Readertalia

colorblind!reader x Kugelmugel "Hey. Leopold." The white haired male turned to you as you both sat on a hill, overlooking the view. You reached out a brushed your hand on the soft blades of grass, still looking ahead. "Yeah, [name]?" You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Hesitation flickered on your face, followed by a quick glace to his face and back to the serene scene in front of you. "What does green look like again?" Your young friend looked startled, but his frown grew to a small smile as he realized you were talking about the color he was most passionate about. "What shade?" Your [color] orbs widened as you turned your

You strutted confidently into the training arena, putting on an air of confidence.  You needed to show the others who was boss here.  You weren't in a powerful district, but you could easily discourage that idea from the others.  You surveyed the room, your hands on your hips like you meant business.  Most of the people looked at you a shrank back, from the sheer power radiating from you.  You smirked and stopped at the first station.  Knots.  You grinned, finally something easy in this godforsaken place.  You ignored the instructors who were trying to correct the knots.  You brushed them off, you knew what you were doing.  You skillfully kno

Exhausted. Yes, that was the word you were searching for. You were utterly exhausted. That’s why you came to the garden with your close friend, Louis Schmit, to relax and admire the beauty of the flowers that were basking under the sun. As you sat on the stone bench with Louis, you eyed the surrounding vibrant roses, pansies, and tulips. You’d rather admire their colorful petals as opposed to being drowned with mathematical equations and thousands of words on paper. Ever since the week before the exams started, you and Louis had been doing nothing but reading pages after pages of your textbooks and constantly flipping sheets of l

Theme #38 : Lurking Character: Bao-Zhi Wang "You say you got a real solution Well, you know We'd all love to see the plan You ask me for a contribution Well, you know We're all doing what we can." The Beatles: "Revolution" He had been aware of it since the first time he had joined Yao in a diplomatic meeting. He had been growing more aware of it as the centuries past, the cruelties and changes ebbing in the back of his mind, shaping his people at a slower rate than some of the others. But now he couldn't ignore it. Not after Hong Kong... The Others were aware. It was a feeling growing among all of them, pressing at the back of their minds

YAY FOR MOLDOVA! HE BECOME OFFICIAL! So this a entry for #Readertalia (https://www.deviantart.com/readertalia) contest. I decided to do Moldova because, well...the rules did say to write a fanfic about countries that need more love, and since Moldova just become official, someone oft to start writing about him....Though, I'm not sure if Romania approves of this.... And since Moldova is psychically a child, will do a child!reader....So we won't disappoint Romania...Since Moldova is not at that time yet...Also, I have no idea what is Moldova's psychical old is. And since he hasn't been given a human name yet, I'll make one up! Here is a link to his profile: http://hetalia.kitaw

There was light tapping on your cheek followed by a male grunting. You couldn’t quite make out what he was saying because your ears were transferring from its unconsciousness to consciousness. Eyes fluttering open, your eyes took in shapes before the details got filled in. A green table. A stack of cards. Cigars that were freshly smoked. Smoke tendrils making its way to the yellow tinted overhead lights. Suits. Dresses. People. Wait. People? “Gaaaaaaaah!” Body launching into the air, you startled the people around you. Your eyes swept to the neatly dressed individuals surrounding the table and their stares made you shrink

Late. I'm late. I won't make it in time. Fingers tapped impatiently against the leather bound steering wheel, repressed curses slipping out through wispy breaths as traffic seemed to grow only more congested, car horns and air brakes and irate shouting playing out a cacophonous symphony beneath apricot skies. Beads of sweat clung to the skin beneath his collar, loosened tie and discarded jacket doing nothing to alleviate the discomforting heat against his neck. The air-conditioning had given up weeks ago, but between the recent summits and conventions he had attended, he had yet to have time to take the old girl to the shop. Leon had in

* The steady glow of the kitchen light guided you through the silent house, revealing the object of your affections sitting on the floor, his back resting against the oven. You felt your lips twitch in bemusement; his eyes were narrowed in concentration, thumbs moving over his phone screen rapidly, muffled piano riffs carrying across the small room. It wasn’t so much his gaming that amused you, nor was it the caption on his horrendous orange t-shirt. It was his stringent attention, the neon from his screen reflecting off his glasses, how his entire torso was tense as he continued progressing through the current level. His lips were p

Libido 9 (Dark! Romania x Reader) Here's a link to the previous chapters cause let's face it, it's been 2 years mamas, no one remembers this story lol: https://miabia100.deviantart.com/gallery/54046019/Libido . . . Demon    "I'll be completely honest." I stared in unadulterated awe as a slight ting in my heart enveloped my being, my mind unable to filter out my gaze. "I don't get what she sees in you." Gilbert, who at this point I'd assumed had left the abundantly crowded dance floor, was now standing parallel to our table, stalking his way towards us. Feliciano who was on his fourth shot of tequila watched with clouded golden iris'. I

Russia X Reader Brutal Crime Night falls and Ivan is in an eerily good mood as he carries the bloody, beaten and unconscious Arthur out to his car. The trunk is open, and he tosses him into the back. He briefly wonders if he is still alive but that thought vanishes and a grin comes to his face when he shifts. He gets into the driver’s seat and drives away. He is careful as he picks a spot close to the police station and the café.  He opens the trunk and gets out. He unties Arthur’s bonds before taking him out and tossing him in the alley. He takes out his pipe and beats him more than he already is. Arthur barely flinches.

You did your best not to seem ungrateful, you really did. But it wasn't easy at all. Sure, it was fun to be included when Wy, Sealand, and Seborga included you in their fun...well usually. But today's fun and games had been more, terrain-specific. Bluntly put, their fun plans for the day involved going to the beach. You came along, sure, but it wasn't all that much fun watching your friends have fun in the water and sand from the sidewalks beside the parking lot. Your wheelchair couldn't handle sand. It'd just get stuck. At least your umbrella kept the sun off of you. You tried to ignore the whispers of the people who ran up and down the s

Theme #41: Citric Acid Character: Michelle Solange The sunlight was fading out, the final rays playing on the dust of her mostly empty living room. The house wasn’t the same to her anymore, not since the children had moved out, not since the retirement. It was nothing more to her than an empty shell now, and as she collected the knick-knacks for the final box, she let out a tired sigh, (e/c) eyes tracing over the details of what had been her home for several decades now. Her attention turned to her final box, this one filled perhaps with her most treasured items: her photographs. Some were in black in white. Some were curling at the