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“if only the dead did not have such cold hands” Despite the happy photographs that littered the cramped apartment you shared with the brunette Italian, despondency lingered between the two of you. Nights you once spent caged in his surprisingly strong arms were now wasted on the couch, typing away for a novel you knew would never get published. Whenever you were in the mood, which was rarely, Nico was already preoccupied with his medical texts – and you didn’t want to distract him from his studies. “I’m sorry we aren’t spending that much time together anymore,” You murmur one night, before tu

Be Alone Paramore Nico di Angelo x Reader So what if I don’t have, A lot to talk about? I shut my mouth and keep it, Locked until it counts You were sitting next to your brother Link and your friends, Leo, Nico, Piper, Jason, Percy, and Annabeth. You were all watching the fireworks on a picnic blanket. Leo was cracking jokes, Annabeth was lying on Percy, and Jason and Piper, who were behind Nico, were holding hands. Nico and you were sitting next to each other silently. And what if I don’t ever want, To leave my house? Stay on the couch while All my friends are going out. Sure you were a little jealous of all the couples yo

[First]. Whenever he heard that name, Gray felt a shudder reverberate inexorably down his spine. You were reckless, loud, your tongue was sharper than a blade and you never wasted the opportunity to tear him down with your rapier wit. To say that you were a bigger pain in the ass than Natsu would be a monumental understatement. No hatred for one soul was purer than his for you. And the feeling was mutual. So why, in all that was holy, did Makarov find it appropriate to pair the two of you up on every other mission? It wasn’t like he hated you because you used lava as your preferred type of magic—or, maybe it was – but

“What are you doing here, ____?” You looked up to see the friendly, Italian man smiling at you. “Oh, hello, Feliciano. I just wanted to get out for a bit and enjoy the nice weather.” “Ve, it is a lot warmer out now, isn’t it?” He grinned widely, his eyes closing from the large smile. “Do you want to sit down with me for a while?” You patted the empty seat of the park bench. Feliciano nodded enthusiastically before taking his seat. You sat in silence for several minutes, enjoying the feeling of the warm sun on your exposed skin. Your Italian friend began to hum a whimsical tune as you b

~Spiel strasse~ *Teacher!Prussia X Student!Reader* 'If you want to find out What love is about And if you are lonley baby Just open your mind You're one of a kind Just gotta live your life...' The older Beilschmidt contemplated,his head in his hand,while the students wrote.It was the final exam,as the teenagers were to finish their Senior year. Blue inked pens hit the blank pages,circling correct - or thought to be correct - answers,filling in the gaps,differently coloured orbs reading at an incredibile speed the text - it was a fragment from Goethe's well known piece of art,'Faust',as the German teacher thought nothing would represen

Sitting on a bar stool, nursing the best scotch the pub had to offer, Allistor Kirkland didn’t have too much to complain about. He had a drink, a cigar, and all the time in the world. Not literally, of course (the paperwork had to be done at some point), but it was nice to pretend. Now all he needed was a fight. One particularly drunken man was causing a ruckus across the bar, shouting for more drinks in a voice so slurred, words could barely be recognized. Allistor growled in annoyance, his grip tightening on the bottle in his hand, teeth grinding against the cigar perched on his lips. It looked like he had his target, and perfect tim