Trouble is Afoot (Steampunk!Hetalia x Reader) by live-for-the-stars, literature
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Trouble is Afoot (Steampunk!Hetalia x Reader)
The weather outside wasn’t very pleasant. However, considering that it was England, it was very rare for the atmospheric conditions to be anything else.
The cloud’s teardrops created tsunamis of dejection as they fell upon the earth’s soil with relentless and powerful bullets of maliciousness; bringing themselves into huddles of self-pity as they tried to cover their shame. Their retribution wasn’t unaided however; as the wind’s ferocious screams blew against every gentleman and lady who dared to walk out in such murderous conditions. With the cold heart of the wind and the painful tears of the clouds, Arthur Ki
England X Reader - The Key by ThatOneFandom, literature
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England X Reader - The Key
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It was rather warm for this time of the year, but not warm enough to see the sun outside. Railway was wet from the heavy rain that stopped minutes ago and one could see the small puddles that the rain drops created on the side of the road.
Walls of the small carriage, I was in, had white details near the window that matched the seats, and hair colour of the man that was facing me.
“Ladies do not bite their nails.” Said Matthew with a stern voice, not even looking at me.
“They are not told what to do by their butlers either.” I replied. Rattling noises filled the
Resurrectionist (Steampunk!France x Reader) by vienna-kangaroo, literature
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Resurrectionist (Steampunk!France x Reader)
It wasn't the first time you missed the moon.
You were hardly able to see your skin through the dirt, caked around the grave's crumbling walls. The skull itself was stained badly when you lifted it clear; feeling the whole thing over, your fingers worried at where the bone dipped and shallowed, falling into ghostly recesses. Luckily it was one of those older skeletons, dug from a quieter graveyard, for you could never in your life fancy the notion of rummaging through the flesh-sticky remnants of a child before her prime.
The rest of the body was turned in oddly beneath your feet, twisted. Patches of bleached white showed up through the d
America x Reader: Through the skies by begitte, literature
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America x Reader: Through the skies
“Whohoo! This works perfectly!”
You were standing on top of a skateboard you had made yourself, surfing down the dim streets of your well-known Aethali*. The engine behind you whirred, not too loud, and not completely silent, as it sped up your speed down the streets, which was more or less devoid of people, making it the perfect testing-grounds of your newest invention.
This was what you normally did; you would find some gears and items scattered around on the streets, bring them home, and make something new out of it. Your parents were not too happy about your hobby, wishing you instead would do something others your age would
Tick Tock England x Reader by rogueskylar, literature
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Tick Tock England x Reader
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. That sound was calming to England. It wasn’t coming from the clocks on the wall, or the one in his pocket. Their broken faces had long silenced their ticking. He had to. This single ticking object was the only one he had to hear. Without it, He would go mad. He couldn’t ever let that ticking stop. He looked up from his book to see his love reading as well. He smiled then and soon closed his book and got up.
“Come on love… You’re looking a bit dingy. I need to polish you up.” They looked up then slowly, but soon got up and walked with him. Arthur kept an arm around theirs smiling. He