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Here's a short key: (y/n)= Your name         (e/c)= Eye color (h/l)= Hair length   (h/c)= Hair color Levi rolled over on his side, opening his steely eyes to gaze at your sleeping form. He reached a hand over to brush aside a strand of hair that had fallen over your closed eyes, he pressed his forehead to yours, breathing in your unique scent. It had been 6 years. Since the Titans' downfall, that is. No-one really knew what to do after that. Living behind the wall had become a way of life for most. Eventually everyone got comfortable with the idea of going outside the wall. Many left, but a few stayed. You and Levi were two of the many th

Sweden X Reader Summer Rain You tugged your cardigan over your head as far as it would stretch. The unforeseen rain had come out of nowhere and had caught you in the middle of grocery shopping. One arm cradled a brown paper bag close to your chest, in hopes that you could keep it dry. The last thing you needed was for the bag to get wet and break. As you mentally cursed, you looked around the park you ran through. It had been such a lovely, warm morning, that you decided to take the scenic route through the park on your way home. It was sod's law that YOU of all people would get caught in a torrential downpour during SUMMER of all seasons.

I checked my clip once more, making sure I had an adequate amount of silver bullets, before charging into the abandoned shack. ‘God, this reminds me of a scene out of Harry Potter…’ I let out a silent laugh at the thought. Sadly, this werewolf wasn’t as nice as Remus Lupin. Three people were already dead and another had been missing for two days. I had no choice but to hunt this thing myself. The brothers were on a separate case a state away and Cas was MIA somewhere on angel business. Calling Crowley came to mind, but it seemed stupid to call him for a lone werewolf hunt. Should’ve listened to my instincts. Two

June 2018 Human Russia X Human Reader Sunflower Shop Wake up. Work. Rest. Wake up. Work. Rest. Wake up. Work. Rest. It was the same everyday. A monotonous cycle. A cycle that went on forever and ever. A cycle I couldn't get out of, and maybe didn't want to. After all, nothing would change. The trains would stay the same. The crowds of people. The old bakery down the block. Even that sunflower shop. Everything was the s–– Wait a minute. Since when was that sunflower shop there? Curious, I took hesitant steps towards it, opened the door, and took a peek inside. No one. There were, however, more sunflowers inside. It seemed

“Berwald?” I called, and I heard a grunt in reply. I walked into the country’s office and smiled at the sight of Sweden, brows furrowed as he worked at his computer. His eyes were intense as he worked as hard as he could, furiously typing and sometimes writing something down. After a few minutes of me standing in the doorway I walked towards him, ruffling his hair and kissing his head. “Mind if I join you?” I asked and he shook his head, letting me climb onto his lap before he started typing again. “You need to come to bed, Berwald. You’ve been getting less and less sleep and it’s taking its to

Roxanne ‘Roxie’ and Reginald were the offspring of the Mad Young Master, Roderick Endlestein. This meant that they were both going to be destined for greatness and expected to be just as musical as their parents. Roxie took after her father music wise embracing punk rock and everything that went with it. She had her father’s eyes, mother’s hair, that she streaked red and white at eight and never went back and had an electric guitar that she lived and died for. On the other spectrum is her brother, Reginald who took after her mother music wise favoring classical and acoustics. He was the splitting image of his father bu

I thought love was Only true in fairy tales Meant for someone else But not for me Love was out to get to me That's the way it seems Disappointment haunted All my dreams Alistair Kirkland was not quite the optimist people commonly mistook him for. General opinion saw him as a dreamer, never truly getting to know the story behind his mischievous green eyes and his bright copper locks. Most assumed that he was a flirt, someone who could have nearly any girl he tried for. This belief, this rumour, was far from the truth. Alistair had a lot of problems when it came to love. The man had an unlimited amount of charm to him, one that many wo

Dance of Fallen Silk : Rakugoka!Japan x Geisha!Reader : =Showa Period= Everyone knew that beauty was a subject sustained by tradition — although the passage of time brought forth endless struggles to preserve them in its purest form. And with each passing year, the depiction of beauty too transformed; for the past became nothing more than fleeting traces of memories sent swirling in a whirlwind of fragrant cherry petals and freshly shed tears. (Name) had been treasured for her beauty. For as long as she could remember, she had been the very object of attention — from her excellently maintained skin, to her nimble fingers produci

Here's a short key: (y/n)= Your name         (e/c)= Eye color (h/l)= Hair length   (h/c)= Hair color Levi rolled over on his side, opening his steely eyes to gaze at your sleeping form. He reached a hand over to brush aside a strand of hair that had fallen over your closed eyes, he pressed his forehead to yours, breathing in your unique scent. It had been 6 years. Since the Titans' downfall, that is. No-one really knew what to do after that. Living behind the wall had become a way of life for most. Eventually everyone got comfortable with the idea of going outside the wall. Many left, but a few stayed. You and Levi were two of the many th

