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 Be Mine! Demon EnglandXReader Chapter 2 Disclaimer: WE DO NOT OWE HETALIA! IT BELONGS TO Hidekazu Himaruya SO DO NOT SUE US! I'M BEGGING YOU! She suddenly heard another voice. "You know it’s not very polite to force a woman if she already refused you..." a voice commented. The three assailants heard the voice coming from a man who had blonde hair with messy hairstyle. "Piss off boy!" the shorter assailant warn the mysterious man. "You better run along if you know what's good for you punk!" the other assailant holding the knife warns the mysterious man and then shows him his blade. The warnings of the three assailants didn't seem

       "I'm sorry, but I'm just not interested in this kind of thing. It's really uncool to say the least." Soul placed his hands behind his head in a lazy sort of way, and continued walking down the tree lined road. "I don't even understand how this kind of exercise could be helpful to us." He snorted. "Lord Death probably just wanted everyone gone for a while or something like that." "I can kind of understand it." Taking a few steps off the trail, you looked inside the hollow of a tree. "It does teach us to be vigilant, and competitive. Not only that, but it is pretty good for us to be outside and moving around. We could all use the vitami

Life With Jack Frost Chapter 36: You woke up and looked round and realized that last night is not a dream. You looked at the sleeping guardian beside you while hugging you tightly. You turned and stared at him until he woke up. The winter spirit blinked a couple of times and touched your face. "Good morning…" said the young guardian. "Good morning." You responded, "and Merry Christmas". The winter spirit moved closer and gave you a warm kiss and parted after. "And you are the best gift that had ever received." He responded and kissed you deeper. "I want to take you somewhere." Added the young guardian. "Ok…" you said while

     You walked along the halls of Hogwarts at night all the time. You never got caught because Snape was always the one to find you and since you were, other than Draco, his favorite student, he never cared. Why you wondered the halls were a mystery, even to yourself, it just felt nice to have alone time with yourself because Zabini or Pansy were always by your side and you couldn’t ever get away from the two.     You loved being alone but the only time you got it was at night. Blaise nor Pansy ever dared to break the rules which made you even a better Slytherin then them so it gives you a better chance with Draco, but with only proba

Armin had fallen asleep again, studying the books that Hanji had lent to him. You sighed, walked over to him and looked down at what he was reading. The Study of a Titan's Anatomy. Definitely Hanji, no doubt on that. You poked his shoulder. In return, he groaned and shifted, but otherwise stayed sleeping. Knowing that there was no use in trying to wake him up, you went and grabbed a blanket to cover him up with. You made sure that the top was pulled on him far enough up to where it wouldn't slip off while he slept. Once you were satisfied with this, you blew out a few of the candles in the room, leaving one on in case he woke up in the middl

Armin stares into your eyes, your beautiful (e/c) eyes. Oh how he loved those eyes, they were so soft and gentle. He leaned down and started covering your neck in kisses, undoing the first two buttons of your shirt to get at your collar bones and shoulders. He leaned back and sat on your hips, rocking ever so slightly causing you to moan quietly. You were so beautiful, your face was hot a flustered, your neck and shoulders were covered in Armin’s marks. Armin started to undo your shirt as he rocked. “You’re so beautiful (Name)” he said softly “I love you. You’re so beautiful and perfect and sexy, oh the thi

Emotional Intelligence    My name is Daidouji Tomoyo.    I am fifteen years old; I am not a naïve child, but do not expect me to behave with unfaltering maturity.    I am tall and slim;  I have past waist length blackish-purple hair, lilac eyes, and pale skin.    And I am waiting.    He is late again; I sigh. Always, always late. Hiiragizawa Eriol was once punctual, polite, staid, but ultimately rather. We have corrupted him, my friends and I. He is now, for want of a better word, normal.    Well, nearly normal.    I am alone in the music room. I leave my bag on a nearby desk, and do a few vocal exercises to warm my voice