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Nico x shape shifter readerNico stood on the deck of Argo II his arms cross on one of the railing as he leant on it watching the water slosh against the side of the ship as the sea air below through his hair. He jumped slightly as arms wrapped themselves around his waist and a nose nuzzled it’s self in to his neck taking in his scent.
“I missed you, you know” a feminine was said as their breath fanned over his neck causing Nico to shiver slightly “I thought you where going to join your father permanently when you where brought now broad, I was so worried” the arms where removed as the speaker moved to stand at his side.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, it just that I’ve wanted to do that for a while and when I thought I that I was never going to see you again it tore me apart because I never told you how I feel, I really feel about you.” (name) stop rambling to take a look Nico, his time being held captive by giants has
Vampire 2p Italy x reader - vampire's mate((e/c) coloured eyes stared fearfully into the dark purples ones that had locked on to her own the moment she was dragged into the room. The eyes belonged a well known vampire his name Luciano Vargas the sadistic, energetic and slightly disturbed grandson of one of the vampire kings.
Luciano made a tsking noise as he walked forward to (name) “bella, bella, bella what where you thinking, did you think that you would get away from me” he said with a childish yet dark look on face “ I would follow to the gates of hell and back, il mio dolce amore ingenuo you are my mate”
He glanced at Lutz and Kuro who still held on to (name) arms “you may let mia bella compagna go now” then the pair both answered yes in there native languages as they let her go then went over to the door. (name) tried to back up only to have Luciano get in front for her in a blink of an eye and have him grab her chin, forcing (name) to look at him. Gasping (nam
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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