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Drabble me through the Night | Reader x Various |Acid – Russia x Reader [200 words]Drabble me through the Night | Reader x Various | by ~Schwer-von-Begriff
Acid.
It is all that you feel.
It burns your skin and you can feel your tongue melting – a metallic, sharp taste of hell itself.
What a cruel, cruel world.
The person that stands above you laughs.
Cruelly.
And yet, somehow, as innocent as a child.
All you can do is scream for air and shiver in fear as large, rough hands grab your ruined and demolished body.
They caress you with care – a touch so soft, yet frozen, to the skin of the healthy ones.
But you feel like dying.
He doesn’t even care that his fingertips start to melt away and the smell of death flesh begins to fill the air.

Of Rats And Birds | England x ReaderPast midnight, at a time where father moon was shining bright, twinkling together with millions of stars and illuminating the world under him and his little servants, was one of the many times that one of the countless beings that graced this earth picked up a paintbrush, quite the old kind of a graceful tool to create fantasies and dreams just as graceful, stuck in a framed cobweb of imagination. It truly was a dying little excuse for something that should look as stunning as the pictures it drew. This paintbrush was broken in the middle, with an end as sharp as a knife. Dried paint was splattered all over it and it appeared to be more paintOf Rats And Birds | England x Reader by ~Schwer-von-Begriff

Sanctuary | PrussiaxReaderxGermany | 1 |Sanctuary | PrussiaxReaderxGermany | 1 | by ~Schwer-von-Begriff
Sanctuary
Prussia x Reader x Germany
Rated 17+
|Chapter 1: Let us Pray|
It was the last day of the last week of the month. It was the last day of the last month of the year. The old city sparkled to life once more, and despite that people prepared themselves for parties and fireworks; the church was still as busy as ever. It was the early, cold morning breeze that send countless Christians inside the warm halls of God himself. Inside the light painted requiem for his son the chatter of sleepy children, happy mothers and praying grandmothers resounded, forming a song to which nobody knew the lyrics. Only the soft mumblings of the nuns, toget

BTTxReader- I Don't Care If I'm Selfish- P1BTTxReader- I Don't Care If I'm Selfish- P1 by ~Katrucha
BTTxReader- I Don't Care If I'm Selfish- P1
Gilbert's arm was around my waist. He was drunk again, and I had to drive him home like always, because he knew for a fact that I don't drink.
"Ahahahahaha!" Gilbert was laughing maniacally, and it was creeping me out.
"What?"
"Bow down to my awesomeness!"
"Yes Mr.Awesome, but I have to drive you home first."
I shoved him into the backseat, and buckeled him up nice and tightly. I turned the radio on, and drove to his house in silence. Well it was silent except for him singing to the radio. Pulling up to his apartment, I exited my car, opened one of the back doors, unbuckled Gilbert, and pulled hi

All fonts for dAAll fonts for dA by ~mik-68
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