him? He was starting to feel more and more nervous by the second.
A loud gasp came from the phone. “My ad! Someone finally called! Okay um, do you have any questions then?” “Your name is ….. (Name) ….. Right?” “Yes, (First) (Last). What is your name, if you don’t mind me asking?” He could hear the smile in her voice, she sounded so excited someone had called. It made him feel less nervous, almost as though her happiness and carefree attitude was easing all his worries away.
“Well if you must know I am the Awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt!” A few giggles could be heard over the line, which only fueled his ego. “Well Mr. Awesome, any questions?” He grinned at the nickname. “I guess I have a few. What would I have to do? Why did you put up the ad? What do you look like? Can I actually meet you in person, cuz that would be awesome.”
Another giggle. “You don’t like to ask questions one at a time do you? Well alright let’s see. The job would require exactly what it says. I just need someone to be my boyfriend for a while, which would mean meeting my friends and family. Actually it’s because of them I put the add up, I need to get them off my back. And as for how I look, I suppose you would just have to meet me to find out?”
He sat up from his laying position and crossed his legs. “Alright, how’s today then?” There was a short pause, as though she was thinking it through. “Alright, is (cafe name and street it’s on) okay at noon?” “Ja.” “Okay see you then!” There was a click and the line went quiet.
Excitement swelled within him as he sat there processing the call. He had a date. He blinked a few times. He has a date. He shot up and jumped over the couch before rushing to the stairs. He had to get ready, noon was in an hour.
He made sure to brush his teeth, just in case they got really dirty since morning, and rushed to his closet. He wanted to look nice, but also cool. He wanted to look as awesome as he could.
It took him ten minutes to decide on a pair of pants. There was a small pile of all his pants, which were mostly black, on the floor and in his hands were another pair of black tight fitting jeans. These would do. Now he needed a shirt. Which took another twenty minutes leaving him with around twenty five minutes. Now he needed a shirt. The one he decided on was a normal white t-shirt. He figured it would look good with his red jacket, red high tops, and the black jeans. He wasn’t wrong. After about two minutes of putting it all on he examined his reflection. He was feeling pretty confident till he realised she wouldn’t be able to tell who he was. He didn’t know if he would even be able to spot her.
Then he got an idea and ran off to change his shirt. Replacing the plain white one with another, the only difference was this one had writing on it. ‘Hello my name is AWESOME’. Now she would know. Right?
He arrived two minutes early, but she was already there. How did he know? Well he couldn’t yet see her, but she had made a sign, and that he could see very well. ‘The name’s (First) (Last) and I am waiting for someone so please don’t talk to me.’ He couldn’t help but laugh. Using signs like that it’s no wonder she didn’t have a boyfriend.
Walking closer that thought vanished from his mind and was replaced with a new one. How on earth was she still single. She is far too beautiful to not have someone.
She had long wavy (hair color) hair that framed her face perfectly. (Eye color) orbs shimmered, as the light was hitting them in such a way they seemed to glimmer with stars. His heart nearly stopped when she looked up at him, a gentle smile crossing her lips that were tinted a beautiful shade of red, likely from her lipstick. He felt as though he had looked upon an angel, someone far too bright for him to be near.
Pushing aside his nervousness he sat down in the open chair, feeling determined to know her better. “I take it you’re Mr. Awesome then?” “Ja! But uh …. You can call me Gilbert.” He gave her a shy smile as he said the last part.
The two sat there for a moment, awkwardly looking at each other and thinking of what to say before (Name) finally broke the silence. “Are you entirely willing to commit yourself to this job? It’s very important that you are.”
“Ja! I am totally awesome enough to assist you in your very unawesome dilemma!” He shifted a little. “I also may not be very awesome at the job itself sometimes but I will give it my all! I swear it!”
Another gentle smile crossed the girl's lips, causing him to blush and look away shyly. “Alright, sold.” (Name) said, while playing with a piece of her hair. The prussian man looked surprised that she had accepted him. “What?” “I’ll hire you to be my boyfriend. You seem really nice and like you could play out the role quite well. As I mentioned in my ad I will pay you a hundred dollars a week and you will only have to do this for two months. Indeed I look forward to working with you.”
