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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
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
-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
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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