Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 3- The First"--And-a you can stay with Feliciano in-a his quarters," Lovino said, in a surprisingly kind tone. He set a gloved hand on the door to Feliciano's room. You shot him a weird look, holding your bulky new Assassin clothing in your arms, "Why don't you stay with him? He's your brother, after all.""I can't-a stand my brother," He began, rolling his eyes slightly, "All-a he talks about is-a pasta and pizza, It's-a all so obnoxious
" He opened the door, casually stepping inside. Feliciano had been sent on something called an "ingredient gathering mission", so Lovino was showing you around, helping you get your armor and cloak, and so on.Apparently it was very important, because Feli was sent off not long before he brought you to the Assassin's Den.You carefully stepped inside behind Lovi, looking around. Feliciano's room was messy, several weapons just nonchalantly scattered about at dangerous angles (such as the blade of a scimitar on the ground facing you and Lovino), along with nu
Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 4- The New AssassinYour cheeks got more and more flushed by the minute. How did he randomly teleport into your bed?!Trying to avoid contact with him, you placed your hands against his chest and tried to gently push Feliciano away from you. His brows furrowed at the shove, and made a soft noise in his sleep before wrapping his arms tighter around you. Now you found yourself pressed even closer to the Assassin's chest. You felt warm and safe, though you desperately tried to push that feeling to the back of your mind. You tried to squirm away in one last futile attempt, and eventually gave up.After a while of letting him sleep in silence, you heard a loud yawn next to you. You glanced over to see Feliciano blinking the sleep out of his eyes. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, before he gave a big smile, still clinging to you, "Morning, mia bella.""Good morning Feli
" You muttered, blushing still. He flipped some hair out of his face, "Are you-a okay, [F/N]?" He asked, giving you a con
Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 2- The Brotherhood"What do you say, bella?~"You blinked, uncertainty starting to creep in. You had always worked alone in your work, but you had always felt as if something were missing. It could be a number of things, you thought. Being part of a family, using your gift for a cause bigger than yourself... Or maybe even you just wanted to be with Feli a bit longer. You liked his attitude- you've never experienced this much happiness at once, and it seemed as if he had enough for the both of you.It's not like anything was holding you back, after all. You gave a quick glance around- the streets were cleared except for you, Feliciano, and the lifeless bodies of guards and Arquebusiers downed by Lovino.You continued to stare into his eyes for a moment- in them, you could see nothing but warmth and kindness. They were definitely something you wouldn't want to ever leave."O
O-okay." You gave a short nod. "Really?!" Feliciano asked, his smile getting bigger, if at all possible. "That is-a fantastic!"
Living a Lie.Living a Lie.You say things you don't mean when you're angry.You call me a waste of space and that you can't stand me.When the dust settles you say you don't mean it.You say I should know better than to believe it.As usual I foolishly upkeep your illusive hold on me.I allow you to mute my thoughts and take control of me.You promise and reassure me that it will never happen again.That this is the last time and you will put it all to an end.But I know promises only comfort fools,Who readily allow others to pull the woolOver our eyes because it is easier to swallow the lies.Can it be a mistake if it happens more than twice?Despite my preaching I can never take my own advice.I've realised that this aggression is a part of youAnd because I can never dare to part from you.I have to believe the love you have for me is true.Sometimes you have to take a lie not for what it isBut for the truth and reality it suspends.Withdraw your vengeful tongue and revert it into a kiss.So
Confront Your StormsIf only you knew.I've said those words infinite times,Repetition streaming like raindrops,Pounding, pounding, poundingIn a torrent.The more I think them,The greater the storm.If only you knew.Some days I step outside to a trickle,Other days a surly drizzleThat merely inconveniences.I duck my head,Pop out my umbrella,And continue on to class.If only you knew.Other days a flash flood of tearsAnd half-rational thoughtsDrown my feet in whirling combinationsOf regretAngerSadnessAnd a thousand other emotionsToo complex to state by name.Words turn to mud,Mud to mires.Then the only clear words within me are,"If only you knew."If only you knew.Somewhere else on the planet you reside,A massive urban landscapeWhere you rarely step outside,Or even hear the pitter-patter of rainTapping on your windows,Asking to be let in.You ignore the raindrops,Don't want to know the weather.But if only you knew.Once I descended down from the storms I wreakAnd knocked o
Nonexistent PerfectionShe dreams of perfectionThe perfect guy, sitting next to herHis perfect smile, shining down at herHis perfect arms, wrapped around herHis perfect voice, soothing as he speaksHis perfect everything, perfectly with herHis words gentle, loving, genuineHe would never lie to her.He would never cheat on her.He would never hurt her.He would never stop talking to her.He's perfect, remember?She sits aloneHurt, indecisive, and unknowingOf why this dream can't be real.She waits by herself for something to happen.Nothing.Nothing ever does.She has been hurt.Hurt by her own imagination.As usual.
Bosnia-Herzegovina [APH]"Hello, old friend," Croatia spoke, his voice low and calm. He slowed his pace to a lagging walk before entirely stopping in front of his comrade. Bosnia-Herzegovina was stationed on the ground, bracing his knees against his chest. Croatia could visibly see the other man's beaten and bruised face, his sides heaving in aching, gnawing pain.Bosnia scarcely acknowledged him, "Hello
"Hearing the pathetic rasp in his voice, Croatia slowly sat down next to him. He knew what was wrong- the personification of his fellow European country was being ravaged by his internal conflicts. Violent incidents continue to occur within the man's mind. Croatia quit the Yugoslav federation, and Bosnia wished to follow. Unfortunately, half of him wanted to secede and the other did not.The Croatian man took the upmost care as he gingerly set a hand amid the Bosnian's shoulders, attempting to comfort him. He could feel intense heat emanating from his friend's seething wounds concealed under his torn, wa
EnzymaticIn my tears I drowned for youwhen my cries could not grow fingers to r e a c h ;you were apathy wrapped in silent smiles,which touched and made to feel.I felt youdiscovered you,like children sent scavenging forhidden notes and clues;you were a jagged jigsaw puzzlelovingly pieced together
Done in silence,through studied observationsand tentative smiles aimed at shoulder blades;you would never grant me accessif you knew my subtle intimacy
left one-sided and aching likegoodbyes rolled into single nights of warmth.You were my radiance, illuminating internal corners until I believed that I, too, could shine as bright; it appears only some are meant to be the sun.
A Scholarly MasqueradeSometimes I like to pretend,I'm like the Mariana Trench with my words.That my fingers construct such eloquence,as abyssal and profound as the Grand Canyon.Yet the truth of the matter is that,my heart has not been pulverized into dust.I am about as succint and poignant,as a rusted bucket.
Living ColorsI always choose to notice his colorsthey make him who he isa cosmic blue, a sparkling blonde, a pink from my favorite sunset.creeping into my view as we first meanttinted lights tease me as I begin to starea luminous glow you've achievedjust being alivejust standing thereif I could only touch youbut one can't touch a colorcan't touch a mood or feelcan't touch a rhythm beating in the ears I realize you are beautybut please understandyou must find someone able to wield the living colors in their handsbecause me,well, I'd only drown
I am LoveEverywhere I turn There's another love song. Sweet.