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Fiolee- I'm not supposed to be in love!-Pilot3 months ago in Romance

Grimdark2 months ago in General Fiction

Neko-ItalyxReaderNeko-ItalyxReader

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You paused as you walked into the room. So many choices.

You looked around, feeling slightly crest-fallen. None of the cats really looked like on you could get along with.

Maybe you shouldn't buy a cat. You didn't know if your apartment even allowed cats.
Besides, would you really have the time to take care of one?

Sighing, you turned to leave.

"I'm really sorry Miss Elizabeta. I don't think I'm ready for a cat."

She nodded and shrugged, "Come back if you change your mind."

Sighing again, you left.

-----Time skip------

"I can't deal vith him." You looked over at your GermanNeko-ItalyxReader7 months ago in General Fiction

Key to My escape.

Perhaps my mind is better
off left in this bizarre dimension
though nothing makes sense
even to me.

So I will gladly, with the purple cat
and his cunning grin, laugh
with a
Ha ha Ha ha Ha

Or have a cup of tea with my friend
Mad Hatter. But, shhhhhhhhh

La La La La La
Don't tell him that
it is not his tea what
I desire on my virgin lips.

Even the shade of the
painted roses, cannot
compare to my telltale blush.

But once awake, I look around
to the world I despise.
Desperately searching for
my white rabbit
with his ticking clock

To no avail, here I sit
wishing for the key to my escape
to my WoKey to My escape.2 years ago in General Fiction

100 Things I, Romano, Can't Do((Triggering content ahead: incredibly offensive humor that some may or may not enjoy. Also, this is old as shit, so it's bad.))

100 Thing I, Romano, Can Not Do.

1) I can not flirt with Spain to get him to do my bidding.

2) Even if it works, damnit.

3) I can not call Germany a potato bastered around Feliciano.

4) It makes him cry.

5) Fuck if I know why, damnit.

6) I can not cuss about everything.

7) Especilly the 'Lords' name.

8) Apperantly, I'll go to hell if I do.

9) Not that it matters damn it.

10) Do not 'tempt France' by wearing skirts.

11) Shorts are also to be avoided.

12) Or anything revealing.

13) 10-12 apply to Spain t100 Things I, Romano, Can't Do3 years ago in Humor

Walking. A noise. I turn. Nothing.
Nothing behind me. I walk again, then look down. A shadow, of a tall tall man, and tenticle like shadows behind him. He puts a hand on my shoulder, his mouth parting into a gooey demise of teeth. He won't hurt me. He's always there. No one believes me when I talk about him. A tall man, very tall, with no face. I never hear him, but he's here. When I walk in my neighborhood. It's dark and gloomy, storm clouds coming and the kids all inside, fearing the storm. The woods blow with eerie winds. They say something lives there, so old and so ancient. I walk alone, sometimes slow on my road. I look at the grey skiGuardian8 months ago in Horror

Hope Ch.9 EdWin

Ed stepped off the train, and stretched his arms above his head, groggy from the nap he had just awakened from. It felt weird to be traveling without Al, but Ed didn't want to chance him finding out something he shouldn't, so he shrugged off the feeling. Scratching the back of his head, he began to walk towards the street, but was interupted when he heard someone call his name. He looked around, but couldn't spot anyone he recognized in the bustling crowd so, he continued on walking until he heard it again. Sighing, he looked back to see if maybe he might spot a familiar, and with some luck, he was able to spot Mustang making his way towards Hope Ch.9 EdWin2 years ago in General Fiction

The audience awaits (Punk EnglandXReader)Distinguished. Proper. Neat and tidy.

That was how you were known at school. Little did they know......

You smiled, humming along to your earphones. You listened to a wide variety of things, ranging from old rock music to K- and J-pop. At the moment though you were infatuated with punk music. In fact you liked it so much you'd even started to dress that way.

You really liked the dress-style, it looked cool and rather good on you. Only thing was, you had no idea what your friends' reaction would be. Or anyone's reaction for that matter. Especially.....

So you'd taken to wearing your new clothes whenever you came home. Parading about in theThe audience awaits (Punk EnglandXReader)9 months ago in Romance

England X Reader: Not That DrunkEngland X Reader
Not That Drunk

"Stupid Arthur…" you grumbled to yourself, taking another swig of your drink, effectively finishing your 4th beer. "…And that stupid, freakin' police force, I tell ya *hic* now, they've stolen my best friend!"

Sighing, you crossed your arms on the bar and nestled your head in comfortably. When you felt someone gently tap you on the shoulder you looked up to see Mathias, a regular at the pub, grinning down at you.
"Hey _____," he said, cheerfully running a hand through his sexy gelled up blonde hair. "Where's Sergeant Bushy-Brows?"

