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Lotus JapanxReader fluff thingA/N: Holy love of balls I finally got a laptop! And so I wrote a short drabble fluff thing with Japan. Short drabble is short. Enjoy!Lotus JapanxReader fluff thing by xMossyx
Fish of all sizes and patterns weaved there way around the clear water, their beauty adding to the tranquil atmosphere. Among the koi pond, flowers of different colors rested on the surface, the lotus. A soft breeze interrupted the serine state as it rippled through the water, pushing a light blue colored plant towards the pond's shore.
Lean fingers cut the flower from its underwater stem with a quick sweep of a knife. Picking up the colored lotus, he gazed down at it through calm brown eyes.
"Wisdom. As well as victory of the spirit over the senses. The blue lotus represents both." Looking over at you, sitting in the cool grass, your face illuminated by the sun's warm rays, he wrapped the blue flower in your (hair length/color) locks.
"The lotus itself symbolizes purity and enlightenment. Even though it starts out small, and in the mud on the flo
Papa!Sweden x Child!ReaderA/N: Well here's the another story I can cross off my checklist! I hope the requester likes it. This does contain spanking of a minor. Don't like, don't read.Papa!Sweden x Child!Reader by xMossyx
If there was one thing to be said about your father, Berwald, it was this, the man was protective. He had so many rules for you to follow, and was really strict when it came to you obeying them. Most of the time, you were a good girl. One of his most important rules was to never go into his workshop without him knowing you were there.
It was getting late in the day as you sat and watched your step brother, Peter, play video games. He usually never let you play, but you liked watching him more anyway. However, this has been going on all day long. He played video games and your papa worked in the shop. As time drew on, you became bored of watching him play his XBox and decided it would be more fun to watch your father work. Getting up, you headed to the door wear his shop was.
"Papa!" You called, knocking on the door. "Papa!
GermanyxDancer!Reader Fall for YouGermanyxDancer!Reader Fall for You by Chai-turtle
Fall for You
“Why can’t you come? You promised! This was so important to me! I’ve been working all year for this!”
“I’m sorry (y/n)! How many times do I have to say it? But would you rather have money coming in or me go to your stupid dance!”
“I can’t believe you just called it stupid!”
“Sorry but that’s what happens when you’re angry! You call things stupid!”
“God! I can’t take this anymore. It’s like you don’t love me anymore!”
“Now you know how I feel!”
“I’m going to my studio.”
(y/n) grabbed her dance bag and descended the stairs. She danced to calm herself, and escape reality when she was angry. Which was a lot recently. Ludwig and his girlfriend, (y/n), had been fighting a lot as of late. It was to the point where they fight over spilt salt. It was annoying to both of them, but they couldn’t stop.
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