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Moonlight Waltz (Dimitri/Byleth)
Fhirdiad’s magnificent gardens were laced with a delicate frost. In the soft light of the moon, the whole garden shone like a relief in silver. Byleth found herself amazed by both its beauty and its promise. The ground was fading from winter into springtime. Where thick layers of snow had previously hidden the grass, now only delicate frost remained. Her heart swelled at the sight. It was as if the land itself was awakening at the arrival of her true king. How surreal these past few months had been! Only a few short months ago, Dimitri had wandered wraith-like through the monastery, hardly alive but not yet dead. His gentle heart buried beneath years of pain and suffering, almost choked like the little purple crocuses beneath the winter’s snow. His eyes alight only to blaze with the eternal flames he wished upon his enemies. Only a few months ago, their campaign pointed on a suicidal route southward, to Enbarr and certain death. And on bloody Gronder Field, everything
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55 deviations
Literature
Moonlight Waltz (Dimitri/Byleth)
Fhirdiad’s magnificent gardens were laced with a delicate frost. In the soft light of the moon, the whole garden shone like a relief in silver. Byleth found herself amazed by both its beauty and its promise. The ground was fading from winter into springtime. Where thick layers of snow had previously hidden the grass, now only delicate frost remained. Her heart swelled at the sight. It was as if the land itself was awakening at the arrival of her true king. How surreal these past few months had been! Only a few short months ago, Dimitri had wandered wraith-like through the monastery, hardly alive but not yet dead. His gentle heart buried beneath years of pain and suffering, almost choked like the little purple crocuses beneath the winter’s snow. His eyes alight only to blaze with the eternal flames he wished upon his enemies. Only a few months ago, their campaign pointed on a suicidal route southward, to Enbarr and certain death. And on bloody Gronder Field, everything
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54 deviations
Literature
Moonlight Waltz (Dimitri/Byleth)
Fhirdiad’s magnificent gardens were laced with a delicate frost. In the soft light of the moon, the whole garden shone like a relief in silver. Byleth found herself amazed by both its beauty and its promise. The ground was fading from winter into springtime. Where thick layers of snow had previously hidden the grass, now only delicate frost remained. Her heart swelled at the sight. It was as if the land itself was awakening at the arrival of her true king. How surreal these past few months had been! Only a few short months ago, Dimitri had wandered wraith-like through the monastery, hardly alive but not yet dead. His gentle heart buried beneath years of pain and suffering, almost choked like the little purple crocuses beneath the winter’s snow. His eyes alight only to blaze with the eternal flames he wished upon his enemies. Only a few months ago, their campaign pointed on a suicidal route southward, to Enbarr and certain death. And on bloody Gronder Field, everything
Fire Emblem
2 deviations
Literature
Injured!GermanyXNurse!Reader: 'Til I Awaken ch1
'Til I Awaken
I gazed at the prone form lying on the clean white sheets. His well-muscled chest—still swathed in dark purple-splotched bandages—rose and fell in an unending cadence. His face, strong and scarred, had the eerily serene look of the sleeping dead, as the battlefield nurses called his condition. This blonde man's injuries had been so severe during the battle, his body had withdrawn deep into itself to try and shelter the small spark of life that it could maintain. However, in doing this, his body entered a dangerous gamble. Sometimes, that spark of life never can comp
'Til I Awaken
8 deviations
Literature
GermanyXMute!Reader Request: Silent Sparrow
A miracle, they said: a miracle that she survived; a miracle that she is alive. A miracle, they said over and over: a miracle that the knife just missed her carotid artery; a miracle that she made it to the hospital so quickly. A miracle they say. A miracle that her windpipe was barely intact. A miracle that her vocal chords were ripped to ribbons. A miracle that my once joyful sister is now silent and somber. A miracle that my little Sparrow is now silent.
I remember the day the accident occurred as if it happened yesterday. ________ had asked if she could go to the mall with her friends. She had been out doing things with them all
Silent Sparrow
6 deviations
Literature
EnglandXReader The Lost Lady Found Ch 3
Arthur sat on the stoop, sobbing inconsolably. Time froze around him. He was wrapped in his own sorrows like some clinging, heavy cloak that had tangled around his heart and refused to lift. He had no knowledge of time’s passing. He simply sat and mourned.
He remained immobile and silent, like some gargoyle on the eaves of a cathedral. He sat, and his heart ached and bled. Even the sky mourned along with him. Sparse tears of the clouds dotted the dirt path and Arthur’s unruly hair. The numbing cold of the evening rain seemed strangely pleasant, it promised of relief from this horrible sorrow that had placed a hollow wher
The Lost Lady Found
5 deviations
Literature
Phantom of Hetlia: N.Italy: Home
“That will be enough for today ladies. We rehearse the second act tomorrow, bright and early. Rest up, report back at seven o’clock, and for goodness’s sake, I want to see precision in those tour jetés! Remember, you are dancers, not dead fish flopping around on a hook, so dance like it! Off you go.”
The corps de ballet sighed with relief at their dismissal. The ballet master, Monsieur Zwingli, had been particularly harsh this rehearsal. While an accomplished dancer himself and a skilled choreographer, it seemed the man knew nothing of softening his words, especially around his beloved art form. However,
The Phantom of Hetalia
10 deviations
Literature
Dark!RussiaXReader: Save Me From Myself Ch.6
“No! I won’t let you do that!” Ivan’s eyes grew wide, panicked at the idea I had proposed.
“Ivan, I understand you’re scared, but this is the best thing I can do to help you. You have to trust me.” I knew he was not going to like this idea when I first proposed it. I had expected some resistance, some refusal, maybe even some fear. What I had not anticipated was the desperation with which he would struggle against my plan.
“No! You can’t! Look what he almost did to you last time!”
I admit that my insides shuddered at the memory, but my insistence grew no weaker.
“
Save Me From Myself
6 deviations
Literature
Latido (Beat)
En el pueblo, el aire se mueve
como un suspiro.
Dentro de los carros y los autobuses,
de los perros y las personas,
de las calles y la arena,
Hay movimientos, alientos, latidos del corazón.
In the town, the air moves,
like a sigh.
Between the cars and the buses,
the dogs and the people,
the streets and the sand.
There are movements, breaths, heartbeats.
Los nervios chasquen de la actividad
y baile bajo de los movimientos de pies
y las almas.
Murmura en un coro unido,
.
Nerves crackle with the activity
and dance beneath the movement of feet
and souls.
It murmurs in a united chorus,
"I live,
I live,
I live."
El coro suena en los grito
Non-Hetalia Prose
3 deviations
Literature
Shame
I don’t have many friends. Acquaintances, perhaps, but very few friends.
Sometimes I wonder if it was due to my childhood. I grew up hardly interacting with anyone outside my family. I drew as close to them as to anyone, yet even that was stymied. My brothers and cousins were all superheroes in my eyes. They were powerful and influential; they could make their demands reality like magic. They were demigods. From these people, I learned how to lead, but I learned little about how to relate.
I respect every action of decorum and every social nicety proper for negotiations and formal interactions. These are Cartesian, and theref
Hetalia: Various
12 deviations
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