#'i'll just accept my fate and cut out the last like third of what i have and post the first chunk now

[bigball-thefrog]

The Mighty Sand Dragon And The Maiden: Crocodile X Reader pt2

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Pt1

Just a short one for this week I'll post a longer one next week and the third part of this will be longer.

Warnings and Tags:

None

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Reader POV

It had been six months since I last spoke to the dragon and I finally think I'm ready to defeat him. Once again I made my journey through the desert fighting more monsters and more puzzles which seemed easier this time thanks to my training.

I eventually get the cave and set down my things and called out to the dragon and waited with a smug look. There was silence until the dragon let out a deep growl that caused the ground to shake, soon the large purple dragon emerged from his cave bringing more sand, "Who dares awaken the might Sand Drago-... Oh it's you again. The little maiden that wishes to change her fate and defeat me?~ I thought after the last fight you would have run home crying and given into your fate~" The dragon said tauntingly as he let out his deep laugh. "No, I would never accept that fate! I make my own decisions and iecide my own destiny!" The dragon chuckled again, "Well then fair maiden don't expect me to be easy on you this time.~" The dragon was surrounded by sand again, signaling he was transforming into his human form. When the sand disappeared and he, now in his human form walked towards me with a large grin on his face, "Well then maiden, show me what you've got~" he said tauntingly

I sighed as I raised my sword, ready to attack I ran at him and he raised his hand to keep me away again, this time I ducked and slashed my sword, cutting off his hand. I finally got close to him and smirked, finally one swift move and my fate will change and I'll no longer be the helpless maiden everyone says I'll be. I raised my sword and stabbed it right through his stomach, "Looks like the might Sand Dragon isn't so mighty now-... HUH!!??" I looked where I stabbed and there was no blood just.... Sand? He laughed at me as he grabbed the sword and pulled it out, still no blood and just sand. The wound quickly closed and the sand disappeared, "How? How on earth is that possible!" I yelled in frustration, the dragon chuckled again as he lit up a cigar, "Did you really think that I was called the Sand Dragon because I lived in a dessert? You silly girl, I am the Sand Dragon because I am the sand that makes up the dessert, all this land is an extension of me." I quickly became frustrated at his words and grabbed my sword again and just started swinging it around while mumbling my frustrations.

Crocodile POV

I watched as the maiden swung around her sword in the air frustrated, it was entertaining to watch. I let out one last puff of smoke before walking over to the maiden, I was about to speak when the maiden saw me and just yelled and started slashing me with their sword, I let them since it doesn't effect me anyway and let them take their frustration out, after a few minutes it became annoying so I grabbed them by the face and lifted them up to my eye level, " Listen, maiden I am going to give you one last chance to go train and learn how to defeat me, if you do not defeat me the next time we meet I will change your destiny by killing you before you can get rescued, got it?" I said as I squeezed their cheeks, they barely managed to nod their head yes and I felt myself relax a little. I took a deep inhale from the cigar between my lips and looked at the maiden, if it wasn't for them being so stubborn on trying to kill me, I might have found them cute. I blew a cloud of smoke in their face before dropping them. They quickly got up and grabbed their things, leaving in silence with their head low this time. I let out a sigh of frustration and went back inside my cave.

This maiden is something, frustrating? Yes. Attractive? Maybe... But I'll see if the maiden does come back again and will defeat me next time. Maybe I won't kill her next time, maybe I'll just keep her in my collection.......

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Sorry for the short one this week couldn't think of much to add for this chapter but the next chapter will be longer.

Kelly🐸

[libraryofcirclaria]

18 March 1287

Library of Circlaria

Third Level Society: First Version

Story Eight: Jeo Brock

The big war's been over for a month now. Prime Minister Cummings had signed an armistice with the Lykians, handing over large swaths of territory to them, all in the Galapolgis Isles region. It was a big loss for us but at least there's been peace since February 16th; though there is still a lot of fear about.

I feel, however, that the fear is largely unfounded.

Three days ago, I got a message from Cray Fenton that Carol is in her niche in North Kempton, and seems pretty content. Meanwhile, I am still at Cabotton, serving as the Society's first ever Cardkeeper, and having made amends with Rachele. We certainly aren't dating anymore, but at least we're not enemies.

