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---(Narrator's POV)---
The hand that awkwardly patted your head turned gentle and kinder, almost accepting. Had you fallen for him? Perhaps… but this man had pretty much kidnapped you. But where would you have gone? Had he fallen for you? Well, that was something else entirely…
---(Artie's POV)---
I held _____. She was…special. My own little bit of true insanity. And I had locked her away. The very thing that I could not have, I held in my arms right now. And even then, she was almost taken from me. I must be careful. She was so…
So weak.
So fragile.
Yet so strong.
And _____ killed that beast to protect…
Me.
I could feel a single tear trail down my cheek and land in her hair. No one… No. No one had ever done anything like that for me. And this person, this person, my own special cupcake….
-"Love…"
I could feel my breath come out heavy with emotion I had not felt in a while as I whispered her name.
-"…thank you… so much…"
---(Reader's POV)---
His arms were strong, almost like a defensive wall around me. Even after what just happened, Artie still had that curious smell of warm cupcakes and vanilla icing. When I looked up at him, I realized he was holding back crying.
Grateful.
With a hesitant hand, I reached up and wiped his tears with my thumbs. He didn't move, only kept looking down, allowing me to do so. For once my head was so clear.
Clear enough to do what I did next.
With the same kindness and gentleness he showed me, I cupped his face, and with a soft smile, kissed him, chastely.
At first it was just my part, but then he did his, returning the kiss properly, then resting his forehead on mine with a sweet smile, forming the words,
-"I love you…"
Maybe I was not ready to admit that I had gotten to that point yet, but I was almost there, and I think…
…I think I'm ready to make the rest of the trip.
The hand that awkwardly patted your head turned gentle and kinder, almost accepting. Had you fallen for him? Perhaps… but this man had pretty much kidnapped you. But where would you have gone? Had he fallen for you? Well, that was something else entirely…
---(Artie's POV)---
I held _____. She was…special. My own little bit of true insanity. And I had locked her away. The very thing that I could not have, I held in my arms right now. And even then, she was almost taken from me. I must be careful. She was so…
So weak.
So fragile.
Yet so strong.
And _____ killed that beast to protect…
Me.
I could feel a single tear trail down my cheek and land in her hair. No one… No. No one had ever done anything like that for me. And this person, this person, my own special cupcake….
-"Love…"
I could feel my breath come out heavy with emotion I had not felt in a while as I whispered her name.
-"…thank you… so much…"
---(Reader's POV)---
His arms were strong, almost like a defensive wall around me. Even after what just happened, Artie still had that curious smell of warm cupcakes and vanilla icing. When I looked up at him, I realized he was holding back crying.
Grateful.
With a hesitant hand, I reached up and wiped his tears with my thumbs. He didn't move, only kept looking down, allowing me to do so. For once my head was so clear.
Clear enough to do what I did next.
With the same kindness and gentleness he showed me, I cupped his face, and with a soft smile, kissed him, chastely.
At first it was just my part, but then he did his, returning the kiss properly, then resting his forehead on mine with a sweet smile, forming the words,
-"I love you…"
Maybe I was not ready to admit that I had gotten to that point yet, but I was almost there, and I think…
…I think I'm ready to make the rest of the trip.
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Hetalia x Reader- The Mirror 4
A/N: :D Slight Cursing. That is all
Then the lights began to flicker.
“What the hell!” Gilbert said looking up at the lights.
“Will you listen to me now?” The mysterious voice said once more.
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You spun around to where you were no longer facing the door to face the crowd of countries. They all started gasping at something in front but you couldn’t see what because they were blocking your way. You pushed your way to the front with Eliza, Gilbert, and Matthew following you. When you got up front, it was nothing as to what you were expecting at all.
You were staring at a smiling, colorful man.
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Americax Bullied!Abused!Reader pt. 4
Americax Bullied! Abused! Reader
- Suicidal Thoughts!
I woke up the next day to find Alfred coming out his room scratching his head
and yawning.
"G-good morning Alfred."
He gave a wave and walked into the bathroom. Not everyone wakes up like Snow
White I guess. I waited for him to get out the bathroom and he looked refreshed,
"Um, may I use the bathroom?"
"Huh? What?"
"I'm so sorry, I meant YOUR bathroom."
He gave a reassuring smile and said, "It's alright, you can use it. I couldn't
hear you at first that's why I said that."
"T-thank you." I walked into the bathroom and got ready for school.
When I got out he was eating a bagel a
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2p! Canada x Child! Reader Part 4
~ Reader-chan's POV~
After your mother's trip to the River Styx, you stood next to the man awkwardly absorbing the fact that your mother was dead.
Not only was the blood of the deer still glued to you, so was the splattered blood of your mother. Her body was sprawled across the floor, mangled and torn by the bear, “Kuma” from what you perceived to be his name.
Your (e/c) eyes were as wide as they could go and you heard the man sigh.
“What did she mean by 'your father will'?” He looked down at you as you looked up at him, meeting his dull, purple eyes.
“I have never...” You began, shrugging your small s
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(^u^)! So Cute <3 Thank you for the feels writer-chan!