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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
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