I found out about the force that threw me out of the Arturian Realm on the fateful day of February 6th, 1287. It was something called a "gyro-shockwave." Apparently, a Red Desert Bomb detonation releases some sort of force in the "gyro-spectrum" that neutralizes a dynamic granular plane like the Arturian Realm. And that's apparently very dangerous because of the tendency for something like this to put the human mind and body into a state of shock. The one I encountered was weak enough that it was survivable, but there have been similar events in other places in Circlaria in the distant past that were destructive and fatal.

Also, I spoke with Dr. Louton, who told me that my absence on February 6th did not count because the class did not finish. So I guess I am still in Lightfire Internship Preparations. We had to make an appeal on that, which took over a month, but I stuck around because Dr. Louton gave me encouragement; and I guess it paid off. As long as I am good on my attendance from here on out, I'll be certain to have a fighting chance in West Horizon.

And of course, there's Rose Anne Mahathy. I just saw her last night, and also met Mr. Mahathy. I thought long and hard about what Rose said to me.

So I had been raised to believe in monogamous relationships being the only morally acceptable form of romance...but was never taught to ask why. I was shocked at first when Rose Anne told me her interests; and at first, I was looking for a way out of that situation.

But in the process of doing that, I dwelt for the longest time on the prospect of myself being in an ideal monogamous relationship. I found nothing wrong with it, per say. In fact, I still do not today. But something about it felt...off...to me. Like having a whole commitment to my one and only, in a way, felt a bit isolating, like I was cutting myself off from the rest of the world, not in terms of society as a whole, but humanity.

I've come to realize that, deep down inside, my interests have been parallel to that of Rose Anne's. And I feel that is the case for a lot of other people, more than one may think. It's just that the people at the top of society seem to want to control the lives of those at the bottom, especially in terms of personal lifestyles and choice. Meona Bell had been telling me of the people in the Mount Carris Perimeter, where resides Ceri Mains, the ones who are naturals at darkfire, and how it was so wrong for the Retunians to sanction them inside such a small....yes, prison...solely for having a personal connection with darkfire.

It's the same sort of thing for me and my suppressed interests, but now I am beginning to know better. I never knew that I would have such a deep connection with Rose Anne, and especially for that reason.

I will see her again next week.

In the meantime, Valian, Richard, Peteron, Motteron, and I are back as our avatars in Evernorth. The all-winter patches are gone. The Five Kingdoms are mostly restored. And we have decided to continue with the Project to plant a large daemon on the Center Isle.

There's still a lot of work to do though.

**END OF STORY EIGHT**

<- 08 March 1287 <- || -> Story Nine: Sophia Qalmers ->

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(i've wanted to write this out for a long time, and i finally did. we all know i have the hc that sirius stopped smoking when lily was pregnant and took up knitting instead; and now i am introducing to you the stupidest headcanon of sirus "alternative coping mechanism is now related to my hair" black, who changed his hair every two seconds when he got stressed.

including the day harry was born)

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The patronus came when Sirius arrived back to the tiny flat he shared with Remus after an order mission. Remus was still gone and Sirius was looking forward to washing the dirt from his hands, and sweat from his hair. Halfway to the bathroom when an ethereal stag form appeared in front of him.

"Lily's water broke! We're at St. Mungo's, she's not in active labor--"

"I THINK THIS IS PRETTY BLOODY ACTIVE, JAMES!"

"I love you so much, you're stunning, baby," James voice said, "We're at St. Mungos! WE HAVE A BABY ON THE WAY, PADS!"

Sirius forgot about the shower and apparated out of the flat before the stag could even fully disappear. He didn't bother taking his bike as he preferred to do these days, Sirius didn't even have a bag--the one he had packed in his room full of clothes for James and Lily, and a baby blanket that Sirius had bought while shopping just a few weeks ago because surely that thing would be freezing cold when it came out. And the hospital blankets weren't going to cut it. This baby needed soft and luxurious from the moment he entered the world. This baby needed the best there was. Sirius didn't remember his own birth, but he was sure the temperature wasn't a big adjustment leaving Walburga's womb.

His own mother was hard and frozen like ice.

Lily's womb was probably cozy; comfortable and had the tiny baby waiting until the very last moment of July to emerge. Sirius had barely made it to November he was desperate so to leave his mother's body. Perhaps if Lily had been less kind, less accepting, less generous, the baby would've wanted to leave sooner, dodging the end of July entirely.

Dodging a line a fate entirely.

Sirius arrived at St. Mungos, rushing up the stairs, not even thinking twice that a hospital wasn't a place for running, to find the receptionist in the labor and delivery wing on the third floor.