She wanted to also add that she thought he was actually really cute. That her heart was beating out of control right now, but she couldn’t because she was too nervous. Nervous that such comments might scare him off. This was a new and strange feeling, not just for her, but for both of them.
(Name) had never actually dated anyone before, never had anyone actually met her standards. Never had anyone been able to make her heart beat so quickly. The case was different for Gilbert. He had tried to date many girls, but none of them would accept him because he was either ‘too vain’ or ‘he looked too weird’. He felt ecstatic that someone had accepted him, and also incredibly nervous because the one that did accept him was more beautiful than anyone he had ever met.
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The next day Gilbert had met (Name) at the same coffee shop. If they were to pretend they have been dating for a while they needed to study each other. Likes, interests, dislikes, and hopes for the future. All the things that made them who they were. This also meant that (Name) had to tell him about her past, which she felt awkward about doing. It helped that he told her about his past too, making it easier for her.
They discovered that they had a lot in common. From being bullied in school, to their taste in music. They even enjoyed the same TV shows.
“Oh! And that one episode where the Governor attacked the prison and killed Hershel! Oh I cried when I saw that!” “Oh ja! That guy sucks! He made all those bad choices and Andrea still stayed with him!” “Oh I know! Why she even liked him in the first place I’ll never know!”
Hours went by like this, the small get together somehow turning into a date. There was some minor flirting thrown into the conversation, and neither of them had noticed because they were so into each other's company. Never before had either of them felt this connected to someone. Almost as though they were meant for eachother.
“Oh the sun is setting.” The comment made (Name) blush slightly, which Gilbert hadn’t noticed. It made his heart rate speed up as he thought about how long that meant they had been talking. “Oh, it is.” He laughed awkwardly. “Oops!”
She giggled slightly before responding to him. “Too bad I have to head home, this was fun.” He nodded feeling shy and immeasurably happy. “Ja!”
“So i'll see you Monday right? For the plan?” He nodded again. Next week he would have to meet a couple of her friends, she had said their names were Gweneth and Isabella. They had tickets for an amusement park and wanted to meet (Name’s) ‘boyfriend’ there. He was nervous, more so than he thought he would be considering this was only supposed to be a job.
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It was now monday, (Name) had put in the effort to wear a nice summer dress. Gil couldn’t help but laugh when he noticed she was wearing a pair of (color) Chuck Taylor’s with it. He thought it was really cute. “Ready to go Liebchen?” He had taken to giving her nicknames that she couldn’t understand, because she only spoke english. It amused him how confused her face would look before softening into a small smile. “Yeah! The girls are waiting there already.” Her smile never failed to make his heart beat faster, just as his did the same for her.
The drive was a little long but they managed to get there without any trouble. (Name) had made sure to give Gil enough money for this little ‘date’ plus his first one hundred dollar payment. She needed to be sure her friends were convinced he was a good boyfriend for her. Though Gil felt guilty she had given him the money for their date in the first place, if he had any he would have paid for it himself, god he wished the date could be real. He wished she was his. If only he knew she liked him too. That her feelings were the same.
“(NAME)!” OH MY GOD I MISSED YOU GIRL!” She was nearly tackled to the ground by an excitable asian girl. The girl’s hair was long, straight, and black. She was much taller than (Name) and much thinner too. Her eyes looked to be red but those were just contacts, her eyes were normally a dark brown. She wore blue jeans that had been made into shorts and a Got7 t-shirt with black vans.
“Gwen calm yourself, jesus!” Another girl came into view, her hair was dark brown, long, and in a ponytail. Her eyes were an emerald green and set in a tight glare, making it seem as though this was the last place she wanted to be. She was the shortest of the three, and was much tanner than them too. She had on brown rope sandals decorated with blue beads. Her skirt was white and just barely brushed her knees, the waist band seen holding to her hips through the falling string like strands of her forest green sleeveless crop top.
