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Twist of Silver Threads : Pirate Lord!China  x Lady!Reader: (Chapter 4- FIN) The Sting— (Breathe) The sensation of the waters crashing against her skin was agonizing. But it didn’t stop (Name) from fighting to break through the surface. No, not even with the salt burning her vision and the chilling waves seizing hold of her limbs to drag her into the depths. Amongst the booming cacophony of gunpowder, shouting, and bodies plunging, (Name) managed one breath before sinking under. And as her body grew still, (Name) wondered faintly if she made the correct decision to give her heart to a pirate lord who desired so much of her a

Twist of Silver Threads : Pirate Lord!China  x Lady!Reader: (Chapter 4- FIN) The Sting— (Breathe) The sensation of the waters crashing against her skin was agonizing. But it didn’t stop (Name) from fighting to break through the surface. No, not even with the salt burning her vision and the chilling waves seizing hold of her limbs to drag her into the depths. Amongst the booming cacophony of gunpowder, shouting, and bodies plunging, (Name) managed one breath before sinking under. And as her body grew still, (Name) wondered faintly if she made the correct decision to give her heart to a pirate lord who desired so much of her a

Through the Looking Glass :Holy Roman Empire x N. Italy: "I-Italy...I want to learn how to draw from you...i-is that all right?" "Of course it is! Although I do not know what you want to draw..." "F-For starters, can we draw that rabbit over there?" "A-Ah...sure!" Chibitalia smiled happily to himself. After hours and hours of scrubbing, dusting, and cleaning for Mr. Austria and his grandeur mansion, Chibitalia was finally allowed to leave the premises for a breath of fresh air. The day was still young and bright; the sun beamed marvelous rays of light that streamed down the gaps between the leaves, causing them to peek through the bra

 Grounded in the Cosmos The first thing Zeno saw when he opened his eyes was the sunrise. Amidst the brilliant scarlet streaking from the dawning sky, the sun peaked from the horizon and cast its multitudinous arms, as if to stretch out into the infinite masses and stir life into the world once more. Zeno too found it appropriate to bid the sun hello by mimicking its actions, by sitting up and raising his arms to the sky in a wondrous stretch and grandeur yawn. The morning dew clung to the young grass and the earthy soil was soft and damp under the pads of Zeno’s fingertips, but it wasn’t long before he rose from the ground and