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RomanoXReaderX2P!Italy: MINE (Not ours!) NINE
RomanoXReaderX2P!Italy: MINE (Not Ours!)
Reminder: The 1Ps are Romano, Veneziano, and Sebastian (Felica, Romona, and Cecilia). The 2Ps are Lovino, Feliciano, and Romeo (Lofina, Venice, and Rose). Grazie for listening and hope you like this chapter!
: Reader's POV
“Man arrested for murder of long gone Felicia Beilshmidt. Court says there is no time to waste, and that the trail shall be held as soon as possible.” Lovino quoted the paper.
“Shhhhiiitttttttt” I hissed, sitting on the other side of the table, clenching my fists.
Lovino looked up from the paper and at me. “It'll be held in two days. I'm pretty sure they've contacted his family and Felicia's family.”
“I looked at my house phone and I did get a call.” Veneziano awkwardly said, butting in.
“Well what are we gonna do!?” I shouted. I wasn't in the best mood, but then who would be?
“I've got a plan!
Dark!Fem!Denmark x ReaderIt was fairly cold, the night that they met.
At this time of year, it always looked so beautiful as the snow fell on the beautifully decorated houses, blanketing the ground with finesse, as if they had one mind; sisters and brothers, in the form of snowflakes, gathering together to descend to the earth below them, and make a wonderland for the people they so desperately wish to see, almost as if they, themselves, were human.
Marie stood outside her own home, watching as the snow fell, watching as the hours ticked slowly by, with no hurry, as if she were just leisurely waiting for something-anything, really, to come along and fix her. Regret gnawed at her heart for confiding in her family that she did not like males.
Until she was of legal age, she was called terrible things; things that should never be said to a person, regardless of whether they deserved it or not, things that parents should never say to their child. There was no stopping it once she had said it.
She was shaking.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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