"Hello, good evening, I have a baby coming--" Sirius started, looking at the witch behind the desk, trying to catch his breath.

"Congratulations, Dad--"

"No, I'm not the father, my best friend is, I need to find them. The Potters? Tiny screaming redhead anywhere? Bloke with the messiest hair?"

"I'm sorry, sir, the only ones allowed in the delivery rooms are family."

"I am! I'm his brother!"

"Sir, you are welcome to wait out in the waiting area, we'll give you updates but this is sensitive and--"

"I lied! I was just joking, I'm actually the father. That is...yep, that's my kid in there, that I made with...my...wife, please," Sirius ran a hand over his sweaty and filthy hair, which was getting messier by the moment. Curls frizzing from the heat, falling out of his hairband in disarray. "Just let me in there. You know what? I'm really fucking rich, how much do they pay you, love? I'll triple that."

The witch smiled, "Sir. I really am sorry. I can get someone to update you--"

"Every minute?"

"Sir," she repeated for the fourth time, "You're welcome to have a seat. Would you like tea? There's...a toilet down to the right if you need to wash...up..."

Sirius took a breath and looked down at himself, trying to regain some composure, all too aware that he was presenting like a madman to a witch who was just trying to do her job. He stood up straighter, "Sorry."

"Not at all, you're not the first concerned...half-parent to be here. Tea?"

Sirius nodded and went to take a seat, leaning forward onto his knees as he waited for the next update.

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Turns out, labor could go on for fucking hours. And the more hours went by, the more anxious Sirius got. What if something went wrong? What if they weren't telling him? What if Lily had stopped pushing halfway through and they were trying to figure out how to sew baby halves together to make a whole? They updated Sirius every hour, a Healer from the room who was being nice and passing notes back and forth between James and himself, but eventually, that got to be anxiety-inducing as well.

His leg started shaking as he sat, so he stood up.

He paced the waiting room over and over again.

He went to the lav and splashed cold water on his face.

And again.

Hoping for anything. Hoping for Remus to get the fucking memo and show up soon, Sirius was only a little annoyed that he had to rely on his stupid cool as a fucking cucumber boyfriend to bring him down to earth.

But nothing.

Sirius was alone in the waiting room, waiting, and he hated it.

"Fuck it," he said and approached the witch at the front desk, "If I step out, will I still be updated?"

"Yes, sir, we can send a patronus, there's a coffee--"

"Perfect. Patronus can go to Sirius Black, I'll be back," he told her and left the waiting room and St. Mungos entirely. Apparating to a wizarding beauty supply store he had been frequenting for the past six months, realizing that his hair always grew back, and modifications to his appearance calmed his nerves better than firewhiskey. Or a cigarette.

Two things he hadn't indulged in over 7 months.

He made a purchase quickly, going back to St. Mungos and taking refuge in the lav, setting to work with a hair potion the witch at the shop told him would do the job.

His scalp burned. That was something.

He paced.

He cut off three inches. Imperfectly. Hair settling just at his jawline in a messy line, the witch at the front desk watching with amusement and horror as Sirius made trips to their small lavatory, emerging every time looking different until finally.

"Sirius?" the delivery Healer who had been coming out to update him said, looking at him with wide eyes

"Yes? Hi, that's me, still. You know that. Is everything okay?"

"Everything okay. They're very excited to see you. Would you like to--"

"Yes!" Sirius exclaimed, following the Healer down the hall past the doors that he hadn't been able to get through before. And he had tried, listening after security threatened to ban him from the hospital entirely. Sirius didn't know where he was going, walking so fast past the Healer, who ended up shouting directions at Sirius from behind "

"To the left, not that left, the other, yes, it's the THIRD DOOR, SIRIUS COUNT THE DOORS, ONE, TWO, YES! THAT'S THE--"

Sirius opened the door, walking into the room to see James and Lily and..a third friend.

A new friend.

A new tiny bundle, that stole Sirius's breath straight from his body before he even got close to see if it was a whole baby, and not just half of one from his anxious waiting room nightmares.

James was holding the baby in his arms, head turning to look at Sirius as he walked in and his jaw fell open.

"Am I high from all these potions or are...." Lily laughed, a short throaty laugh, "Are...you blonde?"

"I was waiting there a long time, okay? I was panicking" Sirius told them as a feeble explanation, "Are you okay? Do we--"

James pulled back the blanket just enough to reveal a head of dark hair, sleeping peacefully in his father's.

