Beauty and the beast |Mafia! Romano x reader| 5
Beauty and the beast |Mafia! Romano x reader| 5
Day after day, you trained in that very room in the evening, where Romano would consistently join you when he had time to kill and train to get you in the shape of the necessary standards in order to survive as an associate in the family. Soon, you replaced the weak image you possessed in the beginning and built a much more resilient one. On the very first day you thought that you wouldn't survive held hostage by a mob and was very certain that you wouldn't even be allowed out of your room - pleasantly surprised at the tables that were turned, acceptance of this life came quite naturally.
Currently seated in the boss's headquarters on the sofa, you were drowning yourself in a novel that you had just picked up from the shelves that were engraved on the walls. The omnipotent figure however was busy reading through several documents stacked on his table. His
Beauty and the beast |Mafia! Romano x reader| 4
Beauty and the beast |Mafia! Romano x reader| 4
"Training?" you asked, voice laced with confusion. "Why would I need to do that?"
He paused, eyeing you with the uttermost shock; but something in his facial expression suggested a touch of admiration. Instead of staring at you as if you were the most ignorant fool to ever be blessed on the planet, he thought of your question as a sign of innocence.
Something that sparked new found appreciation.
Romano walked slowly in your direction, keeping a well distanced space between you both.
"What do you think would happen if an enemy infiltrated this mansion? That wouldn't be much of a problem because we'll kick their asses of course." he started, a dark smile creeping onto his features. "Everybody in this household are trained killers-"
That statement cut deeply into you.
It was quite believable to a great extent, especially whe
Beauty and the beast |Mafia! Romano x reader| 3
Beauty and the beast |Mafia! Romano x reader| 3
You sat in your room, limbs sprawled over the bed with half-lidded eyes focused on the ceiling. The silence had already filled the room to the point that you thought your breathing was quite loud. It was around ten, about an hour after breakfast was served- to your door. Your thoughts were wandering around just you were yesterday, but you couldn't help it as you were bored at of your mind.
Although it had only been a day, it felt like you have been living in this room for your entire life. Everything was done here, and what was it you were doing?
Just overhearing the muffled voices discussing matters that was none of your business. The walls were not thin, but not so thick to the point that it would be practically a soundless room. You sluggishly picked your body up and dragged yourself to the front wall from the willpo
Beauty and the beast |Mafia! Romano x reader| 1
Beauty and the beast |Mafia! Romano x reader|
Translations in the description. Please excuse the Italian.
You couldn't go back to that bench.
There had to be some other way- you weren't going to sleep on that, especially when it was located in a park right behind a nightclub. Deciding to give up on that option, you sucked it up and continued to walk aimlessly on the streets. As you slowly walked past the many shops and restaurants, they all seemed to be much more enticing than you had remembered.
Too bad you didn't have any money.
"Now that I'm kicked out, where the hell am I supposed to go now?" you grumbled under your breath, infuriated eyes narrowed and darting in all directions. Each step you took took a toll on you, they managed to boot everyone out without providing any lunch, so basically you were lost and weak from lack of food. The contents inside of your shoulder bag clinked in a cons
Reader x Mafia!Romano - A Change for the BetterReader x Mafia!Romano – A Change for the Better
I know the mafia is not a very good subject for a lot of people, so I warn you now that this might not be the nicest story I have ever written. I don’t know what really goes on and can only speculate and read about it, so please don’t hate me for anything in this story. Also there will be cursing, as it is Romano.
Warnings: Language, some things are suggested, and a bit of fighting.
“Vell (Name)? Vhat do you vant to do?”
“Umm I -”
“She isn’t going with-a anyone except-a me!” a loud voice interrupted yours.
You jump at the sudden exclamation and turn your head to look in the direction it came from. You then lock eyes with an agitated Italian who had his arms crossed over his chest. He gave off an air of authority, but you could see he was secretly afraid. You guessed he wa
Hidden Indoors, RomanoxReader The Renaissance was bringing with it gorgeous art, fantastic new expeditions--every day it seemed--to explore the world, and scholars appeared to be almost constantly discovering something new. You knew that you should count yourself lucky for being able to live as such a high class lady at a period in time you knew would influence people for generations to come, and it was true that you were grateful to be born in such a social standing, but your higher class position often led to multiple inconveniences.
