Lokisservant

 How does the devil cry? Does he cry as silent as a mouse? Or as loud as the thunders above? How are his cries? Are his cries like weeping violins? Or are they like angry drums? Or is it that he is the musician? Does he weep in sorrow, When he lost his perfection? His wings, his glory? His love, his stories? Is he an instrument, One that cries beautifully? Or is he a musician, Who plays the instruments?

Today was Valentines day, it would have been a normal day if it weren't for your boyfriend, Philippines, or Emilio as he likes to be called, specially by you. As the thought crosses your mind, you faintly hear someone cheerfully singing "Mango-chan~ Mango-Chan~", you could guess who it was. Philippines' eyes lighted up as he saw you, hopping towards you with glee and excitement (and for you, with cringe), with his hands behind his back. "Mahal ko~" He sang, leaning over and kissing you shortly on the forehead. A blush emerged from your cheeks. "Cute, cute mo~ baby ko~" He squealed, suddenly hugging you tightly. "EMILIO MAY GAHD PUT ME DO

Hmm….   A calm melodic hum surrounds the large room, followed by the strum of guitars, a beautiful song was about to commence. All eyes were on your slightly swaying body, as you inhaled deeply before  singing. Les rêves des amoureux sont comme le bon vin Ils donnent de la joie ou bien du chagrin Affaibli par la faim je suis malheureux Volant en chemin tout ce que je peux Car rien n'est gratuit dans la vie Each word was pronounced in the outmost perfection, as if it was your mother’s tongue. French is certainly a beautiful language, no? L'espoir est un plat bien trop vite consommé À sauter les repas je suis h

Crazy Exes (2P!Hetalia x Reader) You can’t really recall why you and your ex broke up; was it because of his looks? No, that is far from the answer, his attitude?  Hmm… perhaps… or the rumours? Maybe. But there IS a reason why, you just can’t really recall… Anyways, you sigh as you look around your lonely apartment, which is only filled with trash, clothes, and memories. A ring from the doorbell alerts you.  Strange, you weren’t expecting someone or anything today… You walk over to the door with caution, frying pan at ready. (where did that come from? 0.o)  You opened the door quickly, swin

    Being the Queen of Hell isn’t exactly what you dreamed of when you were a kid, to be Frank, you actually wanted to be a nurse; but that changed when you became a hunter, who met Crowley- your now king and husband, on a hunt.       Crowley, as King of Hell and demon, despised Christmas, but you, on the other hand, absolutely love Christmas. In your family, it was tradition to celebrate it with your family and loved ones… only problem is, you don’t have any family left. Sad, I know.      But having that reason and being in Hell and being the ruler of it doesn’t stop you from being excited about it, not that you&

  A heavy sigh escaped you as heavy sweat began to pour all over your body, You panted, adrenaline courses through your body.  A deep sigh also escaped from the panting, sweaty male as he began to push up, before going down again.  You tried to focus your mind from all the noises...  But a groan sounded through another male's lips. An annoyed groan.  "Can I leave now?" Dean whined pathetically as he watches both you and Sam trying to compete against each other.  Today's Sunday, which means both you and Sam have free time to exercise.  "No." You grunted as you pulled yourself up for the 50th-something time and then lowering yoursel

“Cas, what the Hell are you doing?” Castiel immediately turned to you, toothpaste still squirting out of the bottle. “I am cleaning my teeth.” His response was muffled due to him having toothpaste on his teeth, but you still somehow make out what he said. “Cas, that’s not how you brush your teeth.” You chuckled at his confusion, making your way to him, you pick the toothpaste from his hands. “Can you please show me?” You nodded, besides, how can you resist him?  He grinned eagerly, toothpaste sticking out of his teeth. You chuckled at his enthusiasm before picking up the brush and be

 A little filler for you guys!  and a cliffhanger                                         CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON  "Stranger Danger" An eerie silence filled the room as the door sounded another knock, Dean still looking at the door with a hateful glare. The silence was deafening, but you can still feel and hear your heart pounding through your chest, your breath shaking by the fear of the next movement. Another minute of silence made the knocker impatient. The door, instead of knocking, suddenly busted open, the force making all the dust