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Un Romance Roto |Yandere! Spain X reader| 10
Un Romance Roto |Yandere! Spain X reader| 10
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You trotted down the stairs slowly, feeling each step send jolts to shoot through your body due to your weakening body. Tightening the soft robe around your waist, you inserted your phone into your pant pocket and plummeted onto the couch. Your eyes traveled to the blank television screen subconsciously, causing you to come across a thought. You reached forward for the remote and clicked the device on, then switched channels to news. 
The TV hummed as it was switched on, playing its main theme song as the camera panned into the two presenters sitting on a table. Their lips were pursed into a flat poker face, so what they were about to inform its audience was unknown. You placed the remote next to you and glued your eyes to the TV. 
"Good evening folks, and welcome back to sky news after the short ad break." the man stated, earning a nod from his partner seated next to him. "What we have
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Smoke and mirrors [Hitman Jones x reader] 1
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His fists wrapped tightly in bandages, the crimson velvet seeped through the white to stain in blotches. Tears stung at the side of his eyes as he felt a burning sensation on his hands, the constrictor like bandages doing no help whatsoever. The warm sun rays cast a bright glow on his back, illuminating it into a blinding white. He glanced out the window pane briefly, his ears suddenly catching what sounded like the laughter of children, indulging themselves in a playful game of soccer on the green strokes of grass.
A small smile upturned his lips as he watched them in wonder, yet it was tainted by the sin of envy. He'd never played with other children, or even was able to elicit such an innocent sound of laughter like they. He pressed his cheeks on the invisible barrier, staring at the two kids as they kicked the ball around the ground. His frozen fingertips were pressed firmly against the hot glass, melting what felt like ice that formed on his fingers from stayin
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Un Romance Roto |Yandere! Spain X reader| 9
Un Romance Roto |Yandere! Spain X reader| 9
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School was was just like normal, and that wasn't what you were expecting. Glancing all around with irises brimmed with fear, you were drowning in paranoia. Every step you took seemed to send a quake-like thump throughout your body. What happened last night was definitely going to throw people off into believing that Antonio may have broken out of prison. If that was what was going to be fed to the public, how could Antonio step out onto the streets ever again?
A shaky sigh escaped your lips as you felt soft pulsing pound at the back of your head. All these questions lead to another, manifesting anxiety to fill your bones. You didn't have the energy to deal with these problems, the real obstacle right now in front of you was the school day and getting by without rising suspicion.
Pressing your fingers tightly to your temple massaging it, you were soothed by your cool fingertips against your hot skin. M
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Un Romance Roto |Yandere! Spain X reader| 8
Un Romance Roto |Yandere! Spain X reader| 8
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The room fell dead silent, the intensity of it making your ears bleed. The only things the came past your ear was your thundering heartbeat along with everyone else's breaths that entered and exited steadily. A couple seconds in, you felt a large hand grab gently on your shoulder pull you back a little, making you stumble on your feet, but you stood upright. Flicking your head over you shoulder briefly, you met with a pair of ruby red eyes, staring at you as if to tell you to get back.
You did. 
Returning your widened gaze to the two in front of you, you clutched your chest tightly, your damp, clammy palms scrunching wrinkles in the fabric. The grip around your other hand loosened, alerting you that he was getting serious. You watched the spiteful irises that were swirling in madness in hues baby pink and aqua blue, making your blood run cold as to how unnatural they appeared. 
Shaking y
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Sealed with a kiss [Demon! America x reader] 5
Sealed with a kiss [Demon! America x reader] 5
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The veins that embraced the eyeball grew in a red colour as it rolled to the back of his head. Sucking in one final breath, he fell onto his knees and collapsed on the pavement in a soft thud. A pink and fleshy hand print was branded across the round of his neck, swelling up and taking up the look after a real hand. A few drops of blood diluted with saliva dribbled out of the side of his slightly parted lips, joining together to form a miniature flow of a crimson river.
A tall shadow loomed over the corpse, watching over it intently with distaste. Despite consuming everything, a look of satisfaction had engraved itself on his face, a glint of frustration burning in his cold, cerulean irises. 
"That was disgusting." He snarled, hanging out his tongue as if to prevent himself from tasting the sour flavour he had just scarfed down. Knitting his brows together, he glared at his abdomen that h
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Un Romance Roto |Yandere! Spain X reader| 7
Un Romance Roto |Yandere! Spain X reader| 7
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"I can't believe I'm actually going to do this," he sighed through a tired grin. "Oh well, this is for (F/N)." With that, he slipped through the maze of shadows hidden away from the vigilant watch towers, unseen with the cloak of the night. Pumping his legs through the darkness, he was able to make it to the other side without a step within the blinding white glow of the torches. 
Turning on his back so that it was against the silvery mesh fence, he felt the cool metal nip at his exposed skin. He turned his head over his shoulder and squinted his eyes, and with a calculating gaze, his mind clicked in the perfect break in. Things like this came as natural as ever for him, especially when he had to both find a way in and out. 
Dashing as fast as he could, he bolted over to the back entrance to the vicinity, spotting two guards conversing with each other, obviously bantering about something with
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Sealed with a kiss [Demon! America x reader] 4
Sealed with a kiss [Demon! America x reader] 4
