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KandaXReader Fanfic- Part 13 Barely A SmileGODMODDING WARNING!!!!!!!!!
You awoke to find yourself in a hospital bed with IVs attatched to you. A throbbing head-ache came to meet you, and you didn't exactly welcome it.
You went to look at your surroundings and came to see Kanda sleeping in a chair next to your hospital bed. He was slouching with his head resting on his shoulder and he had a few cuts on his face that had little bandages put over them.
And... His hair was down again... Hot Damn. You blushed a whole new shade of red. Yeah, you saw him before with his hair down, but you were scared out of your mind at the time and didn't really pay attention. Now that he had your full attention... He. Was. Sexy.
You had admitted before that you though he was quite handsome, but now you knew that he was freaking sexy! Once again, he didn't have his exorcist uniform on. It was hanging over the back of his chair and he had more than two buttons undone at the top. It was more like five. You could almost completely see his pecs. He ob
KandaXReader Fanfic- Part 11 Soiled MomentGODMODDING WARNING!!!!!!!!!
You didn't want to admit it, but you were... In love that is. You couldn't help but wonder if there was something special the way he'd been treating you since you met him. The way he didn't glare at you... often... And how he was so worried when you had that nightmare. Then again, he didn't glare at Lenalee either, and you could see him rushing to her rescue if she ever needed. So, maybe there was nothing unique. It could be just because you didn't tease him like Lavi did.
Then you realized that the sun was slowly rising and that you should probably wake Kanda. But you didn't want to. You wanted to stay there and watch him sleep forever, though it was highly unlikely.
Even though it wasn't exactly to your liking, you crawled over to him and awoke him anyways.
His eyes slowly opened, glazed with the burden of sleepiness. You watched him as his limp body begin to stir. He looked straight foward with half open eyes.
You really wanted to hug him now. He w
Held Captive, Prussia x Reader series chapter 10
Well ,this is the final chapter amigos!!! I hope you enjoyed this series because I did! Thank you to everyone who kept on reading this until the end, Gilbert and I appreciate it!
You looked at the window, What a beautiful day... You sighed, yes you like it here even if you're a prisoner. Ludwig's been nicer to you, and Granny Rosa became your best friend. However, Ludwig
seemed to be worried about something. "Ludwig, what's wrong?" You asked your new German friend. "Oh, nothing.... I'm sure they'll make a move." He whispered.
"What?" You asked Ludwig, who mumbled the last sentence.
"Oh, nothing. I'll go now." He said before going out of the room. I can't be attached to her, I have to stop bruder from being attached to her as well... He thought.
"That's weird, he seems to be avoiding me." You told yourself. Even Granny Rosa seemed to be avoiding you. But Gilbert, Gilbert was his usual self. He seemed to have no problems being around you. Especially
Papa!FrancexLittle!Reader 3 When you became seven, the worst thing that could possibly happen, in France's-
"Maman...", You said drowsily, as you stepped into view, from the corner
into the living-room.
It was the early hours of the morning, and it seemed that France had a visitor.
"Mr. England!", Your sleepiness was now long forgotten, at seeing one of your-
"Why, ello Love.", England was most surprised, to see you, at such a time.
Seeing him sparked something inside your body, which made you rush towards him,
and hug the man with all your might.
England laughed softly, and raised you, resting you in his lap.
"Good morning, M-Maman!", You blushed a delicate pink, when you processed,
that... YOU WERE I
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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