• UnLimit summisions.
• Please, submit to the right foulder:
-With other characters: Spain and/or Romano with other characters.
-Spain/Antonio: He's the only one in the deviation.
-Romano/Lovino: He's the only one in the deviation.
-Spamano: The two are in the same deviation and only them.
-Fanfics: Spamano must be the main pairing.
-Cosplay: Spain, Romano or spamano hits.
-Other: Gifs, journals, random, etc
• Content mature is allowed (but it has to be in content mature please)
• Other pairings are allowed BUT only if there is also spamano in the deviation.
• Other pairings of Spain or Romano are not allowed unless the deviation has spamano hits.
• Fanfics are allowed if they have spamano as the main pairing.
• Cosplays are allowed.
Calcio e AmoreChiara hadn’t even realized that she was chewing on her pencil, until Feliciano tapped her shoulder. She startled, looking at him with wide eyes. “Wh-What?”Calcio e Amore by ~Guil-T-Pleasurez
He motioned silently to her pencil, then tilted his head curiously to one side. He gave no words. He didn’t need to.
She colored a little and put down the pencil, scooting it to the far edge of her desk. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”
Her younger brother stared at her for a moment longer, then turned just the slightest bit. His eyes flickered towards one side, as if he were motioning to the upperclassman that stood outside of the classroom, chatting with some of his friends.
Chiara’s blush deepened. She ducked her head down and pretended to be intensely reading her math textbook.
Feliciano smiled a little. He leaned back in his chair. “Antonio has a soccer game after school today,” he commented nonchalantly.
“I already know that,” Chiara snapped instinctively. The bl
For YouSpain Cat crept forward, belly low to the earth and emerald eyes locked to the basket. A hint of crimson goodness could be seen at the rim. The feline paused in his cautious movements, ears twitching a little at the unfamiliar sound of boots somewhere nearby. He tensed just the slightest bit. Held perfectly still. Listened.For You by ~Guil-T-Pleasurez
There were voices, very close now. One was heavy with an accent. The other was young, and sulkily angry. The cat didn’t recognize either of them. His ears pressed down, close to his head. After a moment, he slunk forward once more. He couldn’t turn back now; not when he was so close to his goal! The basket called to him.
He reached the basket at last. Leaping up a little so that he could peer into it, Spain Cat seemed dangled from the edge and then seemed almost to smile. “Meow,” he announced quietly, proudly.
A small child came into view. Golden eyes widened in surprise as he took in the sight of the cat hanging on the edge of the basket.
CuddleSantiago looked down at the younger boy, annoyance clear on his tanned face. The boy stared curiously up at him. Who was this giant? Why was he here? Flavio looked over at his Nonno and made questioning gurgling noises.Cuddle by ~Guil-T-Pleasurez
Remus ignored the baby; he had conquering to do. He addressed the young Spaniard. “You must take care of my grandson while I take the other one out to learn the art of war. If anything happens to Flavio, I will feed you to the lions. Am I understood?”
The young child nodded grumpily, glaring at the Roman as he left. He didn’t have a choice about this anyways.
Flavio didn’t notice any of the hatred, even when it was directed towards him. At just under a year old, he was just content to stare at the unfamiliar boy with an expression of awe, all while sucking on the medallion he wore around his neck.
Santiago wandered over to the Italian. He sat clumsily beside him. Stared intently and distastefully at the toddler.
“Gah?” Flavio asked cu
Spain X Romano + Reader Hypnotized1Spain X Romano + Reader HypnotizedSpain X Romano + Reader Hypnotized1 by ~kittykatrocks12
It is a bright sunny day. People are walking around enjoying the sunshine. A man is sitting at a coffee outside s café. He has brown hair and honey coloured eyes. He is wearing a black shirt light blue dress shirt and jeans. He is leaning on the table and by his expression one can tell he is very annoyed.
“Lovino” shouts a voice
The man sits up and watches as another man runs toward him. This man has chocolate coloured hair and emerald green eyes. He is wearing a green t-shirt and brown pants. He comes up to the table pulls out the chair opposite the man and sits down.
“I’m so sorry Lovino, I was working in my garden and lost track of the time” says the man apologetically and smiling
“You always do this” shouts Lovino angrily
“I apologized didn’t I” says the other man
“Antonio, we have been going out for over a week, and you are late for every date we have, do you know how long I
A Pirate's TreasureHis body was limp. He had no way to move. He couldn't even breathe. All that came out of his mouth were sharp gasps, which were only hurting him more. His whole body was aching. Everything... was dark. He could see everything perfectly, from the dusty stones on the ground to the people walking past him. It were his feelings, his heart, which were dark. He couldn't even understand what had happened...by
He put his pale hands on the ground, and pushed himself forward, trying to ignore the deep cuts that were made by the sharp stones under his stomach. If only he could get to the sea... If he could get just a little further... Then he could call for help, and everything would be alright.
Before he could get even further than a meter, something crushed his fingers. It felt like all of his bones were broken. He screamed out, but quickly got slapped to silence. That was right. He wasn't allowed to draw attention. The only thing he could do was to lie there, waiting for the next form of torture
Lay Here With MeTitle: Lay Here With Meby
Pairing: Spain and Romano
Prompt: Table 35; Prompt 5: Lines from Shannon Curtis’ Before the Sun
Rating: M for gratuitous nudity and adult themes
Summary: Spain and Romano indulge in some “kiss and make up” sex…
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta Jen for looking this over for me & helping me heat it up.
Author’s note 2: The lines from Before the Sun which were used here are as follows: So before the sun crawls in through the shades / Before we remember how to be afraid /Before it gets too hard to believe / Lay here with me / Before we count up what this will cost /Before the present to the past is lost / And all that’s left is a faint memory /Lay here with me
Spain strummed his guitar while Romano puttered around the kitchen. He half listened to his beloved muttering to himself in Itali
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