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You watched him disappear into thin air, a thick black haze resulting but that faded quickly afterwards. Your heart was still thundering from what he had just said, but you refused to let that get the better of you. Dashing back into your home and shutting the door behind you, you darted to the kitchen and rummaged through your cupboards to find what you were looking for. The first line of defense - after the locks, was kitchen salt. Apparently that wasn't really effective, but hey, you weren't no salt savvy.
It was never too early to start. 
Thank goodness you were high on supply, so you wouldn't have to worry about not having enough. Carefully picking up the large kilogram carton of the white substance, you walked over to every window, door, possible opening and even some places you suspected would have even the smallest manometer of a crack. You poured out the glittery rocks and lined the
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Un Romance Roto |Yandere! Spain X reader| 6
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Now that you've set your mind to a goal, school and your career had become much more effortless for you. You couldn't ask for more, especially now that the bail of those several grand seemed much more achievable, unlike before when all hope had been lost. There was nothing wrong or strange that Allen had described to you that you felt with being a waitress at Oliver's, in save for those occasional glances glinting with what you had grown used to before. 
Your hands were submerged in a curtain of warm water spurting out from the tap as you rinsed the last remaining pastel pink presentation plates. Once you were done with that, you used one of the hand towels to wipe and dry off the remaining droplets of liquid rolling down the bright shine of the porcelain. Humming a soft tune to yourself, that only increased how alluring you were. 
A pair of aqua blue eyes shone in delight as they
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Sealed with a kiss [Demon! America x reader] 3
Sealed with a kiss [Demon! America x reader] 3
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Your life was indeed boring and you could easily notice anything different with it, even if it may be the smallest detail out of place. Even though there hasn't been anything exciting or just anything happen in general, these days just felt off for you. Dismissing yourself as just exhausted from the stress at work, you brushed off the little things that occurred around your house.  
The moon had long engraved its mark on the black canvas of the skies, where the darkness seeped its way through your curtains to swallow up your bedroom. Blinking a few times to get rid of the rust, you stretched your arms and dove straight under the covers of your bed. Falling asleep was rather easy, but keeping asleep was another thing. 
"I swear I was only using one blanket..." you thought, sliding your arms out to clasp your clammy hands around the edge of the fabric. "Yet it feels so heavy..."
As if
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Un Romance Roto |Yandere! Spain X reader| 5
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The cafe was packed like usual, but the customers eventually thinned out as business hours inched closer and closer toward closing time. It had been around a few weeks since you've been working at Oliver's, and it was great. You've even received a promotion much to your delight with a pay rise of about eight dollars, things were finally starting to flow your way.
Allen frequently dropped by, usually pestering Oliver in some way, or talking with you about life. A friendship bloomed between you both, where you would be often found offering advice to Allen's often screw-ups.
"Crap, doll! What do I do?" He clenched his teeth, running his hand through his hair in frustration. You softened your gaze at him and smiled softly. 
"Well, maybe if you hadn't stolen that guy's wallet, then you wouldn't have to be chased all the time." You chuckled. 
This is was what you called (F/N) therapy, something that
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Sealed with a kiss [Demon! America x reader] 2
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Everything was fuzzy, including your eyesight and sense of hearing. Everything felt warm though, so you weren't complaining about that. Fluttering your eyes, you sat up slowly, then glanced around your surroundings. As if you were shrouded in a void of darkness, the faint outlines of buildings and alleyways were only barely visible. Breathing slowly, you allowed the air to fill up your lungs, allowing a calming effect to alleviate your body. 
Tilting your head up, the weak glow of the moon was concerning. Unable to serve the purpose to guide you in the streets in the dead of the night, you looked back down with thinned out lips of disappointment. Sitting there on the ground, you entered a session of self reflection. 
"Where am I?" you thought, mind still hazy, even experiencing some trouble to just even think. 
You raised your arm in front of you, now staring at the
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Un Romance Roto |Yandere! Spain X reader| 4
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You figured that it would have been best to arrive early in order to make a good first impression, so you arrived at your workplace around fifteen minutes. It wasn't hard to find Oliver's. The rest of the street was dull in comparison to the cafe, which instead was painted with pastels of pinks, blues and yellows and polished for a finishing touch. You wondered just how interesting of a manager you would be working for - you imagined it to be a lady, a posh yet kind one. 
You stood in front of the glass windows that stretched from the ground and up, allowing you to peer inside. The exterior truly reflected the inside, with just as much color and excitement. The building was beyond enticing, with round, candy-shaped tables scattered around the room in an attracting way, with flowery wallpaper adorned with framed pictures of cats and cupcakes.
Inhaling one last breath, you pushed open the glass
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Un Romance Roto |Yandere! Spain X reader| 10
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You trotted down the stairs slowly, feeling each step send jolts to shoot through your body due to your weakening body. Tightening the soft robe around your waist, you inserted your phone into your pant pocket and plummeted onto the couch. Your eyes traveled to the blank television screen subconsciously, causing you to come across a thought. You reached forward for the remote and clicked the device on, then switched channels to news. 