“Hey Isabella, Gweneth, how are you?” (Name) was released from her asian friends tight grip. “We have been just fine.” Isabella commented, a permanent grumble in her voice. “Hey is this him!?” Gwen’s excitable voice rang out, causing Isabella to frown more.
“Oh right!” (Name’s) eyes lit up and she smiled brightly, having become visibly happier upon looking at him. “This is Gilbert!” The prussian could feel himself getting nervous again, especially since her friends had started bombarding him with questions. Seeing that he was getting overwhelmed she moved in between them. “Calm down he can’t answer all that at once, my goodness.” (Name) successfully saved him from her eccentric friends.
“Okay sorry!” Gwen laughed out. “Alright one question then! How did you meet (Name)?” Gilbert grinned, him and (Name) had come up with a good cover story so this would be easy.
“Well we met at a small coffee shop, the one on (street). When I walked in she was sitting alone at a table with a ‘don’t talk to me’ sign set up on the table.” Her friends laughed at that part knowing she would totally do that. “She looked so awesome though that I couldn’t help but talk to her. Good thing she turned out to be pretty awesome too because I would have hated to be yelled at.” He started getting a far off look in his eyes as he fondly remembered how he really met her. “She really is awesome….”
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A month has passed since that day, Gilbert had started spending every free moment with (Name) that he could. So much so his brother had started to question him, but Gil would only give elusive answers that left him with more unanswered questions.
Gilbert has already met all her friends now, and due to an accidental run in she had met Antonio and Francis. They had called him up later that day raving about how cute she was and that he should seriously date her to which he told them ‘I’m working on it’. He knew for sure how he felt about her. He loved her, more than he thought he would. He thought maybe it was too soon at first, but now he was sure.
Today was a big day, today he would meet her family. He shifted slightly at the door, she had told him to meet her at her parents home. It was nice, very suburban, and very big. There were (favorite flora) in the front yard and angel decorations scattered here and there.
He took a deep breath and knocked on the door, hoping he looked acceptable. He had worn his nicest black jeans and a white t-shirt with his red hoodie, his favorite attire. He stuck his hands back in his pockets and waited nervously for the door to open.
(Name) had answered the door, by swinging it open quickly, a large smile plastered on her face and a small blush dusting her cheeks. “Gil! You made it!” He would be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised. “Ja of course liebchen! I’m just that awesome!” He grinned brightly at her as she giggled. “Well come on in!”
She held the door open and he walked inside, the interior of the house even more grand than the exterior. He was getting nervous again, but it quickly faded into another feeling, one of being flustered, when he felt (Name) interlock her fingers with his. He tried to keep his cheeks from heating up too much. “Ready?” He nodded and allowed her to pull him into the spacious living room, the smell of warm cookies filling the air.
“Sissi!” There was a small voice before a little figure had wrapped itself around (Name’s) leg. “Hey there Mimz!” Gil looked down to see a smaller version of (Name). The little girl was five and was basically a clone of her older sister.
“Mimz, don’t cling to your sister you’ll ruin your dress.” A deeper feminine voice spoke up. She was a short and slightly fit woman, not enough that she didn’t still look feminine but enough that you could tell she did yoga or something like that. She looked like an average house wife. “(Name) hun, dinner will be done soon, please set the table.” Then she left.
“Don’t mind her, she’s …… Anyway! Mimz why don’t you talk to Gil while I set the table?” “Otay!” (Name) smiled and watched her little sister grab Gil’s fingers and drag him to the coffee table where her toy tea set was. Her heart stopping when she felt his fingers slowly slipping from her own.
(Name) listened to Gil and her sister while she set the table in the other room. She was sure her heart was going to beat out of her chest. The more she saw him the worse it got. She didn’t entirely understand the feeling but she had seen enough movies to know what it was. Love, and it hurt. Hurt because she had convinced herself he didn’t feel the same way. Hurt because after next month he would probably never speak to her again. In her mind she had imagined so many scenarios where she would ask him to stay, sometimes he would but most times he wouldn’t. She would imagine what it would feel like if he left, and the emptiness was too much for her.