To almost any other woman who lived as a “proper” upper class woman, you were sure this time in history was a fantastic one to be alive, with very few downsides. However, you tended to live in a way that was... not particularly acceptable to many. Staying out late with a crowd of people who weren’t those of the most reputable character, letting thoughts fly freely from your tongue in every situation, and the seemingly permanent defiant ti
Romano x reader - Take off all my masks.A masked ball is held in the Vargas' mansion, tonight.
The ballroom is full with covered faces. Thousands of masks hiding their owners from all the others. A chance to meet new friends or to start a new story. Four hours to blank your mistakes and forget them. To lock your secrets and let the music guide you to a new side of yours.
All the guests were having a great time, except from the older Italian brother.
The man was staring at a specific form.
A woman with a beautiful (f/c) dress and matching golden earrings. Her (f/c) masque adding an elegant note on her outfit. He was admiring from afar. Her (h/c) hair gracefully falling on her shoulders and her delicated fingers holding a glass of red wine.He could almost feel their fond touch. She seemed like an angel under the moonlight, which made its way from the big windows. A mysterious aura was spreading around her. Like a black spell making him want to go near and be her slave.Spend his whole life with her, forever.
RomanoxNaga!Reader (Hypno Fic)Face it; life in a jungle can get kinda boring at times. You’ve never met any other nagas ANYWHERE, although the several pythons and other snakes in the jungle were good friends to you, and things hardly ever happen. It’s not that you didn’t like your home, heck your jungle was the best place you could know, but you got bored of it sometimes. You yearned to see something from outside of the forest. Still, at least you were in a place where your abilities could be of great use; your snake tail was massive – you didn’t know the exact length but it was long and strong enough to hold down an adolescent elephant – and you’ve tried and succeeded at that – and your eyes could hypnotize nearly every animal in the jungle. You were probably the second most powerful creature in the entire jungle, the first being this big scary tiger.
The jungle was especially hot this time of year, so you decided to take a swim today. You slither down from you
Lovely Reflections - Romano x Reader x PrussiaRomano x Reader x Prussia for --- Royalfiredragon
Hope you enjoy, and sorry it took so long DX
Bored out of your mind after the first day of high school you wanted your two best friends to come over-- Gilbert and Lovino -- which the two couldn't be in the same room for more than ten minutes without breaking into a scuffle. You had a little crush on both of them, but it wasn't too serious. ...Okay, maybe you were in love with your two best friends. No big deal, right?
You decided to call Lovino first, to make sure he'll actually get to your house when you invited him. Gilbert will come immediately when you ask; most of the time you don't have to ask. He just barges in anyway.
Fiddling your fingers,you settled the phone in between your ear and your shoulder, waiting for Lovino ( or as you liked to call him, Lovi. He would never let you call him that, though ) to pick up the phone.
"Ciao, this is Lovino."
You smiled and sat up, taking the phone into your left hand an
At the Flower Shoppe
Arthur Kirkland was the owner of a local flower shop called Summer Nights. It was a small shop he owned to sell flowers and create bouquets, gardens, decorations and anything involving flowers. He owned a large greenhouse where he grew a garden of flowers of different kinds for him to sell. He nourished, watered and cared for them each and every day. It was not only his job, but his life. Yet, he lived alone, for his parents died of old age and his brothers wanted nothing to do with him.
Despite all of this, Arthur held on strong, using the flowers as his company. He'd often talk to them, due to his wish for company, which drew much attention. Though, Arthur didn't seem to take notice of the looks he received and no one dared to ask why he talked to them. He never made friends, and not just because of his thing for talking to plants, but it was also the fact he seemed to avoid companionship.
A young man came by Arthur's flower shop one day. He was young, perhaps a college student of 18
APH England - RainI find peace in the rain.
I’ve grown up with it. Living in England, you kind of have to get used to it. Though, it had a special holding in my life, more than any other Brit probably would have. That seems strange, but it makes sense as you go along.