The TV hummed as it was switched on, playing its main theme song as the camera panned into the two presenters sitting on a table. Their lips were pursed into a flat poker face, so what they were about to inform its audience was unknown. You placed the remote next to you and glued your eyes to the TV. 

"Good evening folks, and welcome back to sky news after the short ad break." the man stated, earning a nod from his partner seated next to him. "What we have for you all is quite interesting. Both the good and the bad," 

You swallowed thickly and blinked, immediately thinking of a certain Spaniard's circumstances. The question was, what sort of news would bring good right now? 

"That's right. Good and bad. Now, let's start with the good." the woman replied, glancing over to her colleague. "Steve, would you like to do the honors?" 

He nodded. "Yes please, thank you Rebecca. Now, remember the mass homicide that took place a few years back by a serial killer, dubbed the crazy cupcake man?" 

You nearly choked, the nick name given for him bringing a smile to curl your lips. Despite how vague that term was, you knew absolutely what he was talking about. You combed your hand through your hair to brush it to the back of your head so that it wouldn't obscure your view. Hopefully the success you presumed to have taken place for Allen's plan would be exactly what you would be presented with. 

"He has been found in a jail cell in New York state correction facility, and he is going to stay there for as long as needed for the many crimes he has committed. Families and cafe goers can now walk the streets with a little more relief and release the breath they have all been holding." she continued, making your heart skip a beat. You let out a shrill of euphoria and clutched your shirt near your chest, wrinkling the poor fabric. You really wanted to give Allen a huge hug right now. 

"Never can agree more. The cafe Oliver's has also been shut down due to the evidence that linked the cafe with the criminal. He was found in a previous inmate's cell approximately seven hours ago. But the problem here is, one problem leads to another - the previous inmate has apparently escaped! The police are now investigating this strange coincidence." he exclaimed, "People are even wondering if the two are affiliated," 

You inhaled sharply, your eyes and ears not believing what they have caught. That was what you had least expected, you just couldn't believe such a dire situation would be birthed after throwing a dangerous psycho behind bars for the cops and result in huge monstrous flames of a backfired plan. Fear was swimming in your eyes and your heart was now hammering, pumping an excess of adrenaline to shoot through your veins. 

The lightheaded sensation came back to you, and you were honestly feeling like you were about to pass out any given minute.

"Oh no... I hope they don't press any more charges!" you murmured, laying your head down on the cool leather. It sent a brief cooling  effect on your flaming skin, the warmth of your cheeks lowering for only a brief moment. 

"The police are deciding whether to continue searching, as there has been newfound evidence for the case that may alter the course of it all." he said, sparking interesting inside you. What kind of evidence would it have to be to help in any way at all?

"Reported directly from the forensics department, there has been no sign of human activity in any rooms beside the hallway, kitchen, living room and one bedroom. Adding onto that, there has been no evidence of resist. The outcome of this case may rely on these discoveries, but may need further investigating to take place. The police are actually requesting for the victim's presence in order for some first hand info, and this may even reduce the penalties to house arrest."  

"That's if the interview goes in a certain direction, right?" the woman asked. 

The other presenter nods. "That is certainly correct. If the victim does decide to talk with the police, the sentence may either be extended or truncated or reduced."

Your eyes were widened to dinner plates and the rhythm of your heart had escalated up the roof top, so incredibly fast that it felt like a hum of an engine. You were absolutely saved, it all seemed too good to be true. For once you relied on the promising news. You just needed to lie to the police in any way you can and Antonio wouldn't have to return to the hellhole of a jail where many people rotted away in.

