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Honda Kiku(japan x reader)
Your heart throbbed at the emotions portrayed by the monochrome characters on the page. The protagonist seemed both forlorn and furious at the same time as he held the girl he’d been unable to save in his arms, not caring about the crimson liquid that stained his skin. Turning the page you saw the crazed smile of the antagonist before the final chapter ended.
“No!” Groaning in frustration at the cliff-hanger, you closed the sixth book of your current manga series before leaning your head back against the rough bark of the sakura tree. A lone petal landed on the tip of your nose that was now pink with the early April chill. Pushing yourself up from your position at the base of the trunk, you returned the book to your bag and began to stroll among the enchanting trees that were in full bloom all around you. Just as you were beginning to feel a little less than warm surrounded by the crisp spring air, a familiar voice called out to you; soft, yet cle
A Pirate's PossessionPart I: Stowaways
"There's a ship over there Toris!" "I don't know about that one Alfred." Toris replied warily, "Don't you find it a little odd that the ship isn't in the docking bay with all the other ships?"
"What are you talking about? It'll be fine and the fact that it isn't in the docking bay will only make it easier to sneak onto." The overly optimistic companion stated.
"I still have my doubts about this one though. I mean why would someone anchor their ship near a cliff? And what's with that weird flag?" Toris pointed to the strange flag that was clearly a United Kingdom flag with a menacing skull on it.
"Stop being such a worry wart, I'm sure it'll be fine. Besides it beats the hell out of staying here and getting caught." Alfred said ignoring his friend's warnings.
"I don't know I think we should keep looking Al. It's creeping me out the more I stare and think about it."
"What! No way! We've already looked all around the docks and we didn't find a single ship that wasn'
Letting Loose Pt.1 -- GerItaSilence.
It was the first thing Germany noticed as he woke up in the morning.
Silence. And too much of it.
Not that the German didn't enjoy the rare moments of time to himself; on the contrary, he longed to have much more of them. If it wasn't paperwork, it was a certain Italian clinging to him, and if it wasn't Italy, it was his brother up to his antics, and if it wasn't Prussia, it was a Frenchman subtly hinting on him, or a much more angry Italian screaming at him, or an Austrian scolding him, or an endless amount of possibilities.
But this moment of silence left him wary. Yes, he often didn't know what to do with himself when he actually had a moment alone, but to wake up alone was a completely different feeling. There was no Italian in his bed, which was rare but not unlikely; the man did go home on occasion, but it was usually heralded by an unprecedented amount of clinging and tears (and a lot of begging for hugs and kisses, but thinking about those aspects only made him blush).
The Tag Wars -- GerIta AUIt was necessity, not choice.
It was a necessity for Ludwig to patrol the streets at night; stern, but always wary, fingers always ready to wrap around the smooth handle of the gun at his side.
It was a necessity for him to be paranoid, always watching his back, waiting for someone to strike at any moment.
It was a necessity for him to fight, to be caught up in wars about things he had no say in or any opinion on. He was a soldier, nothing more than a dog in a much bigger game he was forced to play.
It was only out of necessity that Ludwig was a criminal.
This was not the life he had imagined for himself when he was younger. His dreams had revolved around being on the right side of the law; getting a good job, having a nice house, maybe even having a family.
They had never revolved around being stuck on the street, fighting for his life at every turn. He had never imagined to be caught up in gang wars, drug sales, and death dealing, never expected to be living in little more than a ric
A Pirate's PossessionPart III: Behind Closed Doors
"Here" Ivan said throwing Alfred into a room, "And if you even think of escaping just remember that I have your friend." Alfred managed to get a quick glimpse of Toris' terrified face before the door closed. He listened to the heavy footsteps of the Russian walk down the hall as he took his friend to do who knows what.
Toris was lead down the hall to a different room. He looked around; the room was much smaller than the one that they had thrown Alfred into. It had a bed in one corner with a trunk at the foot of it there was also a small desk with a lantern on it and a few papers. "Please sit down." The large man said as he motioned for Toris to sit down next to him on the bed.
"Umm thank you." The Lithuanian said quietly as he took the seat.
As they sat there in silence worry began to take over Toris' thoughts. He knew he could probably survive but Al just didn't know when to keep his mouth shut sometimes on top of being annoying. The captain seem
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