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Tiny Lady (Loki x Baby!Reader)“I vow that everyone here shall suffer if someone does not remove this fiend from my person!” Loki growls as he tries to untangle your curious fingers from the silken edge of his pants.
Thor’s laughter is booming as he steps forward to pick you up and hold you in one of his large arms.
“Now brother, this tiny lady is no fiend,” Thor coos playfully, stretching out a single finger to tickle at your belly.
You laugh giddily, small fingers wrapping about his finger, a large grin on your face.
“Yes,” Sif says in that gentle baby voice everyone seems so keen on adopting when in the presence of an infant, “She’s a lady.”
Sif wiggles her finger over your stomach and you watch her silently before laughing and reaching out to take one of her fingers in your hand.
“Agreed!” Fandral throws in, sauntering over to peer down at your face.
You trill delightfully at the addition of third face, hands on a new mission as they stretch
Watch your step - Loki x Blind!OC
Watch your step - A Loki x Blind!OC drabble
Summary: Having lost her sight during the New York attack, a young girl deals with living in large city. Returning home one evening, she bumps into a stranger.
She was walking down the sidewalk, moving her walking stick in front of her to ensure that she wasn't going to bump into something or fall into a hole (not that it would be the first time it happened, anyways). She sighed lightly, feeling the chill evening breeze play in her hair. Pulling her jacket closer, suddenly her walking stick slipped, causing her to stop dead in her tracks. Listening closely, she tried to figure where it had fallen before she turned to the right, took a step and instead of bending down, she bumped into something.
Or...someone. From what she could sense, a tall person was standing right in front of her. She assumed she had bumped into their back because she felt movement as soon as she touched them as then she almost
Dave x Reader - Warm Up To Me
You slowly walked down the street, your left hand interlocked with the right of Dave Strider, your boyfriend. The two of you were heading home together, as you did everyday. Snow blew in the air around the two of you, and each wore light jackets - you were both pretty stubborn when it came to winter coats to face the winter weather. At least Dave was bright enough to wear a scarf, unlike someone who decided to leave their face exposed to the cold, wet snow.
You squinted your eyes and let out a small achoo! and quickly shook it off. Dave chuckled and reached over, ruffling your [h/c] locks. Unable to hold it in, you sneezed a few more times. You rubbed your nose with your jacket sleeve, hoping it would sooth the burning pain.
Dave glanced over at you. “You look cold, babe.” He casually poked the tip of your nose.
You frowned. “I am not cold,” You muttered, trying to the sound of your chattering teeth. If he thought that you were cold, he would probably mak
Soldier! Germany x Crossdressed! Reader - Survival
“For a long time we've been marching off to battle
In our thundering herd we feel a lot like cattle
Like the pounding beat our aching feet aren't easy to ignore
Hey, think of instead a girl worth fighting for” – Mulan
[f/n] was marching.
Left, right, left, right.
It was tedious, so repetitive and easy that she knew she could keep that pace with her hands tied and blindfolded. God, why she-
The girl tripped over a rock on the path. She nearly knocked Taylor down, who bumped into Braginsky. The Russian collided with Jones, which took the balance out of Kirkland, who smashed his nose into General Beilschmidt’s back. They all stopped for a moment, and then turned around, staring at her murderously.
If a pin was dropped on the forest ground right now, she guessed she’d hear it. The silence was not very comfortable either, now that she could feel everyone’s eyes on her.
“Sorry.” She squeaked before s
Broken Family (Parent!England x Child!Reader)
It was a cold day in London. The ground was blanketed with white. A day before Christmas, on a dreary and lonely night. Shouting could be heard, muffled by thick walls of a house. It was Arthur Kirkland, and his unhappy spouse. She snapped at him, the poor soft man. He could not answer, he could not understand. Why was she so angry? Why did she scream? He understood now, what her shouting could mean.
Arthur was not a rich man. He did not have extra to give. But, he had enough, for the three of them to live. For this, the wife shouted. She grew with greed. She wanted more than he could possibly feed.
The argument ended, the woman ran away. She left the poor British man, and the lonely child to stay. The child wept, confused as can be. "Why did mommy leave?" they asked, as they tried to plea. How did the woman not see that she left such two precious people behind? How could a fool be so very blind?
Arthur felt empty within. He held the
Hetalia Kid-Countrynapped Chapter 14
"Take out her records..." Ludwig muttered. Matthew took out a heavy file, the countries glanced inside. No such thing had happened, no sudden illnesses , no nothing. They looked at each other. She hadn't even been to her country. (Name) looked in as well and blinked, she knew this wasn't hers.
The countries looked at each other, had they gotten the wrong person?
(Name) shuffled away from the medical records, she glanced at the people who were staring at her with a confused look on their face.
"Dude, how can the hero get it wrong?" Alfred asked looking shocked. (name) tilted her head, so if she wasn't who they thought she was they would let her go? She sighed.
"So why am I here again?" She asked slowly. The countries glanced at each other, an awkward silence filled the air.
"Well... oh dear" Arthur coughed glancing at everyone.
"The awesome me refuses to believe that I, the awesome, am wrong!" Gilbert scowl
Cleaning and Sabotage Part 2 (Levi x Reader)“___, get back here!”
You giggle –or at least try to, in between huffs and gasps. “You’ll have to catch me first!” You shout back teasingly.
Levi doesn’t even bother to reply, but his pace quickens as he rapidly closes the distance between the two of you. Maybe it’s just your imagination, but you can see his eyes gleaming like a predator who’s found its prey, and his lips curled into a cold, calculating smile. You gulp, turning forward and pushing as much power as possible into your legs.
Unfortunately, you couldn’t keep this up forever. Your breath was coming out in heavy gasps now, and it felt like your lungs were going to explode. You could feel your muscles weakening, and your speed gradually slowing down. You figured you had at most a minute left before your legs would completely give out.
And judging by the threats streaming from behind you, you did not want to get caught by him.
Then, out of the corner of
Ghost!Hetalia X Psychic!Reader- Cease- Preview
Ghost!Hetalia X Psychic!Reader
“So…. This is the place.” I mumbled and slammed the car door shut.
My name is (Full name) I am currently 22 years old and have just inherited a house from my deceased grandmother. After packing up and leaving my college behind I carried on to my new home in France.
My grandmother had been born in this country and left during World War 2 to flee to (home country) where she had a family and many years later I was born.
After her husband-died years ago, she returned to live out the rest of her days in the countryside of France. And that’s what she did up until she peacefully died in her sleep at the age of 97.
That was 6 months ago. In that time I had inherited everything she ever owned including her riches, journals, and house. The reason you may ask? I was the favorite.
She would always tell me that I was special and would live on to great things, like she did. And boy was she right about special
Winged!German Brothers X Reader- The Birdmen 3
A sharp click resonated in your ears, your head whipping up in dazed confusion. Gilbert had his nose a few inches from yours, ruby orbs eyeing you intently through the glass of his prison. He lay stomach down on a branch, head propped up on his fist as it rested snuggly beneath his chin. Yet another one of the many habits he'd picked up during his relentless observation of you.
You shuddered as your name left his lips in an inviting coo. Damn your father for speaking so freely about you to them. Damn him for teaching them to speak in the first place.
Their voices were thick with accent, the sounds jumbled and incorrect sometimes, but there was never any doubt what they were saying. They had learned quickly, displaying their talent to you, as if it was all for you.
Come to think of it, maybe it was.
"You ignore us so easily," the albino murmured as your gaze quickly retreated downward once more. "Why can't you just come play?"
"Maybe because your are constantly pestering her when she is
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Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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