The door on your left was knocked softly, snapping you out of your fatigued daze. You peered over your couch and bore your eyes into the fogged glass, recognizing the familiar silhouette that seeped through the transparent material and to loom into the dimly lit house. You slid your legs off the couch and shot up from the cushions, swaying slightly from side to side as you walked over to the door and opened it. 

The door creaked open to reveal a much anticipated Spaniard, his forest green irises gleaming at you. A soft smile decorated your lips as he slid his arms around your neck and brought your warm body to his. 

"Hey Toni," you murmured into his hair, the scent of his body impaling you as it drifted into your nose. He hummed softly and squeezed you into a tight embrace. Pulling away and planting a kiss on the side of your forehead, his eyes lingered over your lips. The moment you both touched, it was as though every concern or responsibility you had disappeared out the window. 

"Good evening, mi amor." he cooed, stroking his thumb tenderly across your blushing cheeks. A frown crossed his face and he furrowed his brows in worry. "You're very warm, chica. But don't worry. Toni will take very good care of you." 

He bent down close to the ground and scooped you up in his arms, to where you let out a squeal in protest. 

"Put me down, Toni! I can walk by myself!" 

Giving you a closed eye smile, he shook his head. "That won't do, querida." 

With next to no effort at all, he brought your pulsating body against his chest and walked up the stairs. You yourself was struggling to even walk, where as he could manage to carry you up the stairs with absolute grace. His touch and intoxicating smell slowly lulled you into sleep, but you fought to keep your eyes open so that you could help him settle down for the night. He pushed open your bedroom door and walked quietly over to your bed, tightening his hold of your body with one arm and using the other to peel the corner of the blankets. 

You were astonished by his strength. He was able to hold you with one arm and he didn't even have any trouble with it. 

Placing you gently on the bed, he loosened the knot around your body from the robe and removed that. Antonio continued to remove your clothes until you were in your undergarments, but you didn't complain as your body was on fire from the fever. He tucked you in and removed his clothes himself down to his pants. 

"I'm just going to go down to the kitchen, okay?" he whispered before slipping out the door and down the stairs. 

As you laid there in all your glory and felt incredulous heat nip away on your body, you shifted your body over to the open window and watched the stars. The vast stretch of black all around created a sense of loneliness, but that didn't get you at all as you were with Antonio and you knew that he wouldn't ever leave you. You were about to become completely hypnotized by the constant winking of the glittering dots of white, soft footsteps padded up to your room.

Shifting back to your original position, you watched Antonio shut the door behind him and walk towards you with a cup and a bowl with your towel dipped in it. He placed it on your bedside table and buried his hands in the bowl, making a sloshing noise. Taking the towel, he dipped it a few times before wringing out some of the water, some of the droplets trailing down his arm and down to his elbow. 

Antonio then bent down to your level and folded the towel into a small rectangle, laying it across your forehead in a very gentle and mother-like manner. 

"Thank you." you murmured. 

"You're welcome." he replied. He lingered his gaze over you for a few moments. "Do you want some Panadol?" 

You nodded. "Yes please."

Antonio disappeared for a brief moment down the stairs again and you immediately regretted it for a second. Thankfully, he returned less than a minute later with a small cardboard box clasped in his hand. Flickering your half-lidded eyes to the medicine, you let out a low hum of disapproval. 

"Is there only the adult one available?" you moaned, a sour flavor filling your tongue. You never liked taking pills and you definitely were unable to swallow such large ones even with the luxury of water. He shook his head and smiled at you apologetically. 

"Sorry chica. This is the only one, unless you don't want it." he said. "I can break it into two for you." 

"Fine." you huffed, sliding your back up against the head board into an upright position. A small blush reddened his cheeks as he watched you brood. No matter what, smile or frown, you were always adorable to him, especially at moments when you were annoyed. 

He popped out a round, white tablet and crushed it under his fist on the table, severing it into two equal pieces. Carrying it in his palm with a mug in the other, he climbed onto the bed next to you and uncurled his fingers as his hand touched your chin. He pressed his palm to your mouth where you reluctantly accepted the contents held in it. He then placed the rim of the cup to your lips and tilted it so that you could swallow the liquid. 

Eliciting a small noise with a voice filled with disgust, you gasped and hung your tongue out form the bitter aftertaste of the tablet. 

"That was gross." you muttered. He smiled sheepishly and rubbed the nape of his neck. 

