Since DA STASH is being a dick, I decided that I'm only going to post my AmeriViet fics on Fanfiction.com
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AmeriViet- Honey He ran as he held the bag close to his heart. The liquid within the vile lazily swaying to and fro with each stride he took. He had been to the market many times, but never found the substance she needed, until now. Running, running no matter how fast he ran, no matter how long his strides, home would not come into sight for hours. His golden, sandy blond hair clung to his sweaty skin as he raced home, the evergreen hills and and flowered meadows of the country side flew past him, and the beige gravel beneath him crunched every time his feet and the ground came in contact. The sun was slowly resting it's head down towards the horizon to take it's rest.AmeriViet- Honey by Eidillerons
Finally, he had arrived home. Many would say that the word home was a bit of a stretch, being that it was a cozy peach brick cottage with enormous windows, (hand made by the of the man of the house of course),with a white picket fence surrounding the perimeter of the lovely home. A small flower garden resided on the ed
Danger in the Woods - Sweden x ReaderDanger in the Woods - Sweden x Reader by echosdusk
Danger in the Woods
As much as you had been warned against it since childhood, the old dark trunks, writhing corridors of bracken and twisted roots of the old forest held your imagination. Every morning when you stepped out of the house to milk the cows and goats, the forest sat as a backdrop and seemed to lure you into watching its shadowy boarder. That had been increased even more by the arrival of a new village resident who spent his whole day out in the forest chopping wood and warding off the forest beasts… you assumed that part of course.
The man, called “Sweden” by others but named Berwald, was too quiet for everyone in your village to accept. They were used to the same old merchants from the other side of the lake and traditionally no newcomers had been seen in your home for twenty odd years. But this broad, blonde and silent sentinel had appeared one day and his lack of interest in the community had stirred up a lot of dangerous rumours. No
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