I was born on a rainy day. The rain actually helped keep the roadways clear of traffic to the hospital, my mum told me. She said I would’ve been born in a cold Ford instead of a warm hospital room if not for the rain. So I guess I owe the rain my first experience of worldly comfort. Also I’ve heard mention of people naming their children after whatever important circumstances that occurred before the birth, so I also thank the rain for not letting me be named Ford.
I used to go out and play in the rain, even with the risk of getting a cold. I would grab my little yellow rainboots and striped jumper and leap into every puddle I found. This endeavor would take me all over the neighborhood. Adults would giggle at the sight o
Like A Damn Pirate (usuk)Alfred advanced, the look in his eyes purely predatory making Arthur quite tense. He was slowly being backed up to a wall one he couldn't escape from in a fix.
"N-now Alfred..." Arthur began uncertainly, knowing that it was partly his fault for bringing this on. Alfred's mouth twitched, but the expression barely justified as a smirk. Arthur swallowed heavily. He didn't want sex. Not like this. Alfred was intoxicated- it was hardly proper. Alfred would never do such a thing sober. This was just wrong.
"C-come on I-I-I-Iggy," He blushed as Alfred had trouble pronouncing the nickname he secretly loved. The display wasn't anything less than adorable, but there were other pressing matters at hand besides how cute little Alfred could be. Alfred leaned inward, successfully pinning him against the wall. He was grinning stupidly, and his hot breath sent shivers down Arthur's spine as it tickled his earlobe. "I know you w-want to " He murmured lowly. He could feel his lip
Cherries (usuk)"Hey, Alfred, would you like some cherries?" Arthur asked, looking over to his younger friend who was lounging on his couch. He took up the entire expanse of his rather large couch, normally earning a prick of irritation from the smaller man. He even had his nasty feet on the end. He rolled his eyes. The bowl of washed fruit fit snugly in his hands; he thought he'd ask if Alfred wanted any since he couldn't eat them all by himself. Alfred looked up from whatever it was he was doing on his phone, glancing at Arthur's green emeralds.
"Uh sure." He said, doing that thing he continuously would where he pretended to not really care whether he liked something or not, when he really did. It was slightly irritating to Arthur, but he usually ignored it. Arthur nodded curtly, walking over to the couch with the two different bowls: one with the cherries and one which was empty for the pits.
"Here," He sat down, not waiting for Alfred to move his feet, and placed the bowl with cherries on the
Insecurity - UsUkjust a silly little fluffy oneshot xD warning, usuk, mild yaoi ect~
"I have to break up with you"
Alfred actually turned his game consol off, a sign itself of the seriousness of this matter, and turned to regard the small Englishman staring back at him with a slight scowl and unwavering determination.
"I said we need to stop seeing each other."
Really, they hadn't been having any problems despite all of their worries. Sure, they teased one another. Well, Alfred teased and Arthur mocked out of embarrassment, but it was more a show of affection then anything else. And while they lived so far away, countries drifting slightly further apart each year a fact that Alfred has sulked over for the entirety of a week before Arthur smiled and knocked some sense into him- , they seemed to spend more time together then apart. It was only a few months ago that Arthur realised he practically lived with Alfred, but it only pushed him to give in and admit just how serious
Hallucinations: USUK OneshotArthur woke up gasping for breath, swimming in his bedsheets and a pool of his own sweat.
It took him a moment to ensure that he wasn't still trapped in his mind.
The hallucinations were always so real. They were vivid and pertained to all of Arthur's five senses. The flames that licked away at the layers of his skin, the sharp fingernails that raked across his body, drawing blood; the white-hot knives sinking their razor-sharp teeth into his arms, intent on lacerating him, and the short stretch of rough rope, handled by unseen hands, pressed against his windpipe, slowly causing him to turn blue with asphyxiation...
Arthur shuddered again, trying to suppress the memory, but the more he tried to forget, the more those thoughts stubbornly surfaced to his mind. He lifted a trembling hand towards his throat, and was shocked to feel the ragged imprint of the rope, where it had dug into his skin.