"Sorry about that. At least it'll help you get better." he replied. Antonio reached for his pant zip and undid his pants before sliding out of them completely. He slid further deeper into the blankets next to you and rested his head on your pillow, causing his dark brown hair to form a pool of curls. A deep crimson blush burned your cheeks even more, the flustered expression that appeared making Antonio's lips curl into a mischievous smirk.

He rolled over to you and captured your narrowed eyes in a loving gaze. "Looks like Toni isn't helping with your fever." 

You shook your head and grasped onto the end of blanked, pulling it over your head. "No, you're being very helpful, thank you very much."

"Aw, I'm so glad you think that way! Soon your fever will go away so we can kiss more," he cooed, his statement rolling off his tongue without shame. Truth was, him being here didn't do much to your fever right now. His presence would send you into a flustered mess, pounding heart and all. You were placing your bets on Panadol and a good night's rest though. 
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His fists wrapped tightly in bandages, the crimson velvet seeped through the white to stain in blotches. Tears stung at the side of his eyes as he felt a burning sensation on his hands, the constrictor like bandages doing no help whatsoever. The warm sun rays cast a bright glow on his back, illuminating it into a blinding white. He glanced out the window pane briefly, his ears suddenly catching what sounded like the laughter of children, indulging themselves in a playful game of soccer on the green strokes of grass.

A small smile upturned his lips as he watched them in wonder, yet it was tainted by the sin of envy. He'd never played with other children, or even was able to elicit such an innocent sound of laughter like they. He pressed his cheeks on the invisible barrier, staring at the two kids as they kicked the ball around the ground. His frozen fingertips were pressed firmly against the hot glass, melting what felt like ice that formed on his fingers from staying indoors. 

"Hey, focus on your training, Jones!" a gruff voice shouted, immediately snapping himself out of the small haven he made.

His breath hitched and he twisted himself around, a pang of sadness hitting him as he was faced with the dull grey room again. Raising his arms up in front of him, he curled his fingers into his moist clammy palms into a tight fist and stared up at the towering figure in front of him with crestfallen cerulean irises engulfed with morose. 


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Millions of white stars littered across the black canvas of the night sky, it twinkled and winked overhead as he swung his legs over the fence. His heart was racing in euphoria and his teeth were chattering in excitement. He rubbed his hands furiously together, generating a few sparks of heat to warm himself in the cool, unforgiving night. He looked over his shoulder briefly to find the house standing perfectly still, dark and quiet. 

This was the perfect time to go and have some fun at the playground. 

Pumping his small legs as fast as he could, he made a couple of turns across the streets to finally come across the deserted standing formations of the equipment. The tall silhouette of the lamp posts that were still glowing towered over the playground in an omnipotent sense. The colors of the playground were faded and dulled by the cloak of the night, but there wasn't a better time for him to treat himself. 

He headed for the slides first, climbing onto the top like a monkey without any trouble. Sliding down the thin tube, the lameness of it all was amusing. Despite the mediocre entertainment from this, he found it absolutely exhilarating. After playing on the slide for twenty seven times, he decided to peer over the pole to the double set of swings. He let out soft gasp as he laid eyes on another figure that seemed to appear out of nowhere. 

A small petite form of a little girl swung on the swing, making the rusted metal creak. She was dressed in a grey hoodie and dark blue denim pants that were tattered with some stains of dirt. His heart stopped and he widened his eyes, his legs stuck to the ground like glue with his whole body frozen to the spot. A dark shadow cast over the half of her face, her cold eyes stared hard into the ground with a crestfallen expression. 

A deathly silence fell around them, not that it wasn't existing already. He pressed his hand to his mouth, cupping around his lips so that he wouldn't let out any noises. What was the only thing that could be heard were two different paced heart beats, one calm and deep while the other was thundering like crazy. The singing of the crickets at night finally silenced as well, the only other background noise making his heart sound extremely loud. 

The girl blinked, spooked to her bones as she sensed another presence. Another body's warmth radiated off into waves and mingled with hers, the warm breathing and pounding heart making her realize that she wasn't alone. Hesitantly turning her head, she sucked in a sharp breath when her instincts didn't fail her. 

"O-oh... Hi there," she greeted him, pulling the jacket's sleeve out and over her palm. 

"Hey," he managed to murmur. If he stared a bit harder, he could tell that she was actually a cute girl under her hoodie. 

She flickered her eyes down to the ground again, possibly to avoid eye contact. 

"So, what made you decide to come out so late at night?" she asked, not considering that she was indeed doing the exact same thing. 

His visage fell to the ground as he walked over and sat himself down on the seat next to her. He couldn't mess this up, not that it was even hard in the first place - but the thing was it was the first time he had ever talked to another kid his age, let alone a girl. Maybe this would change things up a bit.

