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Again With MeOdin – один
Early September, 1914
"You look so handsome, Ivan Rossiyavich."
"Thank you, Tsarina," Russia said sincerely as the woman to whom he spoke, Alexandra Romanova, adjusted the lay of his scarf over his uniform. This was the last he would see of her, of the family, for many months, and the love he had in his heart for her, for the children, allowed him to consent to the way they fussed over him—how the girls offered him knitted gloves and sweaters and socks and signed icons of orthodox saints, how Tsarina Alexandra worried for him and spoke to him as though she had borne him herself.
Of course, he would have consented to such treatment anyway.
"We'll pray for you, Cousin Vanya," one of the girls, fifteen year old Marie, promised.
"Thank you, Marie Nicholaevna," he replied.
"You'll write us often?" This was the eldest of the four girls, Olga. She tried her hardest to be grown up, but the worry in her eyes reminded Russia of her ag
Demon!Russia x Reader Part 1 (rewrite)You had never been given a soul. This was why you were knelt on the filth-caked tiles, working until your fingers bled.Demon!Russia x Reader Part 1 (rewrite) by SmarticleParticle
Your hands stung in the searing, cloudy water as you scrubbed the dirt from some Exorcist’s white robes. They were probably Daniel’s, given how they stank.
You sighed, wringing the robe out and passing it to Morgan. He was only four, but since he was one of a set of triplets, he and his brother Stefan had been denied the privilege of a soul.
Kazimira had made it quite clear that they were lucky to be alive at all.
You watched as Morgan ran out to hang the robe on the line outside, before you dragged the basin of water outside and turned the lawn into a frothy swamp.
This communal hut for the Soulless wasn’t your home. You didn’t care what happened to it.
Sighing again, you scraped your (h/c) hair up into a bun. It was barely daylight, and already you felt comple
Confessions“I love you, Marco.”Confessions by SmarticleParticle
Jean sighed. It hurt. He had fought too many battles for too long and everything ached. His ribs bore purple bruises where the straps of his 3DM gear dug into his flesh. How the hell did Hanji and Erwin and that shortarse Levi manage like that for so many years?
The wind toyed with his hair, playfully flicking it the way he so desperately wanted Marco to. It was a cool breeze—one that had come from outside.
“I brought you flowers,” he ventured. “Foxgloves—you told me they were your favourites, because when the wind blows them they look like little church bells. I remembered that, see?” Jean held the bouquet up to the breeze. If the delicate pastel flowers really were bells, they would have tinkled.
The man (Jean had brought down six titans so far, and he no longer thought of himself as a boy, seventeen years old or not) sat down on the grass, which was still damp with early-morning dew. He gently laid the flo
Demon!Russia x Reader Ch5.5: Author's NoteHey guys! I'm still alive! I'm sorry if I got anyone's hopes up because this is just an author note, but I've tried to say this in my journals before and I don't think anyone reads them.Demon!Russia x Reader Ch5.5: Author's Note by SmarticleParticle
I recently went back on dA for the first time in ages and holy shit. Do you know how many hits the first chapter of this fic has?
Nearly foUR THOUSAND
WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE.
Anyway, I can't leave this fic unfinished with that kind of audience. The thing is, over the year since I started that fic, I've had a lot of issues irl and writing was quite difficult for me.
BUT! Things are getting better now. I should be starting therapy soon and I finished school yesterday. I only have four more GCSE exams to sit and then I'm done! This means I'm going to have nothing to do for three months so it seems like a good time to finish this fanfic!
However, I've been rereading it and I can do a lot better. I didn't even know how I wanted that fic to end. *headdesk* So this is my plan for my super-long summer ho
Russia x Reader Commission Ch.1How had it come to this?Russia x Reader Commission Ch.1 by SmarticleParticle
Six months ago, you had it all. A beautiful palace, loving parents, gorgeous friends. You would spend hours wandering through the vast gardens, or reading in the massive library, or mingling with your father’s many guests.
How far you’d fallen.
You stepped out of your dress, bare skin prickling in the cold of the room he had given you. You were lucky to have this much; it had taken three months of careful persuasion for him to allow you your own bed. That did not guarantee privacy, though. He could ‘visit’ at any time, which was why you had to wear those hateful short nightdresses with too much lace and too little fabric.
As you made to get into bed, you caught your reflection in the mirror. It made you pause. You thought that by now you would be accustomed to your pale skin, protruding bones and shadowed eyes, but apparently not.
You blew out the candle and lay stiffly on the firm mattress, waiting for sleep to claim you.
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