He squeezed his eyes shut, gulped, and forced his hand away from his throat. It was alway
A diamond in the rough 3It has been almost a week since Alfred had his ears pierced by his all too amused Captain. He'd become accustomed to them and was more than happy they no longer hurt. Still, every time he looked in the mirror in Francis' and his room, all he could see was the emerald orbs gleaming at him seductively and it made him blush with the feeling they gave him. He wasn't sure what it was, really. They reminded him of Arthur's eyes and the warmth they gave Alfred knowing something so close to his Captain was with him always made that odd sensation of Arthur's breath gliding over his neck as he poked his ears come back again.
As the days passed, Arthur was still calling him into his study to talk over the plan. They were to stop on this island to 'rest' and while his crew lounged and collected fruits or other supplies, he and Alfred would slip off into the depths of the forest alone to seek their treasure. Of course this action would have to take place at night lest they be followed.
Practice Makes Perfect:UKUSPractice Makes Perfect
Authors Notes: I own nothing at all. Anyway, for some reason when I look at America I can't help but think that he either doesn't know how to kiss or England had to teach him how to kiss one day, so this is a product of that thought, enjoy.
England was sitting peacefully in his garden, enjoying a nice cup of tea and the morning news paper. The birds were chirping and the butterflies were dancing around his flowers, much to England's delight. Nothing could ever ruin his peaceful morning.
Until and idiot showed up...
Hearing loud banging on the front door of his little English cottage, he decided that if he ignored it the annoyance would go away. It didn't. America, thinking that England hadn't heard his excessive knocking, just went around the corner and began jumping up and down to see over England's white fence.
"Dude... I need... to talk... to you!" America said each time he jumped.
"America, it's eight o clock in the morning, couldn't you have just
Good cop (Prisoner! America x Cop! Reader)
Good cop - Prisoner! America x Cop! Reader
You had just made it pass the test by the skin of your teeth- don't get me wrong, you're very capable, especially when it comes to physical, athleticism. However, it was your psychology that had dragged you back a few yards. You were definitely the one for justice; inspired by your passionate love for superheroes. Despite your strong sense of morals and strength, even you could crack from pressure, or fear.
Enjoyed life at twenty, you now hit the tender age of twenty-one where all that disappeared right in front of your eyes.
After completing the cadet training program, you were now prepared to be a proper police officer and ready to roll. Or so you thought.
Due to the overcrowding state prisons, hundreds of inmates were sent to police stations, one of them being where you were working right now. Just thinking about the skyrocketing crime rate and incarcerations really motivated you to g
America X Reader: Writer's BlockThunk. Thunk. Thunk. Your head stings for a second as it hits the table, but only for a second. You’ve been hitting your head repeatedly on the table for at least five minutes now, hoping that the blunt force trauma could bring something, anything, to your brain in a blaze of creative glory. You….have writer’s block.
It’s been consuming you for a few days now, taking up all your time. Not even the writing prompt books Alfred bought you were working. He bought you at least three of those books, not that you had asked, he just didn’t like you being stuck in such a rut. You were usually happy with him, and seeing you so frustrated by that stupid story dug at him.
Alfred’s shoulders twitch with every thunk. He’s sitting in the loveseat across from your desk, reading one of your prompt books, trying to search for something you might’ve missed but he can’t concentrate when you were essentially giving yourself brain damage.
AmericaxReader: If I Had $1000000
It was a beautiful, but slightly foggy spring afternoon as you strolled home from the Royal Farms with some snacky things. As you continued on your way, you saw your best friend, college buddy, and secret crush Alfred approaching, looking extremely pleased with himself.
"Hey, A~me~ri~ca!" you called, using his secret country name. Yeah, being in love with a country. That was interesting....
"Yo _______, what's up?"
"Meh," you sighed, "not much. What about you; you seem pretty happy!"
America grinned like a kid on Christmas and produced from his jacket pocket a slip of paper with numbers on it. "I bought this!"
You snatched the slip of paper from his hands and examined it. "A...lottery ticket?"
Al's grin only got bigger. "Dude, if only a few of those numbers match up, I'll be rich!"
You sighed and rolled your eyes. "Alfred, you know it's a scientific fact that it's more likely you'll get struck by li
Yo Quiero Taco Bell? AmericaxReader.
