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Shadow!Italy(Fauchereve) x Reader-BeAuTiFuL DrEaMs-
Shadow!Italy(Fauchereve) x Reader
It was quite… alluring, the idea of a world where all your wishes could come true, even more so was it true that you wouldn’t want to leave such a place. Dreams were nice, it would be nice there, now wouldn’t it?
No need to worry about monsters in your nightmares, or even about the problems in the real world… You would… Much rather be in a beautiful dream.
So, it had been a pretty nice day for a day in your life, no large problems or the like, but you had gone straight into your room and fallen asleep, excited for the dream to come, though you knew it was wrong.
A bright world, delicate butterflies dancing in the air. Everything illuminated with sunlight and random flowers scattered in a disorderly fashion along the ground, then a cheerful and familiar voice broke the silence,
“Hello~!” It called, and your gaze landed on your friend of many years. Oh- That was the disguise
Canada's Dream -Story Entry-
-Focused on Canada-
Canada had been looking around the snow filled world, hands clasped infront of himself as he let out a soft breath, watching it slowly rise up to the grey and cloudy skies. His violet eyes traveled as he bit his lip nervously, wondering why, currently, he was all alone. He sat down, holding the polarbear which, much to Matthew's happiness, remembered who the Canadian was.
He took it yet another deep breath, leaning back before hearing a steady 'crunch' in the snow; footsteps slowly nearing
the male. He blinked, looking over and catching sight of his father; Otherwise known as Francis Bonnefoy. This caused him to smile faintly and stand up, rushing over. Blinking when he was met by a rather tight hug, "D-Dad?"
The Country of Love soon let go, giving his head a curious tilt as he smiled lightly, "What is it?" He asked, grabbing the males hand as he pulled back, "Is something wrong...?" Came the question masked with concern.
Matthew blinked, biting his lip in a gentle
-Coma- Fauchereve x ReaderA coma.
Caused by many things… Solved by little. A car crash, a blow to the head, an overdose; or, perhaps, a lonely dream reaper.
A dream reaper, or, Fauchereve, or whatever you wish to call it, lured people into coma’s by causing the accidents that caused them. Usually at night, since they couldn't be seen, you know, or in a storm.
Rain poured, streaking across windows, soaking the road, as well as the surrounding fields. Wind raced against its own being, knocking leaves free of their branches and tearing dirt off of the ground.
It was, obviously enough, growing hard to see, even with the headlights; in fact, it was enough to make one believe that the world had been obliterated, destroyed and left in complete and utter darkness.
A sound of a nearing car.
A loud, ear piercing screech like a child’s scream.
A sudden crash.
Breaking glass-- Breaking bones.
The monitor, It let out another mildly annoying beep, sigh
-Loneliness | Memorials | Painful Memories-(Mostly focused on the Fauchereve)
The Fauchereve found himself humming quietly, looking around his quiet and empty world. He smiles brightly, before it drops and he looks around himself, watching the multiple butterflies float by. He had tried to eat some-- once, that is-- Never again. They didn't have a very pleasant taste. He was currently waiting for one of his friends to fall asleep, blinking at the little timber-tigers which occasionally darted across his path.
Hm? Oh- You probably know timber-tigers as squirells, right? Yeah- He likes to eat those quite a bit, and pet them, they're really warm and makes him feel warm and cozy inside.
You see- This is what happens when he was alone. If he had a friend present the entire time; none of this would happen. No-- He'd just have to wait- Just be patient, though it was rather boring for the Fauchereve.
He had been alone since the disappearance of the rest of the Fauchereve's- His parents included. Thinking about them hurt though,
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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