“Oh, why would Mrs. Bear do that?” “Cuz she likes Mr. Fish buts he don’t like her, he likes Patty Pie!” “I see!” (Name) could hear them giggling and laughing in the other room. The new revelation that he was good with children sinking into her mind, and causing new thoughts that made her blush and swat at the air as though to fight it off.
After finishing with the table she walked back into the living room to see her father had joined the tea party. “Awesome joke Mr. (Last Name)!” “Please! Call me Jack!” She smiled at the three of them.
“Awe, you are all so cute~” “Sissi!” The small girl ran up and clung to her again. Gil had immediately stood when he heard her speak up a blush crossing his face. Her father just laughed, but not before taking note of how the younger male had reacted to his daughter. Then he himself stood when he saw his wife walk into the room behind her.
“Dinner is done. Mimz what did I tell you about clinging to people?” “Sowwy mama.” (Name) was freed from her sisters little grasp and they all left to the dining room.
The rest of the evening was full of awkward conversation and knowing looks from her father. Knowing because he could clearly see how they felt for each other. When Gilbert had left to return home he turned to his daughter with excitement in his eyes.
“My little girls in love~” “DAD!” He ruffled her hair, her face showing how embarrassed she was. “It’s okay, he loves you too.” She looked away from him, trying to hide how much she hoped that could be true. “I’ll bet you marry that boy.” “Yeah sure dad…... “ She walked away from him to help her mother in the kitchen, her heart hurting.
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The last day. It was Gil’s last day to get to be her boyfriend. It had them both agitated, and they both felt like their hearts were breaking. It didn’t help that they were surrounded by her entire family. Cousins, Aunts, and Uncles. Even her grandparents were there. Now all of this would be manageable if their feelings didn’t have them arguing the entire day.
“My cousin Jane is pretty isn’t she?” Shit, Gil didn’t know how he was supposed to respond, why was she suddenly acting like this? Why did she sound so defensive? Well that was because (Name) had taken note of how her cousin flirted with him, and how her eyes lingered on him longer than they should have. “Uh, ja, I guess?”
He messed up. He could tell by the look that flashed through her eyes. She felt hurt to hear that. “Is that so? Well maybe you should go talk to her instead of me.” “What? I mean I guess? Is that what you want me to do?” “What just because I’m paying you I’m suddenly in charge of what you do? You don’t really care what I think so why ask!” Ouch, that stung, both of them.
“Of course I care! Why wouldn’t I care? Oh because I’m getting paid ja?” “Yeah I just said that!” “Well you can take back your stupid money if that’s what you think!” “Oh so now you’re quitting? Well I don’t care! Quit if you want to!” “Why are you being such a brat today?” “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU STUPID!”
They were both surprised by her words. He was stunned and trying to understand when he noticed she had started crying. Crying because she thought she had just made a fool of herself. Her final outburst had drawn the attention of everyone in the room, not that they noticed.
He took a deep breath before removing her hands from her face and pressing his lips to hers. It only lasted a moment before he pulled away. “Who’s stupid? Heh, maybe I am ….. Because I fell in love with you.”
What the newspaper brought them.(Prussia x Reader)
Here's a Prussia oneshot! I would like to note that I do not own the picture posted with the story, credit goes to whoever made it. (I actually don’t have time to find who artists are as most pictures were found on google, but if you do know please say who it is and I will go through the necessary precautions.) I do not own the characters or you, I only own the concept for the story.
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    Hello dears, How are you? Ready for an update? Of course you are! So it seems i have contracted a serious cold and so I will not be writing till I am better. I decided that it was probably a bad idea to write while on cold medicine that makes me loopy. I apologize that you will have to wait one to two weeks for an update on my stories.
Also you may have noticed some new stuff showing up? Like a Romano story, there will also be an England story soon! The America story is finished so that won’t have any more updates.
    I am putting my Kise Ryouta, Kagami Taiga, and Various Naruto on Hiatus because I am stuck and not sure what to do with them. I have begun work on a couple of new stories though so look forward to that!
Everything else is coming along well. I will no longer update specific stories on certain days, but rather I will update what I manage to finish first or the stories that have been longer without an update. Here is a list (by popularity) of my current stories.