"I-uh, actually snuck out because I wanted to come here," he coughed, the abrupt lie slipping past his lips. Her eyes sparkled in wonder, now having an interest for the boy that sparked from that response. 

"Really? Same!" she exclaimed, a wide smile gracing her lips. "I feel much safer here." 

"Haha, that's funny! Why would you feel safer at a park when you could stay at home with your parents?" he laughed, voice cracking as he attempted the last word. 

She shook her head and let her eyes travel back down to her lap. She grasped the cold metal chain that held her up above the air, then glanced up at the peaceful sky. 

"I don't have any parents. They were murdered." 

He was taken aback, unsure on how to respond. Tears were now welling in her eyes, threatening to fall down her cheeks. He now grew even more panicked, unable to handle someone else's crying as he had never experienced such a thing before. She rubbed her eyes roughly with her sleeve, the warm tears dotting the grey fabric. He reached for her hand before squeezing it in an attempt of consolation. She didn't move, but accepted it, the first touch of affection after her parent's last moments. 

"I was always unsure of what to be when I grow up." she continued, the final drops of tears cascading down her inflamed red cheeks like rain against a window pane. Her eyes were now glowing against the darkness of the night, burning in determination. "But now I know." 

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It was a crisp new morning. Perfect weather, a perfect day that was wasted none other on a stressful day at work. That was what everyone else would say, but that wasn't what you thought. As soon as the sun rose, it signaled to you that it was time to work and dig further into the many mysterious cases of crime. After studying for a couple of years for your degree, your efforts were not wasted in the NYPD. 

Your hair was tied into a low bun as you walked to your office, a box of donuts and a tray of coffee in the other. It was rather typical, but hey, donuts are great and coffee is your life blood. Turning your body around and pushing the swing door open, you walked to your desk and placed the food and drink down. An albino that sat opposite to you removed his glued eyes from the screen and directed his hungry gaze to the food where you had kindly offered to share. 

"Thanks, (F/N)!" he said, reaching forward to grab a donut glazed with thick layer of chocolate icing and sprinkles. Stuffing his face and munching the sweet pastry, he pointed to the tall pile of files that sat on your desk. "So, how's your latest case going?" 

"It's going pretty good. I think it'll crack soon." you replied. 

Suddenly, the door creaked open and another person entered the room. Shutting the door behind him, he walked towards you both and placed a folder on your desk with a soft thud where you presumed it to be another case. 

"Well not soon enough." he cut in, a thick German accent coating his words. You glanced up slowly to meet the gaze of the chief of police, Ludwig Beilschmidt. His icey blue eyes were absolutely mesmerizing. You could never bare to stare into them as long as you ever wanted, as it was rude to do so and you were secretly frightened by him. Breaking the eye contact, you nodded with acknowledgement. 

He narrowed his eyes and flipped open the first few pages of the folder. He found a profile of the supposed criminal, revealing a young man in his twenties. A light, sandy blonde mop of hair framed an incredibly handsome face. His bright cerulean irises were gleaming with joy, almost as radiant as his American smile. From what you could tell, this suspect wasn't caught yet as he looked way too natural and gorgeous for it to be his mugshot. 

You however, wasn't fooled by such materialistic attributes and instead felt a pang of disgust as you read over the crimes that he had done. You cringed as you came to finally confirm how many murders and heads he had taken - the count was over 30. 

"It's him again. Another murder." he continued. "Or what he'd say, mission accomplished." 
Smoke and mirrors [Hitman Jones x reader] 1
HITMAN JONES COMIN' THRU

Aye yo, Alfredosauce here. Finally decided it was time this wonderful AU needed a fanfiction. I was actually surprised there weren't that many fanfics out there, so I wrote my own. 

Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
You (c) America (Happy) [V1] 

Next part ---> ???

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Apparently Hitman Jones is an aromantic asexual. Let's switch that around a bit. 
I might start a Hitman Jones x reader if I get a good idea. Should reader be an innocent random girl who crosses paths with a psychopath, or is she a talented assassin just like him? Or maybe she is the complete opposite - a skillful officer? 

What else you could suggest: 

- Some ideas on what may happen the story
- Some events you want to see happen ;) 



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Un Romance Roto |Yandere! Spain X reader| 9
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School was was just like normal, and that wasn't what you were expecting. Glancing all around with irises brimmed with fear, you were drowning in paranoia. Every step you took seemed to send a quake-like thump throughout your body. What happened last night was definitely going to throw people off into believing that Antonio may have broken out of prison. If that was what was going to be fed to the public, how could Antonio step out onto the streets ever again?

