Dragon!Reader x Hunters!Nordics - (1/?)Dragon!Reader x Hunters!Nordics - (1/?)Nightsevera
Note: Here is the first chapter. Now to finish up the last chapter of the Shapeshifter series and then Denmark's story
Chapter 1: The Hunters
The cold winter air blew calmly as snowflakes fell slowly from the gray, clouded sky. It was a cold day like any other, same as the last, but ever changing. The world was changing slowly, but in your eyes it moved much faster than it did to humans. Their lifespan was almost a blink of an eye to you. Because dragons like yourself lived for many centuries if not more.
Although, your kind’s number were slowly dwindling down because of hunters. A dragon’s scales and hide were saught out for armor, clothing, or jewelry. Most hunters just hunted your kind for sport thou
Canada x Reader - Plushie ConfessionAProudHetalian
Sleepovers with Matthew and his brother Alfred always proved themselves to be eventful.
Whether or not that was a good thing, you’ve yet to decide.
“Matthew, help! Your– brother– is– choking– me!”
“C-C’mon now Alfred, let _____ go, it’s just a movie–”
“NO! Oh god, DO NOT OPEN THAT CLOSET!”
Having completely disregarded Matthew’s attempts at making Alfred let you go, the American instead chose to grab onto Matthew too, ensnaring him in his death grip in his fit of fear.
Why did you accept their invitation for a sleepover again?
Because of Matthew.
Not saying it like it’s a bad thing, but your longtime, shy Canadian friend Matthew was someone you happened to harbor feelings for; and due to these feelings, you usually wanted to be around him, an
Sick!England x Reader - Bath TalkAProudHetalian
You were greeted with the gentle, faint aroma of tea and roses once you opened the door to your English friend’s house, his spare key clutched in your hand as you peered inside.
There was nothing out of the ordinary; as usual, Arthur’s house was kept in wonderful condition, with everything clean and not a speck of dust in sight. Closing the door behind you, you quickly locked it and put the key away before sighing.
Arthur had called you earlier, requesting that you come over. He was bedridden at the moment, and he absolutely refused to bring over Alfred to take care of him since last time the American had tried to place a hamburger on his head as a way of curing him.
It was funny, yes, but Arthur had informed you that he’d rather not have ‘that greasy morsel’ – you were quoting his words – on his forehead.
“Arthur?” you called out softly, quietly climbing the stairs so you wouldn’t disturb the ill Englishman.
HetaOni- (Hetalia X Reader) Chapter 1SilveretteWolf13
ThE ManSiOn WheRe NonE ShOuLD EntEr
"Ve~ It's-a really here," Italy bubbled.
"It's enormous," You said in awe, tipping your head back to get the full view of the colossal mansion.
It was elegantly designed, reminding you of some old Victorian house, but the ivy crawling up the sides sent a chill down your spine. Surrounded by ominously swaying trees and shadows lurking everywhere, a murky pond to the left of the dirt path, and situated in the center of nowhere up in the mountains, it was unsettlingly quiet out here. There was a silence that hung in the air, a pressing silence that you could hardly find anywhere anymore. A sense of unease clung to the atmosphere. The only exception to the unbreakable quiet was the wind that blew through the trees, making an eerie sound that was constantly in the background, and your soft footsteps on the pathway.
"I thought it was just a rumor," Japan stated, eyeing the h
Memories (Teacher!England x Student!Reader) Part 1~28 years old~Sleepy-Corinne
You got up, stretched and yawned. Today was a wonderful, sunny and bright day, which meant that you were going to start the day with some strong black tea.
As soon as you made yourself some tea you started making a sandwich – usually, you didn’t have breakfast, due to your lack of appetite in the mornings, but today you were unusually hungry.
As you were spreading butter over your toast, two arms wrapped around your waist.
“Morning, love.” Your usually grumpy husband greeted.
“Good morning, Artie! How did you sleep?” You asked, giggling, as you got back to preparing your sandwich.
“Quite well, until I woke up only to find the spot next to me empty.” He dramatically sighed.
You gently pat his cheek and set the knife you used to spread the butter over your toast in the sink.
“Don’t dramatize so much, dear.”
And with that, you went to the living room. You sat down on the sofa and started eating your breakfast