    -Someone to Protect (Wolf x Reader)
    -Mayhem (Aomine Daiki x Reader)
    -Kuroko’s Basketball (Various x Readers)
    -Dragon Age (Alistair x F!Cousland)
    -Apply Prussia (Prussia x Reader)
    -Baby Blues
    -Another F***ing love Story (Romano x Reader)
    -Don’t leave me (Staz x Reader)
    -Various Anime x Reader

    Now the reason Baby Blues has gone so long without an update is because I am working on that with another writer (TheDaringQueen on Quotev) and we haven’t been able to do it for a while. We are also doing two other stories together.
    I’m a little unsure as to what I am going to do with my wolf story, but you can bet it’ll be awesome! You’ll just have to wait and see what I come up with~ My Staz story is going well though! Hit a bump for a moment there but things are picking back up!
    Mayhem will probably come to a close soon. The next chapter will be the last. It will likely end with an adorable baby, or something like that.
    Still working on the KnB Various x Reader, I almost have some more done. It’s proven to be a challenge as my inspiration for writing about KnB has been pretty low lately, but it’s still coming along. Slowly.
    Dragon Age has slowed down too, but that’s only because I’ve started a Mass Effect story that is like so badass, oh my god it’s going to be so good! Look forward to it!
    Apply Prussia is going smoothly, as is Another F***ing Love Story. You should look forward to an England story. My inspiration for writing about Hetalia characters is at an all time high it seems. I fluctuate a lot though so it’ll probably go down in the next few months.
    The Various Anime x Reader will happen as ideas come to me. There is a good possibility of a homestuck story happening in there soon. I’m thinking Dave Strider? Or maybe Jake English? Perhaps Karkat Vantas? You’ll have to wait and see!
    Anyway once again I would like to mention that it will be one to two weeks before any updates happen as I am very sick with this cold, and the medicine makes me weird. Please be patient with me and know that when the updates happen again they will be amazing! Thank you for taking the time to read this and enjoy your day!
~Alidane
  • Listening to: My friend Tom talk over Skype.
  • Drinking: Cherry Vanilla Pepsi~
Forgive me

(A/N:  WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND SUICIDAL THEMES! IF THIS IS TRIGGERING TO YOU DO NOT READ! I REPEAT DO NOT READ IF THINGS LIKE SUICIDE BOTHER YOU! Thank you, please enjoy.)
I thought I would be okay now that I was over Arthur but then she came along. And she took everything from me. Even Alfred.
Now this is sudden right? Wasn’t I just hangin out with Alfred? Well, that actually happened two years ago. A happier time. When Alfred still believed he wanted to be my friend. A time that didn’t have her, his girlfriend. Even thinking about that alone hurts, but that’s not all. She seems to have made it her mission to cause me pain.
Alfred didn’t immediately stop being my friend when he started dating her, actually we were friends for another month before he broke the news to me.
I am alone now, I have nobody. Except my father, who is oblivious to the situation. He has enough problems with work anyway. I don’t want to burden him.
My thoughts are interrupted by the sensation of something cold falling over my head. I look up to the culprit, one of HER friends. I sigh, feeling numb due to the familiarity of the situation, and walk to the bathroom to clean off.
My reflection is a sad one. My eyes look empty and hollow, both from lack of sleep and the constant bullying. I no longer look like my normal self. My hair is messier and damaged. My clothing lazy and tattered.
I sigh for what seems like the upteenth time and wet down my hair to wash the milk out of it. Why do they always use milk? Once I feel it’s all gone I dry the ends with a paper towel so it stops dripping. There. Acceptable. Time for class.
The rest of the day went as expected. I was shoved into lockers, knocked over, had things poured on me, snide remarks whispered around me, and her rubbing in her relationship with Alfred who won’t even look at me anymore. He started pretending I didn’t exist around month two.
I was glad to see my father wasn’t home when I finally got there. I wondered up to my room and plopped onto my bed. I no longer cry. I’m too empty for that. I no longer feel anything but this numbness. A numbness I wish would leave me. Whatever I once felt I no longer know. I don’t eat as much anymore, actually the only time I do eat is when my father makes food. Otherwise I just don’t.
