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Polite Thanks: Part 1 EnglandxReader Request for GingerAlchemist Arthur sighed and slumped his chin against the heel of his hand. A small farmer and his family had waited in a line for most of the day and the previous night, just to ask the king if he could possibly lower his taxes. Like that could ever happen. However, the current king was fair and just, so he didn't send the man off with guards at his heels. Instead, the bearded man leaned forward in his chair, danger twinkling in his eyes. "I will raise and lower the taxes as I feel fit. I would suggest now that you take your loved ones and leave. Thank you." Still shaking, the farme

You were it, the last girl. The only girl the BTT (Bad Touch Trio) had not been able to seduce and they hated it. The way it seemed that no guy was good enough for you, that everyone was your friend, and no one hated you. They hated it, but loved it at the same time. They had slowly fallen in love with you but you would not fall for their tricks.   It was senior year and this year, it seemed all the guys were trying to get you to finally go out with one of them. When they were not confessing their love, you were finding love letters in your locker. Sure, you would think that having all the guys swoon over you would be the greatest thing ever

Worth of a Name RomanoxReader Request for UntamedWolf “Hey, Lovi-” “I told you not to call me that!” “Fine. Lovino. Why do you call Antonio a ‘Tomato Bastard’?” “Because he’s a bastard who eats tomatoes. Why the Hell else?” “But you’re also a bastard who eat tomatoes.” “Yeah but I- Oi! Who are you calling a bastard?” “You.” The Italian boy growled a bit at you with narrowed olive eyes before his expression softened ever so slightly. He leaned back on one of the giant pillows at the head of your bed, thin fingers intertwi

I was walking around town. I knew this was more dangerous for me but I was prepared. Why you may ask is it more dangerous for me? Well I was with England for a while and we got into a fight, without thinking he turned me into a half-cat, half-human person. I think Japan would say it was Neko. I had my ears hidden in a hat and my tail was around me as a belt. I was always was nervous about normal humans or the countries finding out my secret. The only one who knew was Greece and he kept it a secret, one because he was my friend and two because he liked cats. I mean he really liked his cats. I was walking past an alleyway when I heard cat&rsq

Post Script Songs ShigurexReader Request for A-Lovely-Anxiety Shigure watched as a small piece of paper blew into his backyard, not knowing where it had come from. Stepping over to it, it seemed blank, but upon closer inspection he could see light, shaky handwriting covering the page. It started with two, hesitant letters scratched onto the paper with a dying pen. ‘p.s.’ With a dog-like tilt to his head, the man picked up the wrinkled piece of notebook paper, blue lines bleeding through onto the white. ‘or does that go at the bottom because it's supposed to be a fleeting glance from a woman with stones for eyes and a

{Warning: Hints of abuse in this chapter. Read at your own caution.} You sighed as you slunk down the street towards Grillby's. The restaurant/bar your crush owned. To say you liked the flame monster would be putting it lightly, you absolutely adored him. From his quiet-demeanor to his strong build, everything about him you loved. However, even though you were close to him, you knew he would never feel the same away about you. Grillby was entirely devoted to his restaurant, and he never showed personal interest in anything else. Even his closest friend, Sans didn't know what the guy did on his spare time. Yet still, that didn't stop you from

There MorixReader Request for RiverByMoonlight Takashi Morinozuka. The “strong, silent type”. Quiet, tall, tough. Dark hair, dark eyes. Your dream guy. How you longed to walk into the host club one day and make your way to his table. But you couldn’t. Partially because you didn’t have the guts, and partially because you didn’t have the time. It was quite the dilemma, the only time you ever did see Mori was in class when he would silently listen to the teacher lecture about whatever the lesson of the day was about, paying special attention to whatever history was involved. From your seat in the back you woul

Drown SoulxReader Request for A-Lovely-Anxiety Clearing your throat, you stepped onto the dimly lit stage. Another shaky breath somehow managed to squeeze through your lungs and you felt your eyelids flutter shut. You managed to walk the two steps to the small bar stool in front of the microphone without messing up and sat down, the old chair groaning under the weight of your life. “Drown.” The single word you said to the audience bounced around in the deathly quiet room, making your loud voice seem out of place and drawing too many pairs of eyes to your frame as you sat stiffly on the bar stool. You didn’t know what y

I was rather happy today as I worked with Mira Jane in the counter. She was helping people with the request boards as I gave drinks to people. Mostly Cana but still it was a great day today . . . well almost. I was missing my boyfriend. He had been gone on a mission for a long time now, at least a month now. He said it wouldn’t take that long because he took his friends with him. Gray was always so calm and relaxed but before he left he seemed tense about it. Natsu, Erza, Lucy, Happy as well as Wendy and Carla went with him. I swear with a team like that nothing could stop them. How Gray and Natsu weren’t S Class wizards was beyo

Two Days Too Late Edward ElricxReader "And why do you want to become a State Alchemist?" The emotionless voice spoke that one, lone question before leaving you in silence. A smirk pulled at your lips and you crossed your legs easily on the three-legged stool. "Nearly a year ago, a kid named Edward Elric passed the test at age twelve. Well, I'm officially eleven years and ten months, and I plan on beating his record." The man interviewing you leaned back in his chair and rested his chin on his clasped hands. "Thank you, that is all." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "No way!" your teacher called,

“...Jack…?” Someone called, although their voice was distant, like it was in another realm altogether. He shrugged it off, opting to stay in his floaty state. Where everything was okay, where everything was perfect. “JACK! For fuck’s sake...” The same voice shouted, ripping him from his sweet dreamland as his covers were stripped from him and a cold draft hit him like a brick. “Nooo...  m’tired…” He whined, vaguely aware of how scratchy his voice was. He groped around the bed, searching desperately for his lost warmth. “Jack, we have to get to Umbridge’s office. She