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War Of Hearts by FALL3NYOUTH
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"I have fought a thousand battles, suffered defeat a hundred times, and victory a hundred times more-" He breathes out a shakey breath, the bite of cold metal digging into his throat. "-and I have yet to fight a war as bloody as loving you." Her steady grip on the dagger does not falter, if anything, she grasps it with more vigor than before. "Then you should know how this ends."
Empire Oneshot by Scp-Whirl049
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11/21/21 Just thought of making this :) Enjoy the random scenarios that will happen <3
˗ˏˋ β™‘ ΛŽΛŠΛ— You Cannot Wake Without Us˗ˏˋ β™‘ ΛŽΛŠΛ— ┃┃Yan! CH x F! Reader by NavaMxm
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[YANDERE COUNTRYHUMANS Γ— FEM! READER] - "π”œπ”¬π”² π”žπ”―π”’ π”ž π”£π”―π”’π”žπ”¨ 𝔬𝔣 π”«π”žπ”±π”²π”―π”’.... 𝔉𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔀 π”©π”¦π”žπ”―.." - "𝕴'𝖒 π–œπ–†π–ž π–•π–†π–˜π–™ 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙... π•¬π–—π–Š π–žπ–”π–š?" Fₐₗₛₑ ₐwₐₖₑₙᡒₙgβ‚› - This is when someone dreams about waking up and engaging in normal activities but later realizes it was a dream. This can contribute to the confusion between dreams and reality. --- You were normal.... So normal. So. SO NORMAL. Was this you slowly going insane? Did the universe decide you had too much of a decent life? WHY WAS THIS HAPPENING .You. .Were. .Normal. Nothing interesting is going on here. Why are you reading? This was just a normal book of a normal girls life, you can leave now. You.... Can leave now. ... .. . Why are you still here? This book is NORMAL. Warnings: -Yandere themes (duh...) -Gore/blood -N@zi/Communism/etc (Countryhumans book, self explanatory yk?) -Wars (WWI/WWII/and such) -Sensitive topics -Death _____ Word count: 33.625
πŸŽ• Cα΅’α΅˜βΏα΅—Κ³ΚΈΚ°α΅˜α΅α΅ƒβΏΛ’ Λ£ Κ³α΅‰α΅ƒα΅ˆα΅‰Κ³ ONESHOTS by PastelDove_003
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ΰ­§οΈ΅. Λ–οΈ΅ κ•€β € ⟒ β € κ•€ οΈ΅Λ– .οΈ΅ΰ­¨ β–¬β–¬ Every border is a wound that never quite healed. Every nation has a voice - quiet, aching, and human. They laugh, they love, they destroy, they rebuild. And somewhere in between all that, they reach for you. Here, nations are more than lines on a map. They bleed, they yearn, they remember. Some will hold your hand as if it were peace itself. Some will break you just to see if you'll stay. Are such cruel beings even capable of love? To love after what they've done, after what they've destroyed? Can hands once stained with conquest ever touch softly again? Can a country that has bled others learn what it means to ache? A countryhuman oneshot book. β–¬β–¬ Closed. (for now) ΰ­§β€ΏΜ©Ν™ Λ–οΈΆ κ•€β € ⟒ β € κ•€ οΈΆΛ– β€ΏΜ©Ν™ΰ­¨
𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 πƒπˆπ€π‘π˜ - countryhumans by litamatxcha
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γ€Žβ€’ πŽππ„π’π‡πŽπ“ ‒』 π—¬π—”π—‘π——π—˜π—₯π—˜! countryhumans X π—₯π—˜π—”π——π—˜π—₯! ────────────────────────── ❛❛ ᴑᴇ ᴑᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜsα΄› α΄…Ιͺα΄…Ι΄'α΄› Κ€α΄‡α΄€ΚŸΙͺᴒᴇ Ιͺα΄› α΄œΙ΄α΄›Ιͺʟ ɴᴏᴑ! ❜❜ ────────────────────────── β•°β”€β”€βž€ π—œπ—‘ π—ͺπ—›π—œπ—–π—› - you get to experience being with the countryhumans as yanderes! how they'd act and how they'd treat you. Just request and I'll do the rest. ⋆ ⊹ - 【 𝗧π—ͺ: This story contains dead dove; do not eat elements. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. 】
𝐒𝐰𝐒𝐦𝐦𝐒𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐨𝐨π₯𝐬 by The-Anxious-Author
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α΄ α΄€Κ€Ιͺᴏᴜꜱ!α΄„α΄α΄œΙ΄α΄›Κ€ΚΚœα΄œα΄α΄€Ι΄κœ± x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 π’˜π’‰π’Šπ’•π’† 𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 π’Šπ’ 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒅 π’π’Šπ’• π’ƒπ’š π’Žπ’π’π’π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 π’ƒπ’‚π’„π’Œ 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 π’˜π’π’Žπ’‚π’ 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 π’‚π’“π’Žπ’” π’˜π’†π’“π’† 𝒔𝒖𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 π’Šπ’ 𝒂 π’”π’•π’“π’‚π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•π’‹π’‚π’„π’Œπ’†π’• π’ƒπ’π’…π’šπ’”π’–π’Šπ’• 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 π’ˆπ’π’Šπ’…π’†π’… 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’†π’…π’ˆπ’† 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒅 π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒔. 𝑨 π’Žπ’‚π’ 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒔 π’˜π’†π’π’, 𝒉𝒆 π’˜π’‚π’” 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 π’Šπ’ 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 π’–π’π’Šπ’‡π’π’“π’Ž. 𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’˜π’π’Žπ’‚π’ 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓 π’‡π’“π’π’Ž π’‰π’Šπ’” π’‘π’π’„π’Œπ’†π’•, π’“π’‚π’Šπ’”π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Šπ’• 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’‰π’†π’”π’Šπ’•π’‚π’π’• π’˜π’π’Žπ’‚π’. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 π’šπ’†π’π’‘π’†π’… π’’π’–π’Šπ’†π’•π’π’š 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒅. 𝑰𝒕 π’•π’π’π’Œ 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂 π’Žπ’π’Žπ’†π’π’•, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 π’‹π’–π’Žπ’‘π’†π’… π’Šπ’π’•π’ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒅. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 π’”π’‚π’π’Œ π’Šπ’Žπ’Žπ’†π’…π’Šπ’‚π’•π’†π’π’š.