You scoffed at the mention of Arthur and straightened up on your sEngland X Reader: Not That Drunk1 year ago in Romance

RomanoxReader The Curl"Can I pull it please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No..."

"Please?!"

"No!"

You looked at your Italian boyfriend Lovino.

"Why not?" You asked, crossing your arms.

"Because, I said no." He crossed his arms.

"Why? There has to be a reason!"

"Because, I don't want you to pull it." He said, standing up and walking out of the room.

You waited until he fell asleep on the couch, watching TV. You snuck over to the couch and looked down at the peacfully sleeping Italian. You reached towards the curl, your hand inches away, you were just about to pull it when his eyes snapped open and grabbed your hand quickly.

"What the hell (Name)?!"

"Plan failed..RomanoxReader The Curl9 months ago in Romance

Control your emotions 10Discl: Naruto is property of Masashi Kishimoto
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A seven-year-old boy with scars on his cheeks stood in the middle of the street, glaring head-on right back at the people who gave him dirty looks. Some people spit in his direction, though the saliva would never be able to cross such a distance anyway. Women guided their children away from him, whispering things like, "Don't look at him" and "If I ever catch you with that boy you'll be grounded for a month".

"Demon."

The child raised his fists, shouting, "I'm not a demon! Anyone who calls me a demon Control your emotions 102 years ago in General Fiction

RomanoxReader: Like An Angel

Drip. Drip.

Romano awoke suddenly, hearing what sounded like beautiful little droplets of water hitting against the heavens.

Looking around, you noticed he was a probably child once more. Everything seemed so much taller suddenly, the trees in the random forest he was in towering over him. Seeking for any source to show his own reflection, he ran through the forest for a puddle or a lake or something.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The noise became louder coming from the direction to which he was headed. He ran until he tripped over something-a rock or a root-into a clearing. Compared to the surrounding areas which were black as nRomanoxReader: Like An Angel1 year ago in Romance

My Little DashieOk, don't worry yourselves everyone. This is not a drill. Due to Deviant Art's word cap, I realized a bunch of edits going into my story have not been getting updated. So, I made a Google Doc which you can follow here https://docs.google.com/document/d/1NwdIJMALxxi6egHz832IuNIHy1J7JAqulJFoGeLM5tY/edit?hl=en_US or an actual hyperlinky thingy below in the description. I was gonna just delete this and re-post something about it, but with so many of you commenting I was just overcome by your words. So, I wanted to keep them so that I can remember you all! Thanks!

Also, for additional fan work (art, writings, etc) check out my favorite gallery caMy Little Dashie2 years ago in General Fiction

Finale: Reunion.

"I have to make a phone call to the gym!" Roy yelled as his voice was drowned by the helicopter departing nearby.

Roy and Mae had just arrived in Sootopolis city. The wealthy young man had to arrange a private flight for them to travel in the city as it was impossible to reach the isolated island by other means of transportation besides water related ones.

The blustering wind played roughly with Mae's dark shoulder length hair which was thrown into a messy, yet presentable bun. It caused her to drop her purse as she quickly tried to hold her hair in place. She had spent a great amount of time making sure it looked nice for her meeting with Finale: Reunion.1 year ago in Romance

More Than A Nip :Jack FrostXReader:Ice skating.

Whoever had invented the idea in terms of it being a "fun way to pass the time" was a complete and utter idiot.

Stumbling around on the surface of a frozen lake on too-tight for comfort ice skates that squeezed and pinched your feet in the most uncomfortable way as you waddled around like a penguin was not your idea of fun. It was the complete opposite. It was horrendous, absolutely exhausting, humiliating, and just completely and utterly a waste of your valuable time.

Then again, being that you had moved out to the middle of nowhere right when winter had decided to kick in, it wasn't like you had anything better to do.

You sMore Than A Nip :Jack FrostXReader:7 months ago in Romance

I still remember the day I got my first ever Pokémon game. I was around 8-10 years old at the time.My mum and dad had just came back from a shopping trip and I was in my room busying myself with my only Pokémon related game at the time: Pokémon Stadium. I mashed the buttons on the control wildly as the oncoming attack from the opponent Dragonair sent my Jolteon's health quickly down to zero, I was just about to send out the next Pokémon in my teams line-up when my mum called me from downstairs. The console's remote fell to the floor with a loud clunk (something I would regret in later life as I now only have one working reDOSZAP1 year ago in Horror

ItalyxReaderxRomano -Pt 1-

"Italy! Stop squirming so I can finish!" You complained, wiping away the sweat with one arm while using the other to work.

The Italian's eyes were brimming with fresh tears,"But bella, you're hurting me!"

Romano grabbed Italy and held him still as you continued to wrap the white gauze around his wounds. "Thank you Romano. And Italy, how do you manage to get hurt all the time?"

