Garasu no okimono, Sebastian Michaelis x ReaderGarasu no okimono, Sebastian Michaelis x Reader by Numbuh1000
The edges of your feather duster lightly dragged across the fine crystal decorations, ridding them of dirt and smudges. First, the dog, then the rabbit, next, the dove, and the raven...
A cool, gloved finger ran across your waist, lighting a smug smile upon your lips.
"Look who is back." You spoke nonchalantly, turning to the next shelf of figurines.
"It still startles me how unafraid you are of me, m'lady." Sebastian noted with a hint of humor in his rich voice.
He was a striking figure in the lone light of the sunset, its beams streaming through the uniform line of bay windows. One could have marked him as an albino, with pale skin and red eyes, but the ebony hair spoke differently. His uniform was pressed and starched, not a single speck or stain in sight. He looked so clean and perfect, it almost hurt to look too long.
It was a private moment in the back hallway. The black oak wood paneled walls and floors made it seem darker than it was, but not in a bad way. Just an intimate one.
The Skilled Art of Flirting: Hetalia x Fem!ReaderThe Skilled Art of Flirting!
Warning: Hetalia men are flirting with YOU! Also there are a few curse words!
“Ravioli, ravioli!” Veneziano cheered and served the pasta. “Bella, won’t you give me your numberoli?”
“That’s so cute, Veneziano. You made number and ravioli rhyme!” You giggled at his silly pick up line.
Francis sat down beside you and put his arm around your shoulder. His sultry voice mumbled low into your ear. “If you chose him, he’ll make you breakfast every day, but if you chose me, I’ll be your breakfast every day. Je t’aime.”
“Wine bastard! Fratello! Let me show you how it is done!” Romano strolled into the room and locked eyes with you. “Rose are red. Violets are blue. Damn. Let me kiss you!”
“Blunt, but straight to the point.” You smiled.
The testosterone levels were rising. Why were these men being extra flirty today? V
Spain X Turtle! Reader - Chapter 3Hearing the merry shout echo throughout the house at seven in the morning filled everyone in the house with an odd sensation, Antonio with a very surprised one, Lovino with a horrible sense of dread as he face-planted into his cereal and you with the sudden urge to crawl in your shell. Which you did.
At that very moment a merry brown-haired italian burst in through the kitchen door and ran up to Lovino and hugged him with such a force that it knocked both of them to the floor. Antonio jumped up from his seat and ran to the two,
"F-Feli?! Lovi?! Are you two okay?!" he asked conern lacing his words, the man with the lighter-brown hair ignored him and continued rubbing his cheek against Lovino's, Lovino meanwhile had an irritated look 0n his milk drenched face (From the cereal, not Feli, Feli does not give off milk from his cheeks...Or does he?)
"GET A-OFF ME BASTARD!!!" He exploded, pushed the younger male off him and walked out the door, only to bump into the buff chest of a blond