Missed You Madly- England/Reader by PrincessJodie, literature
Literature
Missed You Madly- England/Reader
Arthur let a small sigh expell from between his bitten lips, sinking further into the yeilding confines of the sofa. Between ink-stained fingers he cradled an ancient book, one from a time he couldn't recall (though he doubted he'd actually want to, in retrospect). He let his pale hands ghost over the yellowed pages and faded words, drinking them in with his darkened eyes and savouring the warm evening light flooding through the window. It was fragrant and sultry, the windows thrown wide open and allowing the perfumed aroma of roses to filter through into the cozy sitting-room. The entire expanse seemed to glow gold and shades of amber, radie
ItalyxReader: Notebook Entries by mamoru14, literature
Literature
ItalyxReader: Notebook Entries
“Ve . . . W-where’s Bella?”
Feliciano Vargas walked around the school looking for (Name). It was after school and she suddenly disappeared into thin air. He was a little worried about that, since it’s been happening a little more often recently. But Feliciano was more worried that she wasn’t telling him about it.
He looked around, seeing the people in the halls, but not (Name). He looked in the library and finally found her sitting at a table, scribbling into that notebook. “Ciao, Bella~!”
“Eh . . .?” (Name) looked up, and closed the notebook in a flash. “Hi, Feliciano, how are y
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Your Guardian Angel [France x Reader] by lupus-astra, literature
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Your Guardian Angel [France x Reader]
"I hate the way they talk about you." (Name) locked eyes with the Frenchman, her gaze unwavering and fixated completely on him. "I hate the way they look at you. They don't know you like I know you. They all just need to learn their place and shut up. Why don't you ever tell them off, Francis?"
Francis Bonnefois merely smiled softly and shrugged, his crystalline blue eyes not quite looking into the (h/c) haired young woman's own (e/c) ones.
"Because I do not see the need to, mon amour. I don't exactly mind, you see. Let them think what they want. As long as I have you, everything is perfectly fine to me."
(Name) petulantly crossed her arms
"Name your game Iain."
"Chicken."
"Terms."
The man scanned the area around him, the empty playground in the middle of the night to see an abandoned swing set under the light of a nearby street lamp. He grinned.
"Whoever jumps aff at th' hi'est point wins." Both of you grinned, fire in your eyes as you went over to the swings.
Both of you started pumping your legs back and forth, going higher and higher. The only think running through your minds was to beat the other and do so with pride. Iain was about two yards high when he jumped off, knowing you couldn't stand the height you were at.
Looking down at the ground, you coul
Accents [Italy x Reader] by lupus-astra, literature
Literature
Accents [Italy x Reader]
"Veh~ I'll be right over, (name)! Give-a me ten minutes! Ciao!"
Your lips spread into a pleased smile as you hung up the phone, gazing around your kitchen with hope. It was well known throughout your circle of friends that cooking and you had a love-hate relationship—food loved to burn under your not-so-watchful eyes, and you hated every notion of having to prepare meals for someone other than yourself.
However, today would be different. A good friend of yours had promised to come over in an attempt to assist you concoct the easiest of dishes (or so he proclaimed) in the world—pasta.
You weren't that surprised, considering it w
Scotland x Reader ~Ashen Fell~ Final by GydroZMaa, literature
Literature
Scotland x Reader ~Ashen Fell~ Final
~Ashen Fell~Final
Thank goodness you decided to take those reading lessons instead of sewing. Ever since Allistor was placed in charge of the Kirklands' factory management, he was running back and forth without an ounce of rest. There were times when you would hear him get up in the night from the room across from yours and dash outside to his brother's office because he would have an urgent call. Then there were the times when he would return with his energy mentally and physically drained. Dark circles were forming around his eyes, and he wasn't responding to your voice anymore; in fact, he stopped kissing you, even holding you.
It wasn't