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"And (Full Name), do you take Roderich Edelstein to be your lawfully wedded husband?" "I do." "Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." And with that, you jumped onto him and gave him a big, yet somehow gentle kiss as all of your friends and family clapped and cheered for you two. Breaking away from the kiss, you smiled at Roderich, took has hand, and started dragging him towards the after-party. ~~~~~Time skippy :3~~~~~ "Oh (Name)! I'm so happy for you!" yelled your best friend (Friend Name), hugging you yet not noticing that she was choking you to death. "T…hanks…but

 I walked in on Ludwig and Roderich having another one of their arguments. When I walked through the door the two were shouting at each other, mostly in German. I crossed my arms. "Alright. What are you two yelling about now?" The two stopped bickering to look at me and sighed, irritated. "Roderich here thinks that Beethoven was Austrian," said Ludwig. "Und this dummkopf is saying that he was German," said Roderich, causing Ludwig to stare daggers at him. "Hey now, don't call the nice man a dummkopf," I said, pulling up a chair and sitting in it backwards. "Well, do you two have points to back up your claims?" Roderich nodded emphat

   It was your first day of training as a sniper, and you just didn’t feel like functioning. Sniper had instructed you to get up in time to leave at daybreak, and be prepared for hot weather. You had clambered down from your bunk in the female dormitory sleepily and got dressed quietly, not wanting to wake anyone. The female spy in the bunk beneath yours snored gently in her sleep mask with a tiny smile on her face. You envied her.    Once dressed, and after a stop by the bathroom, you carried your work boots down the corridor to the main living area. You slumped into the long sectional couch and set to the task of putting on and laci

You woke up to your clock alarm screaming at you, you smashed the button and groaned, you had way too much to drink last night. You remembered after Mark had set up his computer equipment he thought it would be a good idea to do a drunk lets play with you doing several different games. You remembered you played 'Table Tug' or something like that after you both had five or six beers each, you were just wasted, but it was downright hilarious. You sat up and rubbed your head, it felt like an ape used it for a drum, you put on a light sweater and walked out to get some asprin and coffee. You heard Mark in the guest room talking about somethin

  “(Name) what site is that?” Thor boomed next to your ear. You rubbed your aching ear as discreetly as possible while you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. You found it incredibly creepy when somebody read over your shoulder. “It’s called deviantART.” You replied as sweetly as possible as you hastily closed the tab. You really didn’t want him to see what you were looking at. “Wait! Who was that person on their claiming to be me?” Thor questioned but without giving you time to answer he took control of your laptop by swiping it from your lap. Silently you cursed whoever taught the Asgardian

"(first nameeeeee)" A voice called as you jumped, your back going ridged as you sat up straight. Your (e/c) eyes meeting Hanji's gleaming ones as she stared you down before your body slowly relaxed. Used to being on edge around the higher ups such as Levi and Commander Erwin, you tilted your head at the bordering on insane woman as she grinned at you. "You're up." She laughed, beckoning at the waiting Connie and Sasha who held open the canvas bag wide waiting for you. "Ah." Was all you could muster before Hanji grabbed your arm and practically dragged you out of your chair causing your fellow soldiers to laugh slightly at Hanji's usual enthus

FrancexReader The Intimacy Talk You were sitting on the sofa in the living room of the home you shared with your boyfriend of two years, Francis. You were in his lap, his arms around his waist and his face buried in your neck, placing small kisses on the sensitive flesh. He was currently trying to get you "in the mood". Ever since your two year anniversary, his attempts at bedding you rose tremendously. He wouldn't push you to the point of discomfort, but he still made it apparent as to what he wanted from you. You admired the fact that he still respected your boundaries, but it still unnerved you a bit. You loved him and would do anything

"And (Full Name), do you take Roderich Edelstein to be your lawfully wedded husband?" "I do." "Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." And with that, you jumped onto him and gave him a big, yet somehow gentle kiss as all of your friends and family clapped and cheered for you two. Breaking away from the kiss, you smiled at Roderich, took has hand, and started dragging him towards the after-party. ~~~~~Time skippy :3~~~~~ "Oh (Name)! I'm so happy for you!" yelled your best friend (Friend Name), hugging you yet not noticing that she was choking you to death. "T…hanks…but

Intro …England. If there was one thing you hated the most, it had to be people attempting to contact you when you were trying so desperately to sleep. What time was it again? Gaze flickering to your nightstand where a digital clock rested, you exhaled a sigh once your eyes skimmed over the bright numbers. 1:21 AM You should be asleep by now, but no – instead, whoever controlled your fate decided to pull a jerk move and force you awake due to your phone going off. At first, your phone only went off once, signaling that you’d received one text. Normally you ignored things like that, dismissing it as something you could r