I let out another long sigh before rolling over. What should I do? I could take a nap? Or should I do my homework? I don’t want papa to worry that my school work is falling behind. He’ll get suspicious then. God, when will it end? Will I ever be okay again? I’ll do my homework.
When I finally finish with my homework I hear the lock turn. Papa is home. I should go greet him. I really don’t feel like it, but I need to. So I get up and walk downstairs, pasting a happy smile on my face.
“Hello my sunflower, how was school?” “Hey papa! It was pretty normal. Nothing really interesting happened.” He smiled and sat down on the couch. “That is good. Are you and Alfred still fighting?” I force myself to pout to cover the pain I felt at the mention of his name. “Yes, he’s such a child.” He laughed and ruffled my hair. “It’ll pass.” It won’t, but I can’t tell him that.
~~~~~~~A week later~~~~~~~
I have a plan now. This emptiness has grown to be too much. It suffocates me. I often find myself unable to breath from the pressure. It’s like a dark cloud that is always over me. I intend to be rid of it, and in the process rid the world of me. I’m sorry papa, your little girl has been gone for a while, and she’s not coming back. Please though, if you could just remember her rather than the empty shell she has become, then perhaps all was not futile. Please, be okay.
I’ve already gotten all the needed materials. The pain pills from my injury two years ago are still in my room. I never used them so the bottle is full still. I just need to make it through the school day. An easy task, I’ve done it so many times. Too many times. I watch the clock count down anticipating the end.
Home, finally. Papa is still at work too. I decide to run the bath, keeping the water on a cold temperature. If it’s too warm the process will only be slower. I go grab the pills and a glass of water before returning. I get into the tub, not even bothering to remove my clothes. I dump the contents of the bottle into my hand and look at all the little white pills. Heavy pain medicine. I shove all that I can into my mouth and use the water to drink them all down.
~~~~~~~Russia’s P.O.V.~~~~~~~
Finally done with work. I’ve had a bad feeling all day so I asked to get off early. My sunflower should be home now. I open the door and the feeling gets worse. “Sunflower?” Nothing. Is that the water running? I walk up the stairs, the carpet by the bathroom door was soaking wet. Quickly I opened the door to see what was wrong, the feeling getting worse by each passing moment.
“(Name)!” She was under the water. I didn’t notice the empty pill bottle till I went to lift her out. Did she take them all? Why? “(Name) wake up! Don’t do this! Papa is here so wake up!” She’s not breathing. I need to do something.
I call the emergency number while trying to get her to breath again. “Hello, em…” “SHE’S NOT BREATHING!” “Calm down sir, where are you?” “(Address) SHE’S NOT BREATHING!” “Okay, we’re sending someone now, what happened?” “MY ….. MY DAUGHTER ….. MY LITTLE GIRL SHE TOOK ALL THE PILLS AND NOW ….” “Sir have you tried CPR?” “IT’S NOT WORKING!” I can hear the emergency vehicles already. It doesn’t take them much longer to come in and usher me out of the way.
I sit in the living room and wait. Out of their way. I feel as though my heart has been ripped out, and I can’t stop crying. My precious daughter, my little girl, my sunflower. Why would she do this? How did I not see something was wrong? Did Alfred know? No, they are fighting, right? I can’t get the sight of her out of my head. Laying there under the water, not moving. The tub overflowing because the faucet was left on. Her hair and clothing soaked through. Oh dear god is she dead? She wasn’t breathing. I can’t lose her, she’s all I have. She’s my everything. She’s the only good thing I ever did. The only good thing I ever received from that woman.
“Sir.” I looked up to the medic my breathing quickening. “We’re going to take her to the hospital now. If you would like you can follow us.” I nodded and grabbed my keys. I watched as they carried her out to the emergency vehicle on a stretcher.
There was a long tube down her throat and one of the medics was pumping air into it. Her clothes were soaked and clinging to her. Her hair was messy and sticking to her face in a weird way. Her eyes were open, but looked empty. Almost completely devoid of life itself. It hurt to see her like that. My darling girl.  