A shaky sigh escaped your lips as you felt soft pulsing pound at the back of your head. All these questions lead to another, manifesting anxiety to fill your bones. You didn't have the energy to deal with these problems, the real obstacle right now in front of you was the school day and getting by without rising suspicion.

Pressing your fingers tightly to your temple massaging it, you were soothed by your cool fingertips against your hot skin. Maybe you shouldn't have gone out of bed today.

As you walked slowly but surely towards your home room, your ears caught furious padding of sneakers against the ground, stampeding closer and closer. You furrowed your brows and looked over your shoulder just in time to catch a flash of cerulean blue eyes gleaming at you. It felt like an arm had slapped its way onto your shoulders and pulled you towards it. Your eyes widened in shock and you gasped at the sudden tug on your body.

"Hey (F/N)!" He greeted you, voice filled with overflowing enthusiasm. A soft smile tugged at your lips as you gazed at the boy with relief.

"Oh, hey Alfred." You replied, returning your gaze to the front of you. He kept his arm around your shoulders as his walking pace slowly grew in time with yours.

"So, what did you do yesterday?" He asked.

Your stomach dropped as images flashed briefly in your mind. Your blinked furiously and shook your head, causing him to look at you quizzically.

"Um, nothing much. Just homework," you laughed sheepishly, hoping that he'd buy such a poor example of an excuse. Maybe for once his obliviousness would actually make a change for the good. He gazed at you with a skeptical glint before flashing you a toothy grin.

"Haha, that's so boring! You know you should of totally gone with me for ice cream after school, but you had to go work!" He brooded, tugging your arm like a child.

"Well, I'm sorry, okay? I promise I'll go with you next time," you said, making his eyes sparkle in joy.

"Really? That's a promise right?" He asked.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled softly. "Yeah,"

"Then you can come with me after school today, and I won't take no for an answer," he smiled at you goofily while holding a out a peace sign. You flinched and you glanced back at him with a dumbfounded expression plastered on your face.

"W-wait, are you serious?" You stuttered. Perhaps you shouldn't have made any promises that you couldn't keep. Not that it wasn't hard to, Alfred was just too unpredictable.

He gazed back at the hallways in front of him and nodded. "Yep." You turned to him and was about to scold him, but your mouth sealed shut as you met with his eyes. "I haven't had ice cream with you in forever."

Your gaze softened. "Alright. I guess that's something I can't argue with." A smile graced your lips as Alfred lit up immediately and let your smile spread to his face. He stopped abruptly in his tracks and engulfed you in a tight bear hug, his freak strength squeezing out some air in your lungs. He chorused out a string of random noises of what sounded like a combination of whoohoo's while you felt your soul leave your body as he did so.

"Dude, get off me! I'm dying over here." You coughed, finally feeling some oxygen fill up inside of you again. He rubbed his neck and grinned, chuckling sheepishly.

"Sorry, I just got really excited I guess, haha," he chuckled.

You were too immersed in the blood that drained from your head to pay any attention, causing an overwhelming sensation of lightheadedness to consume you. Instead of using any energy to reply, you just nodded to whatever he said. Blotches of blurred blonde was what your line of sight could make out, so you continued to stand there with your impaired vision.

"But yeah, so I think you should really get the sundae this time and not the individual cone. We can share one just in case you think you can't finish it all by yourself." He rambled on, where you nodded in return. "Oh hey, we're already here. Let's go!"

Without you realising, you had already arrived at your destination thanks to Alfred. Stepping inside the room and finally coming to your senses, you walked to your desk and plummeted down on the seat. You craned your head to the side and rested your flaming cheeks on your palm. This was going to be a long day.

***

The bell rung, echoing throughout the whole campus signalling the end of the school day much to your delight. Packing away your things to find Alfred leaning against the door frame, the students filed out, more like stormed out of the classroom where he was standing at. The last student exited the room just when you reached the door. Shooting him a lazy smile, you nudged him in the chest and started walking in the direction of the exit.

"Let's go," you said. He gladly complied, trailing close behind you and patting your back.

"Thanks again, (F/N)! I can't wait for some ice cream!" He pumped the air with his fists.

You both walked in comfortable silence in save for the occasional one liners. He seemed to be the only one initiating the speaking, but he didn't really mind. Although he could be a bit clueless, he was able to tell from your eyes hat you were exhausted, and were flickering all over the place for anything to simulate your senses.

You both arrived at the ice cream parlour and found a place to sit, consisting of stools that faced the street with a tall window that stretched from the ground up. You dumped your bag onto the ground beside your stool and climbed onto the piece of furniture, resting your head on the bench. Your eyes shut by themselves, lulling you into a half asleep, half awake state as the background noises faded into a dull fuzz. Unfortunately for you, your mini nap was cut short as Alfred bounded in with a sundae clasped in his hands and two metal spoons in the other.