"Stop panicking," Lily said gently, "And meet my baby, he was a lot of work to get out."

"....He?" Sirius asked, blinking rapidly as tears blurred his vision, the weight of the day vanishing in an instant. Suddenly the world was full of color and smells that Sirius hadn't ever experienced. The sun would rise in the morning and Sirius knew it was going to be brighter than he had ever seen it. James reached a hand up to touch Sirius's hair, which was still damp from the bleaching potion and probably not his best look since experimenting with his hair, but that didn't matter.

"Sirius Black, meet Harry James Potter. Your godson."

That word was different now. Even though Sirius had known for months that was something James and Lily wanted to give to Sirius.

Godfather.

But it was all...so hard to imagine without a baby present, what that word really, truly meant. He inhaled, bringing a hand up to wipe the tears off his face quickly, Lily laughing softly.

"You sure?" Sirius asked, bringing one of his tattooed hands up to touch the blanket. To touch the tiny hand peaking out. Tiny fingers. Tiny fingernails.

"Sirius, you just harassed everyone in this wing for over 12 hours. I am the most sure," James told him, "Even though you kind of look like your cousin right now."

"My cousin?"

"Yeah, that blonde one? Could never see the resemblance but--" James's sentence was cut off by Lilys laughter, but Sirius wasn't really paying attention to the remark. Tiny fingers curled around the top of Sirius's black nail.

Hello, my love.

"...Can I hold him?"

[serede986]

(HC) Self Harm - Jumin, 707 and Saeran(GE)

TW⚠️

Thank you so much for the request @qlassicc . Tho I'm so sorry I took 5 months to complete this, that was way too rude of me, I'm really sorry. I hope this completes what you asked for. Please feel free to demand a rewrite.

TW⚠️ Self Harm, mentioned abuse, assault.

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Jumin

It's finally time, huh? What did we even do to you bitch? Taking our Jumin away for your selfish needs.

What do you hate? Height? Why don't I try and push you down the building?

You tried, breathing heavy and tears. Clutching your chest you fell to your knees, sobbing, trying to get some amount of oxygen in your system.

This was not the first time someone's comment hurt you, but it was getting worse and worse.

Sometimes it's them, or sometimes those high class wives, trying to bring you down, excusing their behaviour by putting up any petty excuse.

Jumin could suspect your growing anxiousness. Knowing how closely he observes you, you are certain he already knows.

But, I'm hurting him..

Rattled by the small voice in your head, your fingers snacked through your hair, pulling it so roughly. Your sobs were now screams.

It's hard, isn't it?

Looking up, you could spot a pink string. Elizabeth's leash. It was blurry, but enough for you to walk up there and grab it. Wrapping it tight around your wrist, you could see your hand slowly turning purple.

"MC? Dar' where are you?" You heard your husband call out your name, walking towards the room you were in.

Quickly wiping your eyes you hid your hand behind your back, smiling, trying to look as normal as possible.

Washroom is emp-

"Hello love- what's wrong?" Voice laced with concern, Jumin narrowed his eyes at you. Standing in front of you.

"Elizabeth's leash, can I have it MC?"

Leash that partly hung down was visible after your skirt ended below your knees.

Breath hitched in your throat.

You nodded, not really having the courage to speak, afraid you would burst out crying.

Suddenly, he grabbed your hands from your back. You hissed, feeling his finger touch your wrist.

His eyes spoke of shock, welled with tears. A sob escaped you.

He gently unwrapped the leash, staring down at your hand, his tears falling on the purple.

"I... Won't ask why.. seven told me about those comments, and I was aware of those ladies and I still couldn't do-"

"Jumin.. p-please don't leave.."

"I won't MC, we'll go through this together. "

"Mhmm.. " resting your head on his chest, you feel his hand softly caressing your head, pecking.

~

707

I'm 50, is it okay with you sweetheart

-No, I have a husband.

You have a husband? Why don't we leave that douchebag and escape to the Maldives.

-No. I love my husband, there's no way I'd leave him for a creep like you.

Oh c'mon darling, don't be so sour now. How much do you want? 5000?

-It's not about money.

Oh! Perfect then! Why don't we start with some nudes then?

*picture*

Oh my goodness- stop it.

This was the third time you blocked this guy but again he made a fake account to contact you.

Afraid as you were, you wanted to contact Seven, but didn't really know how or if he would even trust you. It's been going on for months now.

