{1/?? }Moon Maiden!Reader x Norway |starlight| by XWesterners-aruX, literature
Literature
{1/?? }Moon Maiden!Reader x Norway |starlight|
A single maiden dressed in a pure white dress like snow, made of satin smoother than water. Her (color) orbs held a gaze softer than fresh picked cotton and the grace of hawks in flight.
She was a moon maiden, follower of Sandman.
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You leapt across the rooftops, the translucent cloak you wore made a billowing sound as you jumped. One could see your silhouette printed across the moon for a few moments before you slipped into a window, taking a pinch of the sparkling dust from the small satchel you had. The stardust was sprinkled on the boy's head, "Sweet dreams." you whispered, slipping out of the window you entered with and jumping to yo
Child!ItalyxSis!Child!ReaderxChild!Romano by Kitty-Kat-DarkSide, literature
Literature
Child!ItalyxSis!Child!ReaderxChild!Romano
Full Title: Child!Italy X Sister!Child!Reader X Child!Romano .: Please Don't Leave Me :.
A/N: You and the Italian brothers will be about 12 years old in this story, both are human as well. There will be no mention of "Country Representations" throughout this for it to make sense. As mentioned, you will also be brother and sister and I don't plan on making incest...If your looking for pure romance, I don't think you'll find it here. Now enough of my ranting, enjoy!
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It was a bit cloudy outside in the field you and your brothers were playing in. Well, it was more like you and Feliciano
FranceXReader: Lolita Part 1 by MoMoOverholt, literature
Literature
FranceXReader: Lolita Part 1
(A/N: The age difference is likely to be illegal in most countries: don't like, don't read. You are a high schooler in this, and Francis is 26. Enjoy~)
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“(Full Name)!! Young lady, you better clean up and get ready because I’m taking you to school today whether you like it or not!!” (Name)’s mother shouted up the stairs.
“I won’t go!!” (Name) yelled down to her mother, loose braids in her hair.
“I don’t believe I asked your opinion, (Name)!” (Name)’s mother retaliated, putting in