Reluctant Husband - Dragon!Lithuania x Reader P2 by echosdusk, literature
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Reluctant Husband - Dragon!Lithuania x Reader P2
Part Two: Emissary Toris You woke up with a funny sensation against your cheek, as if some butterfly had come and fluttered upon it, but you sat up with a sigh and got to work. You went straight over to the big animal’s head and carefully you removed the mosses and the paste from the previous night and then eagerly you washed the wound whilst his eyes remained closed expecting pain. You made a new poultice for his wound and bound it again before requesting with hand gestures for him to turn away so he could not see you change. The dragon gave a soft snort and then turned his head away, willing to behave and rumbling away. You then changed quickly and then stroked at his cheeky softly as he breathed a soft snort of amusement at your smiling expression. You were very happy to be able to make the dragon feel comfortable in your presence before you turned and skipped off. You hurried towards home, knowing your parents would want to see you for breakfast, but the household was murmuring
The Coffee Shop Muse [Estonia x Artist!Reader] by ThatOneFic, literature
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The Coffee Shop Muse [Estonia x Artist!Reader]
There was a coffee shop down the street from your dorm that you liked to visit, for several reasons—it was close, surprisingly cheap given the high quality of both product and service, they had a killer caramel hot chocolate, and it was fun to people watch there.
People watching was probably the best part. You often spent time between classes, armed with your drink and pastry of choice and a drawing pad and pencil, whiling away the time sketching baristas, customers and passers-by.
It was during one of these sketch sessions that you first saw him, seated a few tables over. He was about your age, fair haired and bespectacled, and he wo
France X Reader: For Your Entertainment by 12bfeygirl42, literature
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France X Reader: For Your Entertainment
Warning: There is sexual content ahead.
Francis Bonnefoy was a man who devoutly believed in the power of true love. As the personification of France, how could he not? He believed in freedom, beauty, truth, and love, especially love. In his many centuries on this earth, he had fallen in love three times, despite the heartache he knew was sure to follow.
The first to enter his life had been Jeanne. Jeanne had been an angel, and had stolen is heart before he had even grasped what was happening. She loved her country, but her true love was the Lord. It pained him, being so close to her, and yet so far from her. When England lit her aflame, he