Revolutionary-Angel

You groaned in annoyance as you slammed your head down on your desk. This had gotten ridiculous. You looked over to see Loki as he stared at you with a cocked eyebrow and you quickly regained your composure. You looked back at the computer screen and took a deep breath as you started the quiz over again. You answered every one of the questions honestly. As the screen calculated your results you leaned back in your chair only to throw your hands up in surrender as it showed the same result it had earlier. “How the hell did I end up with Hufflepuff?!” “Do you mind not making so much noise?” Loki said as his eyes narrowe

What Becomes of the Brokenhearted TWO "What do you think she's up to right now?" I asked, looking out one of the palace windows. After the girl was discovered by some tall guy and another young woman, my brothers forced me to return home for breakfast.     "She's probably safe with her family now, just like you" Tino said.     "I suppose" I whispered and bit down on one of the fresh fruits we gathered from the garden.     After eating I decided to swim back to the surface, no real reason to be honest, I just wanted to see if more maidens needed rescuing.     However, once I reached the nearest coastline, instead of a maiden I found a you

        A kitten with (Fur Color) fur lay inside a soaked cardboard box. She had no name and was weak. She was the runt of the litter. Sadly for her, that meant her mother would reject her. She had barely eaten and her ribs were showing. Sick, left alone, unable to move, she lay there. She mewed weakly as the harsh snow picked up. Icy wind feeling like cold needles against her filthy fur. Her own fur, cover in oil and other dirt and grime. She lay there mewing for help, hoping that someone would find her.      Russicat padded through the snow through town. He watched as the snow fell from the sky. Wind blew causing it to feel colder. Russic

  Sweden walked through the living room, spying you curled up on the couch with a sweatshirt covering less than half your body. You had been living with him for a good amount of time now. Though, he seemed to suspect that you were afraid of him.   Today, there was a world meeting and as suspected, you came home completely tired out from the hectic change of pace. Ladonia was sleeping peacefully in his room and Sealand was with Finland for the week.   Sweden sighed a bit, taking the small sweatshirt off your shoulders before taking his jacket off and laying it over you. The navy blue jacket covered all of your body with extra

   Chapter 2: The German Next Door     It was a beautiful morning.  The sun was shining.  Birds were singing.  It was the perfect temperature to open the kitchen window while you cooked breakfast.  It was a new day in a new house, and you were up bright and early.  Bacon and eggs sizzled on the pan, and of course, you were watching the episode of The Office where Michael grilled his foot.               The vroom of a vehicle could be heard, and you saw that the mailman had just gone by.  Oh yay, it was first day that your mail would come here!  You turned the burners off since the food was done and headed out front to check the mailbox.  

Netherlands. The thought of Netherlands will never leaving, was it. You placed a bucket over your head, knocking the side of the metal item. Netherlands. Netherlands. You sighed, taking the bucket off your head. "What are you doing, (Name)?" To speak of the devil in daylight... "N-Nothing, Neth!" You stuttered, holding the bucket behind your back with your hands. "My little sister wanted to see you today, so I'm just here to see w-" Netherlands stopped talking as he saw you hiding something behind your back. "What are you hiding, (Name)?" Your brows quarreled together. Hiding was useless from Netherlands. His eyes were too sharp. Yo

To this day, Gilbert Beilschmidt still clearly remembers the moment he first met ___ ___. He was infamous for being a troublemaker with his friends at school and he would always get into fights because of his smugness, being the arrogant person he is. As result, people tend to distance themselves from him as soon as they see him. On that eventful day, he had just finished beating up a group of seniors by himself; however, even though he came out victorious, he was badly wounded and, fortunately for him, ___ just happened to pass by that same hallway he was currently in. She flashed a concerned look once she saw him staggering and breathing h

Conflict 3Bond “I’m glad that you’re finally awake”   The blonde Luciano lookalike held his hands to his hips as he watched you prop yourself up on the queen bed.   “I’m not” You looked down at the chain that bound your foot to the wall behind the bed. You were hoping that when you woke up everything would’ve returned to normal, that the maniacs that surrounded you were just a part of a very, very bad dream. Nature seemed to hate you.   “Now where are my manners? My name’s Flavio” He ignored the glare you shot him “My brother is very sorry for having to do this to

“…OHHH! Gilbert and I are going to be uncles!” “What?” “Big Brother France is the father!” 5 Jaws dropped to the floor with a loud “clank”. Arthur and I were first, both of us upset by what the Spaniard had just said. They (the jaws), were followed by Gilbert’s soon after, because he was surprised in a positive way. Ludwig’s was next, because he was surprised as well, but in a negative way. The last was Matthew who had taken a little while to realize what I’d just said. “W-will I become an uncle…?” “Yeah!! I’ve always seen you as Franc

:bulletblue: Thorin x Reader: Madame Burglar :bulletblue: (F/n) Vermyra Took had always had a penchant for getting into trouble. It wasn't exactly by choice, but somehow or other she always managed it. Whether it was tripping headfirst into the cabbage patch, or breaking her cousin's finest crockery, or just being too bloody cheeky for her own good; trouble followed her. And more often than not, the poor Hobbit paid for her transgressions by being outright excluded. Indeed, most of her kin and neighbors in Hobbiton wanted nothing to do with her. Save for a select few who loved her unconditionally, or felt obligated to keep her close. (F/n) h

:bulletred: Bucky x Reader: Where it Begins :bulletred: (F/n) breathed heavily as her muscles screamed in protest. The woman’s body glistened with fresh sweat as she pushed her physical limits and closed her (e/c) eyes in concentration. She counted slowly in her mind, forcing her arms to raise as each individual number resounded in her thoughts. One. . .  Lift, hold, and drop. Two. . . Rinse and repeat. Three. . . The woman felt like her arms were going to fall off, but she forced herself to continue. If she could just reach ten she could call it day. Just seven more and she’d be able to breathe properly again. With a gasp, s