RomanoxReader Dancing Was the Right PrescriptionRomanoxReader Dancing Was the Right Prescription by hetaliarocksmysoxoff
He didn’t know why he had taken the job. He hated the music, the bar smoke made him cough the entire time, and all of the people pissed him off. But it paid the bills, so he usually didn’t ‘t complain too much, as long as he wasn’t forced to play that song: “Mambo Italiano”. Unfortunately for the musician, “Mambo Italiano” was the last song in his set nearly every night.
The brunet shook his head, causing a thin, curly strand of hair sticking up on the right side of his head to bounce. ‘Come on, Lovino. Keep it together. Just three more songs and you can go get smashed with Toni.’
To be quite frank, the young Italian hated that damned song. Oh lord, how he hated it! He couldn’t stand the words, the stupid rhythms he plucked out on the upright bass, or that damned singer’s voice. Those fottutos who ran the bar he worked in thought they knew his country.
The bar was done up in an Americanized Italian style: so
England X Reader: Part ThreeAn Englishman's Home Is His CastleEngland X Reader: Part Three by 12bfeygirl42
Roses: fragile and docile petals, caressed by cruel, inescapable and unrelenting Thorns. The Thorns are harsh, their embrace on the soft flower almost unforgiving, unmerciful, and despicably necessary. Unbound, the Rose would be defenseless, subjugated to the twisted and unforgiving world outside. It was a delicate balance, the equilibrium between Chaos and Peace sometimes reaching the point at which it would shatter.
The Rose needs the Thorn and the Thorn lives solely for the Rose.
With all of the respect she possessed, (Y/n) would have to tell him that his garden was almost overly eccentric and obscene. Rose vines littered his home, the aroma a tantalizing scent that somehow was a comfort to her. His walkway was framed by several tall oaks, their shadows creeping in the early morning light. It was a beautiful morning, the chill of a mist tracing her legs beneath her dress, though the warmth of t
Cupid's assistant (Sweden x reader)Cupid's assistant (Sweden x reader) by Lilysm
The last days of winter ended and spring came to life. Fluffy birds were singing their happy songs, insects finally woke up and people gone outside. Air was filled with beautiful flowers’ scent and everywhere was heard children’s laugh. These warm and peaceful days made most of the people cheerful and lively. But not everyone got rid of their grumpiness.
His dark aura attracted looks from all the passers-by. He glared at every couple he saw. Yes, Berwald Oxenstierna was a very unhappy man. His heart was aching. After his childhood friends got together nothing was the same. He hated to see the girl he loved in the other man arms. But he couldn’t do anything with it. He had to let it go and find a new love.
Easier said than done.
But he didn’t know that lady Fate had something prepared for him. Something small, loud and... Demanding?
“I demand you to stop moving! Now!” he heard someone yell but didn’t pay attention to it. Why should he? There wer
Floriography (Netherlands x Reader)Floriography (Netherlands x Reader) by UnluckyAmulet
You certainly weren't expecting to see a flower on your front porch that unremarkable morning, but there it was.
Pouring yourself a coffee and trying to manage your impressive bed-head, you had only been half-awake in the sun-bleached kitchen when something caught your eye as you stared listlessly out of the window, vaguely appreciative of the sunny skies and slowly-blooming plants finally rousing themselves from a winter slumber. It's a pleasant change from grey skies, at the very least. What attracted your attention, though, was a flickering of red that kept darting in and out of the frame of the kitchen window. It was moving too quickly for your half-open eyes to determine what it was, so after witnessing the mysterious fluttering three or four times as it twisted in the wind, you got up to investigate, finishing off your coffee and nearly tossing it into the sink.
Opening the door, you were greeted by a tulip.
The flower was big, a red ribbon tied around its stem just beneath the h