Shifter!PrussiaxReader (3) by Master-Of-Ninjas21, literature
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Shifter!PrussiaxReader (3)
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
A resonant scream pierced through the peaceful silence of the forest shrouding over my head. Though the origin of said scream was a complete mystery to me. Why did it sound so sad? So desperate?
So broken?
The sound suddenly came to an echoing halt as I felt a painful sensation build up in my throat, and only then did I finally realize where the scream was coming from. My own mouth. My lips were parted and quivering as I tried and tried again to shout, but no noises managed to escape. My body was devoid of any screams and cries for help. I was empty.
"Are you finally done?" An irritated voice chimed in behind me.
Letting o
Shifter!PrussiaxReader (1) by Master-Of-Ninjas21, literature
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Shifter!PrussiaxReader (1)
Run.
Move.
Breathe.
Those are the only words that are being processed into my mind right now as everything around me was a giant canvas of swirling and blurred colors that would've been a beautiful painting, if it wasn't for the fact /why/ it was like that. My shaking, (s/c) hands were outstretched before me in an attempt to slap away all of the branches and foliage that managed to get in my path as I ran. My legs felt as if they were on fire with all of the adrenaline and blood that was pumping through them, but none of that mattered to me anymore. The intense heat and pain from my legs only encouraged me to move even faster than I was mo
Demon!Prussia x f!Reader - Prologue by gazzpacho, literature
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Demon!Prussia x f!Reader - Prologue
_________ regretted her decision. Well technically it wasn’t her at all. In fact, she had no choice in the decision at all, as all ________’s friends agreed she had to join them. And what she was to join her friends in, was a Ouija Board session. Oh yeah, perfect for _________, who is absolutely terrified of all things supernatural.
“You can’t punch it, how the hell are you supposed to fight it!?” She argued. But her friends would have none of it. They sat _________ down, around a coffee table, and they all placed two fingers on the planchette. The living room they were in was dimly lit, and vaguely smelled
Winter Is Coming [Wolf!Prussia x Reader] by lupus-astra, literature
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Winter Is Coming [Wolf!Prussia x Reader]
Notice: Please read description first, as it will explain some things. Thank you~
The air was becoming colder.
Though, the term "cold" was more like an old friend in these northern lands. Winter was a constant companion for miles upon miles—a bitter wind was almost always nipping at a traveler's nose, snowflakes added to the layers of white innocence in a thick blanket at least every three days, and ice forming crystalline patterns on the trunks of dying trees was more common than the waters of the river that ran past the village truly flowing through the land instead of being frozen in time.
The people of the village had lived in th
Steampunk!Pirate!PrussiaxReader 24 by Alycerain, literature
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Steampunk!Pirate!PrussiaxReader 24
“After them!”
The sky was a bright, clear blue, and the silver trees swayed serenely.
Your head pounded.
“Now!”
You turned your head slightly, eyes still half-closed. Captain Honda was pacing nearby, agitation etched on his face. There were only a few of his pirates around. You assumed the others had gone after Eliza and the others.
You looked back up at the sky, partly biding your time, and partly trying to find the will to move. Your bones felt like stone.
The crunch of grass under Honda's boots was too loud. The taste of death weighed heavy on your tongue. You felt like you might throw up.
You focused on atte
Steampunk!Pirate!PrussiaxReader 23 by Alycerain, literature
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Steampunk!Pirate!PrussiaxReader 23
Your wrists felt raw beneath the stiff rope binding them. You had been struggling with it for the last hour, attempting to loosen the rope enough to slip out, but the progress you had made had gotten you less than a centimeter of space.
The cool metal edge of a gun was pressed into the side of your head; a too-eager pirate walked beside you, finger uncomfortably near the trigger, leering when you stumbled.
It was impossibly hot, sweat dripping down your back and making your clothes cling to you. You could just make out Gilbert walking several feet away, head bent against the beating sun. You thought that the others had to be behind you som
Steampunk!Pirate!PrussiaxReader 22 by Alycerain, literature
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Steampunk!Pirate!PrussiaxReader 22
“Eliza!” you said, gripping her arms to stop yourself from crashing into her. She looked at you with wide eyes. “Honda, he's here. His men are already in the forest. We're too close, we have to go!”
“What?”
“Wake the others!” you said, breaking away to run towards the entrance. Eliza disappeared behind the thick curtain of lichen separating the main room from the room where the others still slept.
Gilbert turned around at the sound of your heavy footsteps. “Captain Honda's on the island,” you said, catching your breath. Gilbert looked stunned.
He followed you back through the rui
Steampunk!Pirate!PrussiaxReader 21 by Alycerain, literature
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Steampunk!Pirate!PrussiaxReader 21
Gilbert stalked through the darkness, staying low in the tall grass. It had grown quiet, save for the occasional scratch of metal in the distance. He didn't see any more automatons.
He didn't see anyone.
The moon was in the sky; the shivering trees glowed with its light. Gilbert leaned back against a tree, catching his breath.
He should have gone back for you. He should have gone back for you.
Gilbert scrubbed a hand over his face. You could be dead. You probably were dead. He hadn't seen the others since the two of you had rescued Punch. Was anyone still alive?
He shook himself. The important thing now was to keep moving, find safety.
Steampunk!Pirate!PrussiaxReader 20 by Alycerain, literature
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Steampunk!Pirate!PrussiaxReader 20
A branch whipped past your face as you ran, cutting a fine line on your cheek. Your legs burned with exertion.
You knew Eliza was somewhere to your left, and you thought you could see Gilbert and Romano.
You didn't see Punch.
The sound of grinding metal was deafening.
The crash of sound changed, coming from another direction; you ducked low just as a hulking, twisted automaton charged through the brush at your side. Regaining your footing, you made a sharp turn, running diagonally towards Eliza.
The machines were everywhere. You could barely see in the heavy darkness.
Then you heard it: a voice, tinny and barely audible above the din.