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Your wrists felt raw beneath the stiff rope binding them. You had been struggling with it for the last hour, attempting to loosen the rope enough to slip out, but the progress you had made had gotten you less than a centimeter of space. The cool metal edge of a gun was pressed into the side of your head;  a too-eager pirate walked beside you, finger uncomfortably near the trigger, leering when you stumbled. It was impossibly hot, sweat dripping down your back and making your clothes cling to you. You could just make out Gilbert walking several feet away, head bent against the beating sun. You thought that the others had to be behind you som

Today was the big day. Arthur stood at the altar, gloved hands fiddling together nervously as he awaited your arrival. His lovely emerald green eyes were hidden behind his eyelids which were shut tight with nervousness. He didn't know what he was being so nervous about. Today was the day that the two of you were finally going to promise the rest of your lives together. Arthur let his fingers gently hover over the white rose and iris flowers pinned to his chest as its sweet scent surrounded him. Today, you and Arthur were going to be bounded together just like these flowers placed carefully on top of his rapidly beating heart. His hands soon

Gilbert stalked through the darkness, staying low in the tall grass. It had grown quiet, save for the occasional scratch of metal in the distance. He didn't see any more automatons. He didn't see anyone. The moon was in the sky; the shivering trees glowed with its light. Gilbert leaned back against a tree, catching his breath. He should have gone back for you.  He should have gone back for you. Gilbert scrubbed a hand over his face. You could be dead. You probably were dead. He hadn't seen the others since the two of you had rescued Punch. Was anyone still alive? He shook himself. The important thing now was to keep moving, find safety.

A branch whipped past your face as you ran, cutting a fine line on your cheek. Your legs burned with exertion. You knew Eliza was somewhere to your left, and you thought you could see Gilbert and Romano. You didn't see Punch. The sound of grinding metal was deafening. The crash of sound changed, coming from another direction; you ducked low just as a hulking, twisted automaton charged through the brush at your side. Regaining your footing, you made a sharp turn, running diagonally towards Eliza. The machines were everywhere. You could barely see in the heavy darkness. Then you heard it: a voice, tinny and barely audible above the din.

“Did you hear that?” Eliza asked under her breath. You looked out at the surrounding forest. The ocean was still visible beyond white tree trunks, and the tall green grass tumbling over the roots swept across your boots and swayed peacefully in the wind. “Keep on guard,” you said. The forest was light, and you could see through it for what seemed like miles, but there was an uneasy weight settling on your shoulders. Your band of pirates marched forward, Romano in the lead, Gilbert a few steps behind you. Punch tramped along beside Romano, hoisting a bag of supplies higher up on his back. You pulled out your compass.

“Can you see anything?” Eliza called. You moved your focusing lens, looking for anything, shape or shadow. But the dense mist surrounding the Skyshadow was impenetrable, keeping out even the midday sun. “No,” you called back, your voice seeming too loud in the fog. A hush lay over the ship, eerily still and deathly quiet. No one spoke unless they had to. You shivered and pulled your jacket closed, ducking your head down for a moment. It was freezing, and wet, the long tendrils of white-gray mist seeping into your clothes and creeping down the back of your neck. It had been almost an hour since the Skyshadow had sli

The street was cool and quiet, the sea breeze falling gently through the rows of canvas tents and old, sea-worn wood that made up the night market. You breathed deep, wincing at the still-healing wounds in your thigh, but the pain wasn't enough to detract from the gentle magic of the shadowy stalls, the peaceful stillness, the cool air running over your skin. Softly glowing colored lanterns hung from stall openings, splashing the small street with patches of light. You pulled a square of dark cloth over the lower half of your face. Distantly, you could hear the sounds of raucous celebration from the bars around the dockyard, all crammed ful

Steampunk!Pirate!PrussiaxPirate!Reader The Stormstone 2 --- You looked to the sky with baited breath. The air was thick with Aerials, England’s sky protectors. The reflective panels lining your ship, the Skyshadow, made you almost completely undetectable. Almost. You had to sail with caution. You cast a glance back, hoping the pirate trio you had escaped wasn’t following yet. No sign of them. You turned your eyes forward once more. Your ship was eerily quiet. The ship’s main engine had been shut off, and the entire crew stood silently on the deck, keeping watch for Aerials. The Skyshadow coasted forward. You were almost c

"Papa?" you called softly, tugging on the fabric of America's pants. He frowned. "What's wrong?" "I-I had a nightmare. I want to stay in here with you." He smiled and nodded quietly. "If that's what you want, my princess." America was currently sitting at his desk, working through a stack of paperwork. He seemed to be getting double his usual amount of paperwork, which wasn't fun for either of you. America knew that you wanted to spend time with him, but he knew that he had to get his work done. You crawled up onto his bed, snuggling under the covers. You tried to fall asleep, but after a few minutes, you huffed in annoyance and shifted

“Mom? Is daddy gonna have dinner with us?” Eren asked as (y/n) placed the plate down in front of her son. “I’m afraid not sweetie, he’s got another late night shift today.” “Aww, but he said he’d try to make it to dinner today.” (y/n) ruffled Eren’s soft hair, “I know, he can’t control these things though, next time, ok?” He deeply sighed, “Fine.” It’s always been like this for a long time. (y/n) (l/n) and Levi Ackerman had been high school sweethearts. It was a huge surprise really, she was a bright, energetic girl while he leaned more toward