Flashbacks of when you were 16 started to creep into your mind. How you were so much into partying and how you somehow let so many creeps in your life, how it was so difficult to get out of the phase, how it was so difficult to be safe.

But.. Why is it happening again?

Your breath starts constructing in your throat it's so tight. Why would this happen again

Ugggghhhhdjjxjsmxjwkd

Breathing out, you looked down at your legs. Tho light, but those scars were still visible.

Taking the blade out of the first aid box, you close your eyes,piercing your skin. You let out hiss immediately followed by a sigh of relief.

Placing the blade on other leg-

"NO! MC!"

His hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling your grip from the blade.

"Stop this please stop this! you know how important you are to me, right? t-then why are you doing this? MC please tell me what's going on?" He exclaimed, throwing the blade somewhere in the room.

He cradled you in his arms, rocking back and forth trying to calm you down. You told him in between cries of panic and pain.

"Shhh.. it's okay MC." He muttered out phrases that caressed love and worry. As your story completed, those creeps in your high school, how you unintentionally got older men's attention, how similar stuff started to appear on your insta handle, how you were threatened, you stopped hearing any voice from Saeyoung.

Looking up, you could see all the usual shine in his eyes, vanished.

"Sae.. hey.."

His eyes met yours, meeting you in a soft kiss. Breaking from the kiss, he muttered "I said this in our vows, and I'll say this again, I'll always protect you, and you'll never hear from any creep ever again."

You gasped lightly, then nuzzled your head on his shoulder. You could feel him move from giggles and laughter, as he slowly saw the creep suffer through his computer screen.

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Saeran

You are such a disgrace to our family! What a worthless daughter, huh?

You were sitting there on the floor, legs covered with fresh and old, cuts, and scars older than ten years, slapping you on your run from your home.

Memories of how your family set up random people to sleep with you, and marry you at the young age of 14, started to creep into your mind since the last few days.

Your eyes burned, dry, as you tried to close them.

How tough it is for you, huh? You just have to marry that man. Why don't you just accept your fate and live with it?

MC.. you're a lady, it is your destiny to live with a man and serve him. If you get beaten up, you deserve it.

But that man is 20 year older than me..

Do not talk back.

You let out a scream, grabbing your hair, pulling it with as much force as possible.

Your sister with whom you lost contact was on a call with you, informing you of her pregnancy with a girl. You started to get scared remembering how your childhood was ruined, how you, a girl, was treated in your household. Not only you but your sister too and how you escaped that home or hell to term it otherwise.

Your anxiety started to take over you, another victim of your family's beliefs. Another young life on the verge of being ruined.

Can this not happen anymore?

You ran away, and your fiance will leave you soon too. Let him realise what a worthless brat you are.

You wanted money, didn't you? Soon he'll realise you're a gold dig-

"NO I AM NOT!" You yelled into the phone, immediately throwing the phone at the nearest wall, shattering. Tiny glass pieces hit you back, piercing your skin.

Startled, you heard the rattle of the door knob, trying to push in.

"Saer-" your breath hitched in your throat, trying to call him. "I'm a bit busy Sae, I'll be out in a while.." you called out to him, nervous as you didn't hear any response from him.

The door turned open, he looked at you. You knew he was shocked, but he didn't really let it get to his face, knowing how much you needed him now, no matter how much you denied him.

Walking out, he soon came back with first aid box, sitting down in front of you, covering any bruises and scratches on your skin.

"I'm sorry Saeran.."

Your nervousness grew, receiving no response from him. Was he disappointed in you?

"... You're not worthless MC. You're everything to me, I.. cannot even try to imagine my life without you, you're that important to me. Please don't do this, not anymore MC, please?" You looked up into his eyes, tears damp on his cheeks.

You nodded looking down on your knees, ashamed.

"A-and don't be ashamed either. I have a surprise for you. Last week, Jaehee noona taught me how to make ice cream, and I made chocolate."

You looked up at him with a gasp, what a sweet surprise!

A few days later you started going to the counselling sessions with Saeran, seeking help together. Your sister was rescued by Saeyoung and Jumin, receiving help and support from different psychiatrist, and support for her child from the government.

~

Help is always available. Here is a post that mentions helplines that can be useful. My dms and asks are always open.