"B-because whenever I train with Germany, I always fall- OW!" He squealed as tears fell from his eyes as you tightened the bandages on his scraped knees.

"Shut up fratello!" Romano complained as he held his sobbing, writhing brotheItalyxReaderxRomano -Pt 1-1 year ago in Romance

America x Reader - HeroHetalia: America x Reader fic
Hero
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Thunder rumbled, shaking your entire house and causing you to stiffen. Stupid weather... you couldn't believe it. Why did it have to rain on Halloween night?!

"So much for trick-or-treaters..." you sighed sadly, looking at the large bowl of candy on the table. Your mom and dad had left earlier for a Halloween party, so you told them that you would distribute the candy. You never cared for trick-or-treating anyway. You then looked at yourself in the mirror. You had even put on a costume for the kids. It was a witch costume that you had worn for a couple years now, but you didn't mind. You could America x Reader - Hero2 years ago in General Fiction

One Feisty Feline [Cat!Romano X Human!Reader]

"I'm home!" you called out as you pushed open your front door. Hands full of grocery bags, you close the door with your foot. Not a minute after announcing your presence in the house, a blur ran out from your room and over to your legs. Standing there, nuzzling your shin was your tabby cat, Romano.

Romano had become extremely protective of you once you had found out that you were pregnant. Your fiancé, whose child you were pregnant with, was currently overseas on military business, so you were left alone with Romano. You had just gotten your cat around the time your fiancé and you had started dating. He had always been rather proteOne Feisty Feline [Cat!Romano X Human!Reader]10 months ago in General Fiction

British Stereotypes..

"Arthur?"

The blond haired english man looked towards his friend (your name), raising an eyebrow in the process.

"Yes (your name)?"

Without warning, the blond man's eyes widened as (your name) opened his mouth as if trying to seek some buried teasure. She peered into his mouth and stared at his teeth.

"You don't have bad teeth Arthur!"

"Bloody hell woman!?" Arthur turned red, realizing how close her mouth was to his, however the girl in front of him didn't care.

(Your name) pulled out a small notepad and paper and checked something off.

Arthur began to get curious.

"What's that (your name)..?" he asked as calmly as he could. HeBritish Stereotypes..6 months ago in Humor

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Neko-CanadaxReaderNeko-CanadaxReader

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The meowing from the cats was loud. There had to be at least thirty cats there.
"Are you looking for a particular type of cat?"

"No. Not really..." You twirled a lock of hair around your finger. "Are there any kittens?"

"Yes!" Elizabeta clapped her hands. "Only one though, the other two where adopted." Nodding you followed her over to a cardboard box.
Inside was a smallish beige and white cat. It had the most vibrant purple eyes you had ever seen.

"This is Matthew. His father, Francis, is that one over there." You looked over at the fluffy white cat.
"Um I'll take him!" ReacNeko-CanadaxReader8 months ago in General Fiction

Neko-RussiaxReaderNeko-RussiaxReader

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So many cats!!!
Big cats, tiny cats. Every color possible.

How to choose? Frowning you scanned the room. You wanted a cat that wasn't very well liked by the others. One that you could shower with affection.
A large gray brown cat sat off to the side. The other cats skirted around it.

Perfect.

"Can I have that guy?" You squeaked pointing towards him.

Elizabeta looked surprised, "You sure? Nobody really likes that cat. Sometimes people do adopt him, but they always bring him back."
You felt your heart throb in sympathy. You had to have that cat. "I am one hundred percent suNeko-RussiaxReader8 months ago in General Fiction

Hetalia x Reader- The Beach

(read description first please :D this story will have multiple ending so you pick who you end up with)

You adjusted the strap on your favorite bathing suit and looked in the mirror. (h/c) hair swept up into a high pony, (e/c) eyes with waterproof mascara, and your favorite (color) swimsuit on.

You were ready for the beach. Your friends had invited you out to the beach on their private island for the weekend and you had happily agreed. Why did they have a private beach you ask? Well because you were friends with the personifications of the countries.

And being countries they could get practically anything they wanted, including an island. Hetalia x Reader- The Beach11 months ago in Humor

Daddy Dearest: EnglandXReader Chapter 2

"Alfred, it's time for dinner!" you called upstairs.

You set down the dinner on the dining room table. You had set the table before preparing the meal – spaghetti and meatballs. Arthur was out at work, so you offered to watch Matthew and Alfred for him, so you and the boys were having dinner alone. Ever since the day you rescued the boys from the park, you had been coming over more often, cooking more often as well, because apparently, Arthur was a terrible cook. You made sure to leave all of the leftovers for them. You didn't mind coming over. The boys had grown on you. Whenever you weren't studying for classes, at work or in class Daddy Dearest: EnglandXReader Chapter 21 year ago in Romance

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