His irises shined in eagerness as he placed the plate onto the counter with a clink and handed you your spoon. You thanked him and scraped a small mound of vanilla with your spoon and inserted it in your mouth. Contrastingly, he dug his spoon into the large ball of brown and grabbed a mountain of chocolate to shove it into his mouth. He furrowed his brows and utter bliss flashed onto his face.

"Oh yeah... This tasted better than yesterday," he said, popping a cherry into his mouth. "It's probably cuz' you're here with me,"

"Uhhuh." You murmured, scooping some strawberry from the platter.

You both continued to eat the ice cream in silence, not due to any awkwardness at all, but the opposite. He eventually slowed his constant rhythm of consumption and stared at his spoon.

"Hey, (F/N)?" He asked, making you hum in response. He flickered his eyes over to you and travelled his visage over your form. "I really missed you, ya know?"

"... Same." you muttered back.

You really did. You wished that you could just let it all out, all the fear, sadness and desire to see all your family and friends during those months as a runaway. You guessed you never paid attention to those emotions until later. Maybe that was instead replaced by the affection and love from a certain individual and neglected as a result. But right now you were drained of all your energy to do it.

He dropped his spoon onto the plate with a soft clatter and fiddled with his tee. Narrowing his eyes and blinkin furiously, he bit back the urge to tear up. Unknown to him, you had already saw through his defence mechanism that hid his soft side. He tended to do this every time he wanted to cry, and you had figured that it was best for the both of you to pretend and play along so that his pride wouldn't sting.

"I was really worried." He continued, his voice shaking a little. His eyes were brimmed with tears, blurring his vision. Rubbing them furiously with his sleeve, he smiled at you. "But I'm real glad you're back... And like I can spend time with you and stuff."

You glanced down at your feet before looking back at his reddened face. "I really missed you too. To be honest, you never really left my mind and I was hoping that you'd save me, and you did. You're a real hero."

He sniffled and tapped his forehead onto your shoulder, obscuring his face from your view.

"Aww, are you crying?" You teased him. He wrapped his arms around your chest and squeezed.

"Maybe." He murmured back.

Your heart melted and you felt like you had just experienced a revelation of some sort. First time you've heard him admit, or at least not deny it with a crying voice. Gliding your hands through his smooth locks of hair, you played with them and listened to his soft sniffles against your shoulder.

"You're still strong even if you cry, Alfie. You don't always have to hide it." You said.

He pulled away with a smile adorned on his face.

"Haha, thanks dude. You're the best." he said. He glanced outside the parlour and stared off at the mesmerising sunset. The burning hues of a hot orange glowed off of the sun and seeped into the clouds like paint soaking into cotton balls. Gazing back at you, he said, "We should probably go now. I'll walk you home."

***

You collapsed onto your bed after a shower, enjoying the smooth glide of the cool sheets underneath your skin. After cleaning yourself with hot water, your body was now soaring up to feverish temperatures, but you saw it coming from a mile way. Extending your arm out to your bedside table, you grabbed your phone and opened your messages. There were a few unread from Alfred, and a few from someone else.

Antonio: Hey chica! Are you doing well? Toni misses you.

Antonio: Please reply!


You smiled softly and typed back a response.

(F/N): I'm doing okay. I think I have a fever tho

A few moments later, a typing icon appeared.

Antonio: Really? Aw, Toni will make it all better! I'll drop by soon!

(F/N): Wait, you don't have to come! It'll be too troubling for you, won't it?

Antonio: Nothing's too troubling if it's to see you.

Antonio: Are your parents home right now?


You glanced over your shoulder to your door and heard nothing but silence. Your parents had gone out on a business trip that they had postponed for a few weeks after you came back, but were able to finally get back onto it after you had recovered from your ordeal.

(F/N): Nup. They won't be back until a few weeks or so

Antonio: Okay! That's good. I may as well come now! See you soon!

You leaned forward and leaned your face closer to your phone.

(F/N): What?? It's like 8:00, it's so late. Why don't you come tomorrow?

Antonio: That's not too late! I'll just sleep over at your place. And plus, you need someone to take care of you especially when your parents aren't with you. You need me to look after you!

What a sweetheart.

You were now thinking back to yesterday where he was unofficially freed from his sentence, and that was something you wished upon since the beginning. Even against all odds, he would still be there for you and care for you when nobody else could.

Not your friends, parents or Alfred.

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