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Drabble me through the Night | Reader x Various |Acid – Russia x Reader [200 words]

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.
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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 Readerin Reader Inserts

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Sanctuary | PrussiaxReaderxGermany | 1 |

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, togetSanctuary | PrussiaxReaderxGermany | 1 |in Reader Inserts

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Shoplifting a Heart | America x Reader | 1Shoplifting a Heart |1|

America x Reader

Fluff, Romance, Hurt/Comfort

It's not easy being poor: That was the first lesson that you learned in your short life. The poor people are always the ones that lose everything. It was an unwritten rule, an unwritten law. No one dared to question it; after all, even the poor hold what was theirs dear to them. They tried to save the few pieces that held them together like sad maniacs.

You were just like them. Just as poor, just as sad, just as maniacal. Your blurred vision, just as cloudy as the sky, searched through filled shelves full of tasty treats and basic types of food. It was the little price Shoplifting a Heart | America x Reader | 1in Reader Inserts

IFFE | HetaliaxReader | The Moderator |1||International Fun For Everyone|

The Moderator

just me

You looked at your username and felt proud of yourself. A normal username, simple, nothing too bright or flashing. But you liked it. You checked to see if it was still free – and, luckily, it was. This was great. Now you just had to fill in your E-Mail address, a password, and you were done. Thankfully, your computer worked just fine at the moment, despite his hissing that resounded once you clicked the register button. Then, you were greeted with a blank page that slowly began to fill itself with colors and text, until you were able to stare at the exact same site that you lookIFFE | HetaliaxReader | The Moderator |1|in Reader Inserts

International Fun For Everyone |HetaliaxReader| 1So, there you were. After a hard day of even harder work, you finally had time to start your computer –the old little thing you managed to buy yourself two years ago- and enjoy the quiet evening. It was already dark outside and the lonely streetlamp just down the corner flickered every now and then, the light it radiated smooth and ghostly. Just the perfect type of light for a late internet-session. You smiled to yourself and grabbed the hot drink you had prepared for this much needed break. It warmed you up from deep down inside and signaled that this evening would be one of the very few days that you could enjoy yourself. And the onlyInternational Fun For Everyone |HetaliaxReader| 1in Reader Inserts

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