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Hidden Within UNSC [Chapter 2]Chapter 2: Children of the CountriesHidden Within UNSC [Chapter 2] by Shinigami-Spartan
"Maman, papa, where are you...?" The little girl with [hair color] hair and [eye color] eyes wimpered.
Eternal darkness surrounds her. The only sound that she could hear was herself, echoing into the eternal darkness.
Voices call out for her.
The young child wiped her eyes of tears and looks around to find the direction where the sound is coming from.
As she finds the direction where the sound coming from, she ran towards it.
"(Name)!" The voices call out for her to come to them.
(Name) ran towards it until she stops in behind of a seven feet gray-ish brown being, who stands on its toes, unknown to her. This being was wearing a gold armor, as it turns around and looks down at her, its quadruple-hinged mandibles mouth opens and growled at her.
She stood frozen as the being comes towards her and it took out an object. Blue light flashes on both sides of the object making it look like blades. The being
The Nations after the CollapseAuthor's Note: Read description please.The Nations after the Collapse by Shinigami-Spartan
For centuries, people have been questioning themselves if the personifications of nations of Earth have survived the Collapse. Since the City is the last populated city on Earth. It is what keeps one, some, or even all of them alive.
The descendants of those nations know nothing of what had happened to their ancestors after the Collapse, but some reports have been passed down through generations to the descendants that some of the nations have disappeared instantly in front of their protectors.
The only memories that the City have of the nations were old pictures and videos of them that were recovered by the Guardians in the past, who went to their homes, offices, or government buildings in their captitols that were left in ruins for centuries.
The six Guardians, three Hunters, two Titans, and a Warlock, look down at the City and the Traveler from the mountain with their Ghosts. The Guardians look at each other and nod, they tu
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I Will Always Love You - GermanyxMedic!Reader WWII - FranceHorseandWolfLover93
You ran towards the group of men that were screaming for you. Your medical bag crashed repeatedly into your side. You dodged the trees and tried your best not to get hit with bullets.
“Medic!” One of the men screamed again.
You reached them and started your work on their superior officer. The men around fired into the woods while you fixed the leg of the officer.
“Take him to the medic tent! Use that Jeep!” you screamed at two soldiers.
They nodded and grabbed the man.
“Christ,” you growled, searching for the voice. You took off towards the sound of the screaming.
On your way to the voice through the thick brush, you felt someone grab your hair. You reached behind you and dug your nails into the flesh of the hand that gripped you. Not releasing, you felt yourself being dragged by both your hair and then by your arm. Your captor was behind you, so you didn
Acceptance (England X Reader) [One-Shot]Kibbles518
Acceptance (England X Reader) [One-shot]
A/N: Here's the update I was talking about before the con! This inspiration came from a song by Gorillaz called On Melancholy Hill, such a beautiful peice I literally couldn't stop listening to it for hours. So addicting as well as that album Plastic Beach (: Anyway, please do anyjoy this rather long one-shot and please don't be afraid to comment and/or fav!! Thank you! ^w^
Reaching for the door knob, you quietly pushed your bedroom door open and walked out into the semi-quiet hallway. You really weren’t looking forward to your next thing on your agenda since it required you to sit down on a plane for over nine hours. It was something that you dreaded for a while now. Partly because you had to leave your old home behind and move into a new one across the globe. Well almost across the globe, it was more like an ocean.
(RQ) Germany x Infant!Reader: You are Lovedautumn-maple
((A/N: Trigger warning! The first part of this story is pretty intense and sad. There's some family tension that may hit home for some. It gets a ton better towards the end!))
The early spring, mist-like rain made it difficult to see the road--especially at night. It fell in a constant sheet, reflecting in the lamps and street lights in an eerie yet peaceful way. Ludwig Bielschmidt, who currently sat behind the wheel of his black classy Lexus, drove carefully down the streets as he traveled home from work. Every time someone passed him, he snickered to himself, shaking his head at their lack of safety. He muttered under his breath his desire for them to crash due to their reckless driving. He did see a few cars fishtail as they came to sudden stops. The sight made him laugh.
"Serves zhem right," he said with a smirk as he slowed to a stop at a red light.
Out of the corner of his eye, Ludwig saw a hunched form sitting just outside the lamplight. He turned his head for a better loo
AmericaxReader - Interview with an ImmortalRavens-of-Rome
_____ sighed and ran a hand through her hair as she sat at her desk and pondered. She stared at the Google homepage, then at the blank Word document, then back at the Google homepage. She groaned and rubbed her temple. “Why is this so hard?”
For the last two hours, _____ had been considering topics for her final grade. She was studying at Divites University to hopefully one day become an ambassador, and she was almost finished with her schooling. There was only one thing left for her to complete: the grade for which she was pondering now.
The assignment was fairly simple: Come up with a prompt correlating with country relations, international business, etc. and present your work and thesis on the topic to the class and professor on the due date. It shouldn’t be too hard, _____ thought when receiving the assignment.
But her ordeal now was proving her otherwise.
“Maybe I should take a break,” she thought as she flipped to the browser page and went to
France x Reader - Hear My HeartAProudHetalian
You gently ran your fingers through Francis’ soft blond locks, a smile pulling at your lips when you heard the Frenchman’s content sighs that came with your soothing touch.
At the moment you found yourself in Francis’ house, seated casually on the couch while Francis sat on the floor directly in front of you with his back turned. His head rested comfortably between your legs, a clear invitation that Francis wanted his hair to be played with – after all, it was something he enjoyed quite thoroughly, especially when it was you doing it.
“Je t’aime, _____.” His words were a mere whisper, just barely breaking the silence as he leaned against your touch. “I love you.”
Those words alone were enough to make heat rise to your cheeks, and focusing your gaze on your fingers, you gulped before trying to reply without stuttering. “…I love you too, Francis.”
Words didn’t seem to be enough for the Frenchman as Franc