cosettevin

Death the Kid x OneEyed!Reader Part One -Okay so this is just a story I wanted to do. To all those DTK fangirls out there, I’m sorry if he’s a little too OCC or mean. Oh well. And oh yeah, Raymond is your weapon. He’s a perv and is obsessed with you. He is also friends with Soul and Black*Star. Yep. Legit.- Hell of a Time     -Third Person POV- Many people would look upon and see a nearly flawless woman. Long legs, smooth skin, shiny hair, plump lips; and one lovely, bright, (_e/c_) eye.  She was considered an angel shot down, a goddess struck by Zeus, when in reality, she was a warrior who had fought for what she belie

When I was a child I used to swing. And swing would give me scars. But I loved my swing. I could fly. I could dream. I could listen. The steady pace it moved. The fireflies I caught in the summer. The snowflakes I caught in the winter All became part of my childhood. Part of me. And I was happy. When was a child I used to swing. And the swing would give me scars. And they are still there. Yet I don't regret a thing. From when I used to swing.

A young female warrior walked along a shore. A shore patterned by the water, shells,and wind. By the broken  pieces of glass from the bottles of deadly alcohol thrown overboard by pirates. By the foam of the waves that refused to stop churning. The woman came to a halt at a line of archers and blade masters. They broke apart, allowing her to see and pass through. There laid a crumbled body of a once handsome man. Realizing who it was, the girl ran to him. Seeing he was far from being able to help, his wounds far from healing, the woman swore at the top of her lungs and flung the holy sword from her hand. It flew past all the others and impell

--NOTE: THERE WILL BE A FUTURE LEMON. I mean how else will the child come into play? I'm trying to go in order. By countries that is. Sooooo. Yeah. Idk howmany parts for each country. Please enjoy, America Fangirls!-- ... Alfred F. Jones, United States of America. 'Great,' You thought. The man came up behind you. He looked towards the paper and nodded. "Alfred," A man in a tan Air Force jacket and ridiculously distinctive cow lick shot up. He had dusty blond hair, gray glasses, and eccentric blue eyes. "Yes, sir!" He stated, saluting. "You were chosen," The man informed. "Now lets start the introductions..." .::Time Skip::. (Car Rides :3)

The Crows Feather A lone feather, stuck to a tree Oh, how I hear it calling me I climb the branches And tear the leaves But all I care about is touching the forgotten seam A lone feather, stuck to a tree Why, oh why, did you call me You are gone now Nothing but air But how could I forget that precious tear A lone girl, and it is me Why, oh why, did Death call me I should have known When I saw that feather That while a doves is hope A crows is no better.

--Note: This is NOT part of my HetaliaxNymph!Reader. Even though you're not human in this, I just didn't know what to call you. So. Just be something. Not human. Or you can be human. I'm gonna stop:) Okay. Please enjoy!-- You couldn't believe it. You, (__f/n__) (__l/n__), had been kidnapped. By the government. The government! 'I'm never voting again...' You thought as you sat there in all your beauty. (__h/l__), (__h/c__) locks framed your slim, well featured face. Your (__s/c__) arms were long as well as your flawless legs. Your hands were small and delicate; your fingers, slender and shaped as they held your head. (__e/c__) orbs drifted la

-----Okay. Finally at my sister's house. And I'm still on my phone. Getting a laptop out is wayyyyyy to hard. I mean, that takes EFFORT. EFFORT guys. I don't have time for that shit. MATURE CONTENT NOW. Anywho. Part 3. Of the intro. Dammit this will be long.-----                    Your P.O.V.     "So if jour not a human, vhat are jou?" Asked the red eyed boy. "Oh," I answered, giving him a smile. "I'm a nymph. My name's (__y/n__). What's yours?" "I-I'm 'Zhe Aweso-" "His name's Prussia." The brown-haired boy butted in. "Prussia? What a weird name." "Nein! Mein name's 'Zhe Awesome Prussia'!" I looked at him and narrowed my eyes. "V-Vhat? D

-----Okayyy. I am back. To no one. Figures. Jk. I'm not known but I'll still write! Cosette never gives up! Okay next part. Prussia's  point of view first. Also, you'll learn the counties names (human wise)  later in the series. And this is the chapter where you describe your appearance.-----              ~Prussia's P.O.V~     Today vas going awesome. I vas beating Hungary just like alvays. Vith mein awesome skills. As he vas getting closer to losing, I decided to claim victory so he vouldn't collapse and die. "Ha! I vin!" I stated as I raised mein awesome sword to zhe sky. "I'm still standing, idiot." Hungary said.  "Vell, jou wer-" I va

-----Oh my gawwwd. Writing a manga series is fucking hard. Great. Now I have to put a language thing sign on here. MATURE CONTENT GUYS. This is hardcore in reality. Anyways. This will be super long. The intro and the main story. Also the character is based off me in real life so the nymph is a serious kind of person. Also, you will get to pick the man in the end. K. Bye. READ.-----    "Ahh. Father, where are you?" The little nymph whispered. (__y/n__) was an elemental nymph. A very strong and dangerous kind. Also the rarest. She was to be carefully raised and watched. Her mother did well in this field. As for her father, he did not. She had