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 "Keep moving, da?" growled a deep voice behind you. Jumping a bit, you looked and saw it was Ivan, probably the scariest kid in school. Even seniors were scared of the dark Russian freshman. You were no exception, you were terrified. Then again, you were scared of pretty much anyone. Not outwardly like your friend Feliciano; you were just really shy. You didn't have many friends, due to your shy nature, but the ones you had were really kind and understanding about your shyness. At that moment, you were walking with them: Ludwing, Feliciano and Kiku. "S-sorry Ivan" you practically whispered in your shy voice, getting so far out of the way tha

Of Pirates and Assassins Pirate!England X Assassin!Reader You quickened your pace down the hallway to catch up to Arthur and Cole. As you approached the old wooden door that led up to the deck, you could make out the muffled sounds of angry shouting emanating from behind it. Arthur appeared to get more agitated by the second. When the three of you made it to the door, he slammed it open and stormed out onto the deck with an amused you and a nervous Cole trailing close behind him. You had to cover your mouth with your hand to stifle the laughter that threatened to burst forth once you observed the scene before you. Red head number one and

THAT Kind of Dad Father!Scotland x Reader Your father…  YOUR father…oh that man was definitely a dad alright.  And you were definitely your dad's little angel; his princess, baby, et cetera.  That man was Alistair Kirkland and if anything were certain, if any boy laid a finger on you, that finger would be missing in a heartbeat.  Your father, in other words, was the most stuck up, protective, condescending man on the planet, but…he was your father. Your palms were sweaty, knees weak, and your nerves were in overdrive as you entered your house.  It wasn't that you were scared of your father, no, it was the fact that you were scared for the

[F/n]'s [h/l] hair flew in the wind with her as she flew through the village of Stohess, her squad following close behind her. Her squad and the rest of the Survey Corps admired her like the first piece of candy ever made. She was a great fighter, excellent with 3DMG. Almost even better in Hand-to-hand combat. "She's sure a great Squad Leader, Isn't she Levi?" Hanji said dreamily. "As if. Her posture when she's using 3DMG is horrible. Her cleaning is even worse." "You always find something about any person to insult them with." Hanji sighed as her and Levi watched you train with your squad. Your squad consisted of Armin, Mikasa, Sasha, an

2p!Hetalia x Half-Neko!Country!Reader You sat in your living room watching T.V. with your brothers, Luciano and Flavio Vargas other-wise known as Italy and Romano. You were the personification of the city of Rome and on top of that you were half-neko. In other words, you have (h/c) cat ears and a matching tail. Then you heard the phone ring. You picked it up and put it to your ear. “Hello?” you said into the receiver. “Hey (y/n)!” your friend Oliver, other-wise known as England, called back happily. “Hey, Oliver. What’s up?” you asked with a smile as your tail swished back and forth happily, even tho

The tavern was alive with the sounds of cheery fiddles and drunken dance steps. Pointless conversations floated upon the thick atmosphere of sweat and bad breath. A man passed by you, staring with strained eyes as if trying to ascertain which gender you were—apparently your masculine disguise was working perfectly. You adjusted your dark hat further down over your eyes, pushing your way past the confused barfly towards the back of the building. At last, you spied who you were looking for. A burly man with a brandy-stained beard and a jungle of chest hair sat at a long table in the corner near the bar. His eyes were made of cold steel;

This is in the old times, so don't expect the police to come and arrest those guys. Although that would be hilarious. ~~ You frowned as you spotted the rich, snobby fancy girls walking down the street (( It's made out of stone)) " Ew....couldn't you at least have these polished?" One of the girls, Melissa (( If your name is Melissa, make it Izzy)) said as she picked up one of his fresh kiwis " These don't need to be polished...." The old seller said. She scowled. " At my house, everything is polished, you can at least do that." She spat as she threw the kiwi at the ground. The old man looked down in shame. You growled at her. They were al