Valentine's Challenge Day 3: “I guess this makes you my Valentine” THE VALENTINE'S DANCE Pairing: Mycroft Holmes x Reader Words: Writer: Anna Warnings: None Written while listening to: Johannes Brahms – Waltz in A Flat Op. 39 No. 15 Piano (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDwKLNREaxc) (Imagine the Reader and Mycroft dancing to this! It's one of my favourite piano pieces! :) ♥) “You look beautiful, darling!”, complimented your father while sitting on the opposite side of the limousine. Today was the yearly Valentine's dance, held by the British Government. Every single person that had made her-

I always liked watching you sleep. I always liked the way your body felt under mine after we would express physically what words could not. Your curls, pearled with sweat, would flatten and rest atop your forehead. Even eyes shut, you would still be ruminating on a case in the depths of your subconscious, a second mind palace, though this one you had no control over. I would know because of the sharp creases that would get formed between your eyebrows, and because of discrete wrinkles on your nose. You don’t want to give me that, but I too have a keen sense of observation, especially when it comes to you. As I lay here, our burning bo

Moriarty X Reader: loving a killer is beneath me Three months, three long; whole, grueling, painful months that you have been with him....yeah no matter how many people give you weird looks or tell you its a mistake, you stuck with him, loved him like it was your soul mate, even if you had the doubt he may not love you back. He always had that look about him, one that was so hypnotic you in yet made you shrink, but the one thing that made you really stay was the smile, it was so torturous, so adorable, so...harsh that your lips trembled wishing to just kiss his and end the suffering A little danger's never stopped me before... Seduced by hy

Deadpool x Reader It was your birthday, and you weren't expecting much. You opened any presents and cards you got, spent the day with Wade and then went to dinner with Wade and your parents. It wasn't exciting or anything but you liked it, you got to spend time with the people you loved. You couldn't have asked for more. It's just....today was a little different. You knew your parents had been quite busy lately. Their work has been piling up and up over them, to the point where you were worrying they were going to get sick from the pressure and stress. The amount of times you had to remind them of things they never normally forgot, did not

Since the beginning, it seemed, you had always watched him. You had gazed at him from afar, whilst your Asgardian Friends were preoccupied with his elder brother, your eyes were always drawn to the mysterious dark haired prince of Asgard. Loki. Your sisters always giggled like the little girls they were whenever the name 'Thor' was mentioned, but not you. Your eyes were drawn to the green and gold figure standing in the shadows. It was never to be, however. You were a mere chore-girl, an errand runner for the Queen and her ladies; He was a prince, son of the All-Father and second heir to the throne of Asgard. Yet still, you watched him. W

(Halloween Special (Everyone is here)) You giggled as you stepped back away from Slender to admire your work, You had convinced him to dress up for this spooky day. Only Fidget had given you an evil idea for the faceless moose- I mean man..creature- You know what I mean. Any whale! So here you were with Fidget on your head trying not to laugh at your work. What was so funny. Well picture Slender-man's face like the Red Queen of hearts from Alice in Wonderland. Perfect right? Slender, Who hadn't looked in the mirror yet, raised an painted eyebrow at the giggling fairy and the red faced you. Before he could ask what was so funny Alfie walked

Like a broken record - Splendorman X Reader There you were, stood outside his door with you eyes focused so intently on the wood you could have memorised each blemish or shade of brown which met your gaze. Your breaths were slow yet heavy as you continued to inspect the door and how surprisingly clean it was, although it didn't surprise you considering who spent most of their time behind it, your hands shakily clutched around the thin paper bag you held as you thought about him. Inside the bag was a present for him, a record to be exact; one that you knew he had wanted for a long time... Now all you had to do was give it to him, if you could

            You wake up to hear a faint knocking on your bed room door, as a  man's voice yells out name. "______! Come on we have to get going now!" You just grunt rolling on your stomach while pulling the comforter over your head. The whole time your lying there thinking, I don't want to be relocated again, as you let out a frustrating sigh.            Your bedroom door slowly opens and a quietly followed by a light scuffle across the floor. "Get out of bed, ______! The man said pulling the comforter back then went on, "We need to leave now Miss last name." You glare at the tall blonde haired,  blue eyed man. "Fine Detective. Just get out

After Sansa had finished her song, the Hound stared at her. The stubborn wolf may have once had teeth but no more it seemed. The Lannisters had seemingly warned her down but Sandor knew she had fight in her, it was just that someone needed to show her what she was capable of. “Little bird, you are coming with me no matter if you choose to or not” he managed to say with his raspy voice and with that Sandor lifted her by her knees and placed her on his heavy shoulders. His armour which once covered with his enemies blood was now draped with fabric from the young girls dress. “I said, I didn’t want to go!” Sansa w

warning; slight lime. Coming in unannounced, drag my nails on the tile I just followed your scent, you can just follow my smile All of your flaws are aligned with this mood of mine Cutting me to the bone, nothing left to leave behind "Have we received any new leads for Kira yet?" A small voice asked, peaking her intellectual eyes from behind her crystal clear glasses, and staring at the ebony-haired male before her. She gulped thickly as the thick cardboard of her steaming caramel latte cup touched her dried lips. Her fingers twitched, her hair sticking to the back of her neck as her body temperature rose by each passing second. The ebony-h