I waited hours at the hospital before a nurse finally came to get me. “(Name) Braginski’s father?” “Da.” “(Name) has not woken up yet, but the medics were able to stabilize her.” “When will she wake up?” The nurse got a sad look on her face. “It appears as though she is in a coma and we are not yet sure when she could awaken. You can go see her but you should prepare for the worse.” I’ve never felt so heartbroken in my life. My little girl may never wake up? No I refuse to believe that. She will pull through, I know it.
I follow the nurse to her room. She’s alone in here, hooked up to a machine that’s helping her breath. Theres and IV in her arm. Her hair has dried and been brushed, and her clothes have been replaced with a (least favorite color) hospital gown. She hates that color. She looks cold, the hospital blankets are thin. I should bring her blanket for her.
I sat at the side of her bed and took her hand carefully. “My darling daughter. Papa’s here. Papa will stay here as long as possible. Tomorrow Papa will even go to your school and tell them you’ll be out for a while. When you wake up Papa will be here. We can go to an amusement park and we can go window shopping, like we did when you were little. Sounds fun da?” I know I’m crying again. I know I’m shaking. I know I can’t do anything, but maybe she can hear me. Maybe she will feel motivated to wake up. God please don’t take my precious sunflower.
~~~~~~~Next day~~~~~~~
I walked down the halls to the main office to tell them that (Name) would be gone for a while, along the way I ran into Alfred. “Mr. Braginski?” “Ah, hello Alfred.” “Dude you look horrible what happened? And why are you here?” I frowned deeply. This is her best friend, I should tell him. “(Name) won’t be at school for a while, I have come to inform them of this.” “What? Why?” “She’s in a coma. Suicide attempt.” Just saying the words brought the feelings back anew. I bit back my urge to cry. “She …… she what? No but …..” “I’m sorry Alfred. If you want to go see her she’s at World point hospital. Room A206.” He nodded, his face was downcast. “I know you two have been fighting, but it would make her very happy to have you there.” He didn’t say anything, he just nodded again and excused himself.
After talking to the office people I returned to the hospital. When I walked into the room the nurse was changing her IV bag. “Ah hello Mr. Braginski, we are replacing this bag and adding a  medication in hopes it’ll help her wake up. We also need to add a feeding tube, we will be in to do that later.” I nodded and took my seat next to her. “How was she this morning.” “I’m sorry, there has been no changes.” After the nurse was done she left.
I examined her hand in mine. Her nails have been bitten down to stubs, and the skin around her fingers has been picked at. Her skin itself is extremely dry and peeling. As though she hasn’t been taking care of it. I looked over her arm. There were a few bruises here and there. They seemed to be everywhere on her body. I looked at her face. There are bags under her eyes yet she somehow looks peaceful. “Forgive me, for not seeing sooner that you were suffering. My precious sunflower, I swear you will never have to hurt again. Just wake up. Please.”
I cried many times that day. I didn’t leave her side even once. The nurses didn’t tell me to leave when visiting hours were over. They let me stay, and even tried to bring me food, but I couldn’t eat. Not with my little girl like this.
~~~~~~~Three years later~~~~~~~
She still hasn’t woken, but I refuse to allow them to cut her off. Her birth mother has come by a few times, but that woman never really cared, the only reason she stopped in was because her probation officer told her too. Alfred comes every day after school and on days there is no school. He told me about what had happened between them. I was furious,but I could also see how sorry he really was and knew that (Name) would forgive him. So I have stopped being openly upset with him, but I do not forgive him, I can not. This is all his fault after all.
I replaced the sunflowers next to her bed, as I do everyday, and looked down at her. I can’t lose hope. It’s so hard though, to continue to hope when she shows no sign of coming to. I don’t know how much more I can take. I can’t keep watching her fade away. Her skin has gotten much paler, she’s bone thin, and her hair has grown considerably long. She looks like a different person. “I’m sorry.” I mumble before turning to leave, feeling hopeless as ever. I need to call my work and update them. I open the door to leave when I heard coughing from behind me and the sound of machines beeping more frantic than usual.
