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Nile x reader 1Nile x readerNile x reader 1 by ~ksougstad
It
was just a hot day in Africa. The usual. But today the selection tournament was
taking place; you just had to escape the boredom of home somehow so you went.
Taking your seat in the third row you watched it begin, but one boy caught your
eye, a young boy with orange bangs and brown hair, emerald green eyes and
orange tattoos underneath. The moment you saw him you thought, ÒHeÕs probably
just another blader bound to fail.Ó But to your surprise he was incredibly
strong. He blew away the competition with one blow. But what he did next
surprised you, he looked straight at you. You froze, he was s
[ APH ] Kugelmugel x Reader Request[ APH ] Kugelmugel x Reader Request by ~26-days-of-spring
A/N: Since Kugelmugel doesn't have an official name, I thought Julian Edelstein because that was the only name I found in 'CountryXReader' that would suit him. Also I am not familiar with his personality so I apologize if he is OOC.
( This is written on an iPad )
This is an Hetalia Reader Insert Request.
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A (h/c) young woman wearing the female version of Gauken Hetalia Academy's uniform was searching the school hallways for her Austrian friend, Julian Edelstein. Usually he would be waiting by the school gate, but she didn't see him after the bell rung.
Yes, My Lady : Butler!England x Lady!ReaderYes, My LadyYes, My Lady : Butler!England x Lady!Reader by *Rainatmosphere
: Butler!England x Lady!Reader :
=Victorian Era=
“My lady…it has been an hour past your curfew.” I was acutely aware of the door opening to reveal my butler, holding up a lit candelabrum and giving me a dissatisfied frown.
“Leave me in peace, Arthur.” I murmured, returning my gaze to the multiple sheets of paper, quill held suspended in my grip. The candle in the oil lamp beside me flickered and cast shadows that seemed to dance and come alive about me. My butler, being the stubborn man he is, refused to heed my demands and stepped into the room to stride towards my desk. He grabbed my wrist firml
