FrancexReader - A Kiss at Midnight (Chapter Two)Tuesday, January 1st 2013FrancexReader - A Kiss at Midnight (Chapter Two) by DocileGloom
"-- He's some kind of twisted stalker!"
"He is not!"
"Okay, then maybe he's a dangerous murderer."
"He said he wasn't a pervert."
"Oh, sorry, I forgot. It's fine to sexually harass a young women as long as you clearly state beforehand that you're not a pervert." She slammed her hands firmly on the coffee table, startling you, "Come on _______! He's clearly a pervert if he thinks kissing a random stranger is appropriate."
"Liz, please... He wasn't like what you're making him out to be at all!"
"How do you know? He could have been walking around kissing random girls all day! After all, it was New Year's Eve - a perfect time for lecherous men to pray on vulnerable woman - and who's to say he isn't one of those types. He could be getting sick, evil kicks out it for all you know--" Liz's forest green eyes opened wide. "Maybe he kisses woman he's planning to murder in cold blood... Te jó Isten! You've just
Daddy!EnglandxReader - Broken (Chapter Four)He could hear rushing water.Daddy!EnglandxReader - Broken (Chapter Four) by DocileGloom
... Rushing water?
Awaking from the dark shadows that taunted the edge of his vision, Arthur was met with a painfully bright light as he slowly opened his eyes.
He winced against the sun, feeling a sharp sting emerge on the right side of his head. Pressing a hand to his forehead to shade himself, he found his skin oddly cool to the touch.
There was no doubt he had, for some reason, woken up outside.
Arthur pushed himself into a sitting position and waited for his vision to normalise. He was in a valley, with nothing but the rolling hills that spanned all the way out to the horizon, and lush greenery which stretched out beneath the willows that surrounded a nearby brook in a seemingly endless green carpet. Above him, there was not a single cloud in sight. In fact, the sky overhead was the bluest Arthur had ever seen it.
For a few minutes he gazed around, taking in the scenery in a sort of mindless fashion, lulled by the soft burble of runn