It was a beautiful early spring day. On the small World Academy campus, kids broke out their Frisbees and footballs. Clusters of students were idly sitting on the crisp green grass, under the newly blooming trees. However, two students, in particular, were relaxing by the oldest building in the center of campus.
“Alfred! Did you know that you can get married at Taco Bell?” (y/n) suddenly asked as she scrolled through her phone.
Alfred rolled over to face her. “What?” He pushed his glasses further up his nose and looked over at her phone.
“Yeah! Look. For 600 dollars, you can get married in a Los Vegas Taco Bell chapel. They give t-shirts, free food—s0 many tacos—a bouquet of sauces…”
“For 600 dollars, you can have crappiest wedding ever? Dudette, come on, t-shirts for a wedding?”
“And a bouquet of sauces, garter belt, and person
AmericaxReader Waffles, Bacon, and Early MeetingsAs you walked into the bathroom, you gently hummed your favorite song. Pulling your hair back, you tied it into a messy bun and grabbed your toothbrush and the tooth paste. Brushing your teeth, you heard a car pulling into the driveway and a smile crept onto your face.
The world meeting today ran a lot later than anyone had anticipated and you knew that Alfred would be tired and cranky coming home. Glancing at your phone, you saw that the time was 12:20 and it was, indeed, very late, especially considering that Alfred had a meeting tomorrow with his boss and the president elect to discuss the transfer of power proceedings, how ceremonies were gonna go down, and all that good stuff. You know, boring stuff, but necessary nonetheless.
You heard the door open and close followed by a loud sigh. Walking into the living room, still in the process or brushing your teeth, you found Alfred leaning against the door, rubbing his eyes, no doubt from exhaustion.
You started to walk toward him and, h
America x Reader: 7AM Classes
Alternative title: I Like You Almost As Much As I Like Caffeine
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
____ smashed her hand violently agains her phone in a useless attempt to silence it. After fumbeling around a bit she finally managed to quiet down the loud blaring -- giving her ears a break underneath the pillow she'd put over them to soften the noise a bit.
It was way too early for class.
But her professor clearly didn't agree - seeing as she did have class at this time. 7:00 AM, to be clear.
Way too early.
She sighed as she left the oh-so comfy warmth of her bed and got dressed. She'd be slaughtered alife if she was late for lecture this time as well.
She remembered it with a shudder, this time she wasn't going to give the professor any reason to scold her.
And as she left her dorm for class she almost smiled, a large thermos of coffee in her hand and some sandwiches for breakfast in her bag.
The room was almost empty when ____ ar
Get off me! - Clingy!Dog!America x Reader 5
Get off me! - Clingy!Dog!America x Reader 5
A strong iron grip constricted around your wrist and tugged you along despite your whines of protest and efforts to pull away. Your legs continued to stumble as you were dragged back to the bus stop. You shot the indifferent blonde a hard glare as he sat you down on the bench before he sat right next to you. Crossing his arms and legs, he stared off to space completely ignoring your narrowed eyes giving him a stare down. Rolling your eyes with a huff escaping your lips, you tapped him on the knee which successfully had gained his attention back.
"Alfred, what the hell is wrong with you?" you asked him with a frown across your face. You softly caressed your sore wrist and inhaled sharply at the lingering stinging sensation.
He tore his eyes away from you and banged his head continuously against the bench in a constant rhythm. You leaned forward and pulled him roughly away from the bench
Get off me! - Clingy!Dog!America x Reader 4
Get off me! - Clingy!Dog!America x Reader 4
"Al. Could you please get off me?" you hissed, turning your head to look over your shoulder to see Alfred in a happy-go-lucky mood. Eyes shut in a closed eye smile, he continued to stay where he was, which was right behind you with his arms around your waist. You shook your head at him with a small red flushing your cheeks.
"I'm not bothering you am I?" said male asked, now staring at you with a small tilt of the head. "I hope not." he smiled brightly, his azure eyes shining with glee.
Even if he didn't get that what he usually did was somehow too intimate to be considered normal, you would usually still end up growing beet red with embarrassment. Right now, you desperately needed to pry him off of you because you needed to get to a book signing in the library in town - you couldn't be late.
"Ugh. I have places to be. Please let go, or I'll be late!" you huffed, slipping into a pa