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Documents (Sari Sumdac x Male!Reader) -REQUEST-Documents (Sari Sumdac x Male!Reader) -REQUEST- by ShadowsByDay
You held your breath as you approached your destination- the famed Autobot's secret base. Somehow, your “Master” had come across it's location and ordered you to secure some documents that he had thought were stashed there.
A mental image of the man you had been forced to serve came to your mind, making you sneer. You had been sold into his care at the young age of four. You had no memory of who had sold you to him, or your parents. You'd been trained in the arts of stealth and weaponry since the first day you'd arrived at his manor. The only reason you obeyed him now was to keep his trust. This ensured that you would get sent out on long, faraway missions so you wouldn't have to stay in his company as often. You would've run away if you thought you could away with it, but he would send assassins after you like he had his previous 'Ninja-Master'.
Focusing on your task, you shoved all thoughts of “Master” out of your mind and steadied your heartbeat. Reaching up,
Live and Let Spy- Fem!Scotland x Male!ReaderLive and Let Spy- Fem!Scotland x Male!Reader by Naked-toes
'When there is no enemy within, the enemies outside cannot hurt you.'- Unknown
She'd been with you from the start, from the very first day, from the very moment you were given your gun and told to shoot at the paper target. You'd missed, terribly, you remembered that. You'd curled up slightly, trying to hide yourself from the scathing glares you were getting from left and right. And then Allison had walked in, not seeming to care she was almost an hour late, auburn hair falling messily around her shoulders, green eyes glaring around the room, a cigarette hanging out of her mouth at an angle. Your heart had skipped a beat the moment you first saw her. And, let's be honest, you must have done something similar to her, even if she didn't show it. Sure, she was sarcastic, mocking, domineering. But there was something else there too, present every time she gave you your mission papers, handed you a gun and told you not to fuck it up. It had been obvious, even back then. Even before t
The Soldier and the Saint: Russia x Male!ReaderYou pushed through the crowd, trying to reach the familiar face. You couldn't see him clearly, but you knew it was him; the tall frame that seemed to dominate the people around him, the pale hair, cut so roughly you could see the path the scissors had made, the scarf flapping around his neck like a wounded animal trying to escape. It was Ivan, you knew it.The Soldier and the Saint: Russia x Male!Reader by Naked-toes
You'd missed him so much; his absence making the farm feel empty, the very soul of the buildings gone. Though you'd thought it was a worthy cause, otherwise you'd have never let Ivan go, no matter how many rumours that would have stirred up. Not that there weren't rumours anyway; you were almost certain that everyone from your home to the nearby village knew about it given the way they glared at you while pulling their children to the other side of the road.
None of that mattered though; Ivan was back and, for a few weeks at least, your life would feel like pure joy.
The smoke billowed around you as you moved closer to the end of the
The Shadow People: Russia x Daemon!Male!ReaderThe Shadow People: Russia x Daemon!Male!Reader by Naked-toes
You hated him. Hated him from the centre of your very existence; hated his dismissal of everything you did for him, hated the pent up cruelty within him that found you its victim, hated that eternally present smile, mocking and scorning everything you were, like you weren't even capable of being a person. And, in the eyes of many, you weren't.
The entire story was never publicized, so you had to piece together every little rumour on the streets, every single piece of gossip and every obscure reference in long forgotten tomes. It hadn't been easy and sometimes you were forced to doubt the validity of what you had heard, but it was all you had. All you had to explain your very existence.
In the world you lived in, a person's existence was defined by their soul. Without that soul, they weren't seen as a person, but as an animal, a piece of property to be owned and used at will, before being disposed of once they had served their purpose. The problem was that nobody knew who these soulless
Germany x Male!Crossdressing!ReaderYou walk down the street away from school. It's about two o'clock and you've just gotten out so just like any other day you're walking home. As usual you're wearing the girl uniform; red plaid skirt, white blouse, red bowtie, and a sweater over it for the cold autumn weather.Germany x Male!Crossdressing!Reader by Italia19
"Come on Luddy!" you call back to Ludwig, your adopted brother, as you stop at the corner. Your messenger bag swings as you wave for him to hurry up. Your short hair a mess as you wait for him. A couple boys are already at the corner and stare at you with matching smirks on their faces.
"Hey babe, maybe you want to come to my place later?" one boy asks you as another stands to your side, just a little too close for comfort.
"No thanks," you tell him as you take a step back. Suddenly the boy that's next to you has his hands up your shirt. You shriek in shock as you kick your leg up his crotch, causing him to double over in pain and effectively remove his hands from you. You're suddenly pulled behind someone and you
'Til Life do us Part- Male!Reader x Lithuania'Til Life do us Part- Male!Reader x Lithuania by Naked-toes
You had been dead for three weeks, two days, one hour and sixteen minutes. At least that was what you estimated, given the dates on the calendars, the times on the clocks. It was just an estimate of course; you were using the last time you remembered as an indicator of when you died. Because you had died and you knew it. Just as you knew there was only one person who would have brought you back. Toris. Sweet, sweet Toris, who thought he’d been doing the right thing, who thought that he could bring you back from the dead unharmed.
God he was so naïve.
Not that you could have blamed him. He was new to this thing, new to the idea of humans not being the only sentient beings, of all those old stories that mothers used to tell their children to scare them into sleep being true. You’d admit that was partially your fault. You’d forced him to acknowledge this, told him just enough that you thought he’d be safe. Except that dying hadn’t been something yo