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Friends Pass and Go,but Feelings are ForeverNyo!Belarus x Reader
For Miabia100’s Love Hate Heart Pains Contest
Trudging through the snow,Nikolai growled.He has never been so frustrated in his life.Anya,his beloved older sister,came home with another man.She confessed that they were dating for almost 3 years in secret and decided to get married.Quickly,jealousy rose within Nikolai, ‘WE were supposed to be together.’ He thought.Before he knew it,he had lunged at the man with full force only to be stopped by his big brother,Dmitri. “не.” Dmitri said followed by a hard gaze.Nikolai hissed and went away ending up in the nearby forest.
The first tree his gaze fell upon on was struck by a silver knife, “Stupid Dmitri…” he growled.Plucking the knife from the tree,he used it to stab the poor tree repeatedly letting out his pent up anger.
“Dang it!” he shouted,giving out the final cut to the tree leaving a stump.He s
Yandere Problems? (FrancisxYandere!Readerx???)"Oh,Francis Dear?" a voice called out that sent chills run down Francis’ spine.
That voice,that line,that aura,that knife,that chill,that girl,that light,that douge and dat ass....
well not really dat ass or the other things that was mentioned but whenever Francis Bonnefoy hears HER voice he'd cringe and attempt to hide himself,however,SHE always finds him.Wherever he goes,wherever he hides and wherever he plans to hide.He wanted to BREAK UP,but he can never muster the courage to do it.He was too beautiful die anyways.
“Ye-yes Ma Cherie?” he tried to calm himself down..
But why is he in this situation?
The school's infamous Casanova with an overly-attached girl?
Well the answer was conscience!
Ofcourse,after dating so much girls and breaking their fragile hearts who wouldn’t feel guilty?He had fallen INLOVE himself before being a Casanova,but why?
“Dear,where are you?” the voice echoed through the h
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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