I whipped around to see her. She was struggling in the bed. I was pushed out of the room when the nurses and doctors rushed in. I could see them through the glass doors holding her down and pulling out the tubes in her throat. She looked so unhappy and like it hurt. I only felt slightly sympathetic for her as my feeling of joy at her awakening overpowered any other feelings.
After about fifteen minutes I was allowed to come into the room. All they had to do now was take her vitals. I couldn’t stop smiling as I held onto her hand. Her frail hand, that could hardly move to squeeze mine back. I was careful not to hurt her. “Pa...pa….” Her voice was soft and raspy, both from not being used and from having tubes stuck down her throat for so long. “I’m here.” She smiled weakly, as though the task itself was too much work for her.
“Papa …… I’m …..so….rry …..” I shushed her. “Don’t think on it.” She closed her eyes. Her breathing was slow and almost hard to notice. Is she resting again? She probably used a lot of energy struggling earlier.
Alfred came by a little while later after school was out. I didn’t want him to enter the room till he was calm because it could have stressed my sunflower out. So he was waiting in the hall for about half an hour before I, reluctantly, let him be alone with her.
~~~~~~~Reader’s P.O.V.~~~~~~~
“(Name)!” I looked at Alfred who was by the door, it took a great deal of effort but I managed. It hurt to see him, especially after everything. I decided not to say anything, talking was too painful right now anyway. I watched as he walked over from the door and stood at the end of the bed. Thank goodness one of the nurses had helped me into a sitting position earlier otherwise looking up at him would be more of a problem. “(Name) I’m so glad you’re awake! And I’m so so so so so sorry I was such a jerk! I should have never done what I did! I should have trusted myself to protect you from her but she blackmailed me and I got scared! I know you deserve better but can you forgive me!?” He had fallen to his knees and was hunched over the edge of the bed. I could tell he was crying by the way his shoulders shook.
“Alfred……” He looked up slowly, his blue eyes shimmering with tears, and hope. “I was ….. Never mad …. Just hurt ……. I love you …… I will always …… forgive you …..” My throat was burning from the effort of speaking. It felt like hot coals. I watched Alfred slowly process my words. “You love me?” “Of course …. I do ….. Stupid ….” He smiled brightly, which made me all the more flustered. “I love you too! So much! I promise to never hurt you again! I swear on my honor as a hero! So ….. If it’s not too much, could you accept this stupid idiot, as your boyfriend?” “I suppose I …. Could ……accept you…..”
In the months that followed Alfred proved to be a really big help. As was Papa, but that’s a given. Alfred did everything he could to help improve my mood, and to help me get my strength back.  In no time I was able to walk on my own. Once my strength had mostly returned I was able to return to school. They put me in a special program to help me catch up, and everyone was much nicer to me. Though that last one could have been because of Alfred. If someone said anything even remotely rude to me he would stand up for me and scold them.
Things are good now. I have my life, I have a wonderfully supportive father, I have a caring boyfriend, and I’ve made lots of friends. I’m happy now, and so very blessed.
Rainbows of recovery (An America x Reader Pt.4)
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Part 4- Here, final.

I would like to note that I do not own the picture posted with the story, credit goes to whoever made it. (I actually don’t have time to find who artists are as most pictures were found on google, but if you do know please say who it is and I will go through the necessary precautions.) I do not own the characters or you, I only own the concept for the story.

Please remember to favorite this story and check out my profile! I write a lot of stuff and I update my ongoing stories often so feel free to watch me! Thanks! La la la la :happybounce: OMG MOAR POEMS! Dance! :eager: by darkmoon3636 :squee: 
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Hello~ I'm Alidane! I like to paint and am currently trying to write a book. Though I'm not to sure how well that will work out. Also I'm not very good at painting yet but practice makes perfect! I paint on Styrofoam boards, sometimes cardboard, and use acrylic paint. I'll sell them for maybe around 10-20 american dollars. Because I know I'm not all that good. I no longer write fanfiction. Sadly I just cant get into it anymore. I've tried but it's just not happening. Thank you for visiting my account, please come again!
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