Vilkas x Reader : I hate that I like you PT1 by mbutler12, literature
Literature
Vilkas x Reader : I hate that I like you PT1
“I’m leaving, Kodlak."
I have no choice. If I stay here any longer, I'm gonna end up seriously hurting him…or worse.
"I see. Is this because of-"
"Yes."
He thought for a moment and sighed. "I doubt there is anything that can be said to change your mind."
"Thank you for understanding, Kodlak. I will leave tonight."
I bow before leaving and head to the room where the new recruits sleep. It didn't have to happen like this.
After packing my things, except for a few items, I went up to the main hall. I tried to avoid looking at anyone but I could feel their eyes on me. Everyone heard what was said...or rather, screamed. If
*Let Her Go* Nazi!Germany X Reader by Lady0Red, literature
Literature
*Let Her Go* Nazi!Germany X Reader
(( Comment please! This is a songfic. Also it's better if you listen to the song during or (if you can't listen and read) before you read. Let Her Go by Passenger if you don't already know.))
Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
"You're so blind Ludwig! People are DYING!" (Name) yelled at her husband for the hundredth time. What happened to him? To THEM? He had been so kind, so loving. Now he was a mons
All doors open
In these honest hours
Before dawn — inhale
The scent of change.
I feel old magic stirring
as you breathe upon the embers.
We shall work wonders, thou and I.
She blew in on the last day of summer, arriving just as the wind began, clutching an artist’s portfolio and a hatbox. There was wonder and wisdom in her bright blue eyes, softened by time and crow’s-feet, and a perfect maple leaf the color of flame was caught in her unruly red hair… her perfume hinted of woodsmoke and oak tannins and the spice of faraway, foreign ports. I helped her carry her hatbox from the train station, and when she smiled at me, I knew everything was about to change.
We shared a cab to the little seaside town where we were both staying, there on the cusp of the world; it had long been one of my favorite
“I love you,” she whispered into the darkness, her tears pooling in the hollow of her throat. Gradually, her breathing eased, slowed into the tidal susurrus of sleep, her fingers loose over the heated skin of his back.
He waited until he was sure she was asleep before answering, barely a breath of sound. “I know. It wasn’t anything you meant to happen. It isn’t anything I’m entitled to. But it’s a gift I won’t forget. Dream sweet, Lola.” Carefully, he placed a kiss upon each of her eyelids, a benediction for one who had earned a peaceful rest.
Bullies!Hetalia x Loser!Singer!Reader x Pentatonix by Chronover, literature
Literature
Bullies!Hetalia x Loser!Singer!Reader x Pentatonix
Whisper of a Dreamer
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(Name and last name) was a dreamer. That, she was sure of. (Name and last name) was also a victim. How? Well, in this time, singing and dancing is a major point in high school. Well, more of singing. If you don't sing, you're not in the popular crowd. She was one of the few people (more like the only person) who don’t sing. Thus resulting to endless amounts of bullying. What they didn't know is the true story behind her strange ways.
(Name) was a strange yet musical girl back at her childhood. She would sing from the moment she woke and to the moment she would fall asleep. Music