[obsessionsposts]

🇳🇴Yan!Nyo!Norway with a Magical! Fem! Country!s/o🇳🇴:

Tw: Manipulations, gaslighting, war, violence, slight power complex, unhealthy relationships, violence, objectification, delusional thoughts and monopolize, etc....

Ah, Norway. One of your favoured places around the world, due to its mystical nature and enticing history. Not to mention, Camilla was and will always be the reason for your frequent visits to her country. Alongside the fact, that both of you are allies for eons.

One of the reasons that bonded you with her, is that you were innately sensitive to the presence of supernatural creatures and your interest of mysticism.

It all took place in 1231 AD, when a young girl with flowing (h/c) that cascades her shoulder and a warm (e/c) that are filled to the brim with curiosity ventured into her lands. At first, she was skeptic of your intentions but that changed as fast as her air currents.

To her, the fact you were aware of the creatures that hid behind nature made you special. Not everyone-especially her idiot søster-, are capable to witness such creatures without fearing their lives or commenting obnoxious remarks.

Instead, she saw you mesmerized and fascinated with the elves. And that fact, you interacted with them without any ulterior motive.

Since then, you become her new point of focus. Maybe....you're not as bad as the others. Plus, she found another girl who shares the same interest as her. So, she took the chance to form a political and romantic platonic relationship with you.

As time passed by, Camilla's bond with you skyrocketed as you both showcased your abilities, hidden dreams(outside your duties as a country) and open hearts to each others. Now, all that's left is for you to become hers...

Camilla Bondevik is a precise, calculating and 'has a stoic approach to life' kind of women. Unlike her male counterpart, she is a bit warmer. Which eases the manipulating romantic process significantly.

Rather being direct and risk her relationship with you, she'll begin to play the puppeteer with you. However, you must understand that you mean the world to her. Thus, you'll understand her actions..... And if you don't, she'll force make you!

Anyway, Camilla decided to lure the female country with the premises of experimenting new type of magic and exploring the vast enchanting lands of hers that houses all sorts of creatures. Her main goal of attracting the (h/c), is to slowly entrap her in her country without her awareness. Afterall, war is such a fickle thing she'd rather avoid. So, she'll have to be patient for her plan to work. She is willing to wait a century, if it means that she'll get you in the long run.

"Don't worry, Freyja. We have much to explore if you're up to it. It would be a shame, if we did not uncover the mysteries of Alfheim. Also, it would do great harm to our diplomatic relations wouldn't you say?"

Another thing to note, is that she'll keep an eye in your magical abilities. On one hand, she wants to tutor you in the arts of magic to see what you'll create. But, Camilla paranoia is picking her mind apart. Will you use it against her? Will you run from her? No, No. That simply won't do.

In this phase, her possessive nature will be bare for the eyes to see due to the rising fear that you may leave her like her damn younger søster. This is your last chance for you to take action, before you get retracted back to her.

At this point, Camilla knew what she's doing is irrational but she can't help it. You're filling the aching void in heart, that her sister left. From this point on, her actions becomes progressively aggressive until you are subdued.

She'll monopolize you, if she has to. Whether diplomatically, by anonymously spreading rumors about you funding terrorists in multiple nations. To which, it results in numerous countries cutting relationship ties with you forcing you to depend on her.

If that didn't deter you, then be prepared for war(which is her last resort)and mind you it's not a fair one either. She'll have the other nordics nation to back her up, so it will be 5 vs 1. Unless you have reliable allies or powerful forces, you'll be physically and mentally cornered. Just like how she prefers it.

A scared little animal cornered by a large predator. She won't deny it, but it gives her the satisfaction and power to see her s/o in such comprising positions. It has been so long since she has been in control.

And, so long you are (c/n). Now, you are simply a colony of your former delusional friend. Your history is shadowed by her. Whatever she says, it goes. Afterall, Camilla knows what's best for you! Even if she made a sea of carcasses out of your people, to prove that you desperately need her for protection that she's willingly to give.

"Shhh, no need to cry. I'm here. Afterall, we were bond by the fates to be together. As long as you're with me, I'll give you everything you desire and I'll protect you. Min elskede."

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A/n: Sup, it has been a while. Sorry for that, I had alot of things to do and I was burned out. Anyway, I have some news for you.

First, I've got accepted at CS department in my University. 😁

Second, Historical Hetalia is acceptable if you want to request(if I opened the request) from them.

Third, Hetalia OC's are fine as well. Ex: Albania, Armenia, etc...(any nation that didn't appear in hetalia).