Naoria

Fem!Reader Your head was filled with a pleasant buzzing as you sat at the bar, a cup of sake before you and an absent smile on your face. It had been a long time since you had felt solid ground beneath your feet, and what better way to celebrate the arrival at a new island after weeks at sea than a visit to the local tavern. You grinned widely at the rowdy pirates around you, chuckling along with their jokes and tales, when you felt a body slide up next to you. You turned to find a handsome man with shocking red hair and three parallel scares running diagonally across his left eye. He offered you a sexy, lopsided smile and leaned in close b

"Kid you pick worse fights with Wesker than I do" Chris said as he placed a cold pack on your ribs and then proceeded to wrap your chest with some plastic wrap so that the cold pack stayed. You were currently sporting a busted lip, a black eye, several purple and green bruises and a few cuts on your face and body. Rebecca had already tended to your more severe wounds such as the broken index finger and large cut on your cheek bone that now was accompanied with stitches along with Chris's wounds. She  left Chris to tend to the smaller wounds such as the bruises, while she tended to Wesker. Wesker was not left untouched however after your fight

Bullies!Hetalia X Bullied!Reader Chapter 19 Older Friends and Newer Enemies "It's very nice to see you again, (Name)... You've really grown up since I last saw you." The woman spoke as she smiled kindly to the student. Matthew glanced at (Name) in slight confusion as she responded. "Same here, Ms. Braginski." The air between the two women was thick with tension. Matthew could feel it, as well could Allistor. Mr. Vargas on the other hand was standing there with a smile on his face. "Well! It's nice to see you two getting reacquainted!" The principle chirped. "I need to head to a meeting with Mr. Beilschmidt, so you all take care!" The ma

You made your way to the dining room, eyeing the few stalfos that darted about, bringing plates and platters to and from the kitchen. How would it be possible to tell the difference between the skeletal people? They all looked the same to you: bones and armor. A better question: how would you be able to tell which stalfos were in the R.A.G. ? As if managing a rebellion army against Ganondorf in his own castle wasn't preposterous enough, now you had to keep tabs on who was on your side versus who would go running to Ganondorf with news of an uprising. You gulped, your grip on the box of fairy dust tightening considerably. If Ganondorf heard