The Warmest Blue (BelarusxReader) | 3 by PrincessAutumnArcher, literature
Literature
The Warmest Blue (BelarusxReader) | 3
“I’m home,” you called as the door closed behind you, the click of the latch both satisfying and disturbing; if you could only be free behind locked doors, what sort of freedom was it really?
A sad echo of your voice was the only response you received; concern crept into your system as you dropped your bag and kicked your shoes off, met only by the sound of silence.
“Natalya?”
Your footsteps were quieter than the irrational pounding of your heart as you slowly delved further into your house, checking each room. With each door that opened to an empty room, a fist of apprehension tightened aro
The Warmest Blue (BelarusxReader) | 2 by PrincessAutumnArcher, literature
Literature
The Warmest Blue (BelarusxReader) | 2
Natalya was waiting for you when you got home; her silvery hair flowed loose at her waist, the hem of her favourite dark blue dress hanging perfectly at her knees as she greeted you in her usual reserved way, her delicate features so still they could have been of ice.
You were sure to close the door behind you and check that the windows were all covered before pressing your lips to Natalya’s forehead, taking a moment to preserve the feel of her soft skin against yours and her pulse in harmony with your own. As you pulled away, feeling both relieved and hellishly guilty, Natalya regarded you quizzically. Bemusedly, she asked,
The Warmest Blue (BelarusxReader) | 1 by PrincessAutumnArcher, literature
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The Warmest Blue (BelarusxReader) | 1
The slap of paper on wood was audible as you stared at what was printed there on the glossy surface: you, laughing with Natalya, hands clasped and fingers entwined, bodies far closer than the boundary of platonic relations allowed. The man in black before you shuffled the sheets outward and more images appeared: the two of you sitting in the small café you had thought was so secret, bodies curled into one another’s like cats; a closer shot of your heads, your lips millimetres from Natalya’s, palm resting on the curve of her cheek.
The final picture, slapped down almost victoriously by the government official, sear
Male!Belarus x Reader - Captives by animelovea, literature
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Male!Belarus x Reader - Captives
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You looked over the shoulder of your best friend, Ivan Braginski, as you shoved a black plastic fork into your mouth, taking a bite of the Mac and Cheese on your (favorite color) plate.
In the distance, maybe thirty feet away, you saw a man with a long black coat on, looking over at the table. He had silver-ish blonde hair, but you couldn’t tell much more than that, other than a cowlick, similar to the one in your ex-boyfriend, Alfred’s, hair. He was peering around the corner, as if he were trying to
Nyo!Belarus x Reader: Taking Things Slow by MagixFire, literature
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Nyo!Belarus x Reader: Taking Things Slow
You were standing at your locker getting your books and chatting with Elizaveta when –
“I want us to get married!”
You blinked repeatedly trying to comprehend what Nikolai had just said. Elizaveta was trying not to laugh, pressing a hand to her lips. Meanwhile, your face darkened continuously into deeper shades of red.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” she snickered before leaving for her next class. Once she rounded the corner, her boisterous laugh echoed through the hallways, barely reaching your ears due to your confused and shocked state.
“W-what?!” you blurted. Nikolai’s face was comple
One World Closer (Belarus x Photographer!Reader) by UnluckyAmulet, literature
Literature
One World Closer (Belarus x Photographer!Reader)
You like to think of yourself as a person who has an above average appreciation for exquisite things. It's part of your job description, after all.
Then she showed up, and all your previous ideals were flipped upside down in the most peculiar way.
Your mouth almost fell open when you first saw Natalya Arlovskya in person.
A frown decorates her face, but even that wasn't enough to detract from her unique beauty. You can see why you've been seeing her all over the place recently, whether on TV advertising one thing or another or on the magazines covers. She has this peculiar, doll-like figure that's all the rage at the moment. But magazines