Roses- (Levi x Reader) [AU]
( X )
There’s blood on his hands. And you’re scared it’s not his.
He slumps to the ground, back pressed against the rotten brick walls as you kneel before him. The wrappings from earlier unravel helplessly from his sleeve and the overcoat draped lazily on his shoulders is tainted with a myriad of spots you’re unable to identify. His obsidian tresses continue to uphold their split form, yet they shade his brows like a curtain, and only when you step closer are you able to see the piercing void of his eyes.
He wears the blood on his forehead like a mask.
Even under the dimming orange of the street lamp, you notice scarlet stains that trail down his neck, blossoming at his collarbone. When your chill fingertips graze against his skin, he flinches, yet he averts his gaze, lips pressed into a permanent scowl.
“There’s blood on you.
| A Thousand Lies | ~ Kanato x Reader
"Have you seen the new kid?"
"Yeah... he's kind of creepy-looking."
"Doesn't he carry around a stuffed bear?"
"What a freak..."
"His hair is strange. It's like, a vibrant purple..."
"Never mind that, have you seen his face?! Or those clothes he wears?"
You normally didn't pay attention to the groups of people whispering around you. They just liked to tell rumors and gossip. That's all high school was, anyway. This new student just happened to be their latest victim.
'Kanato' was his name. You'd only seen him about once, but you had to admit--he was a sight to behold. Not only did his appearance attract attention, but so did his personality. You had yet to hear him speak, but from what everyone said, nothing that had ever come from his mouth had been pleasant. A 'hysteric', the
Siren!Erwin x Reader |King Of The Sea| AU
Your eyes scanned over the cramped room you were currently residing, sometimes spotting screws on the verge of falling off of their homes. Burly and overly muscular men clashed ale together, cheers and boisterous laughter filling the room. You sat perched alone, fingers tapping rhythmically against the wood lining the boat. The waves, though seemingly gentle at sight, carried a strong power. They managed to rock the weakly put together ship in ways that caused your body to feel sick.
"Ay, lass, why not enjoy a brief sip o' ale?" Begrudged, you looked towards the ruddy male that had spoken to you during your time of brief solace. Chains cried out as your hand attempted to move forward, the burning of your wrist and the hiss that left your lips becoming a painful reminder of your imprisonment. The male took the liberty to sit himself down on a few crates that were next to you, the scent of pungent alcohol and lack of bathing becoming even more apparent.
"I have no interest in divulging i
I Need You - America x Reader
As the representation of the United States of America, Alfred Jones never cried. He always stood tall and proud, never wavering nor faltering and always bring freedom and justice wherever he goes. Being a country meant that you weren't supposed to show any signs of weakness- at least not in public. Being a country meant keeping a figure that your country men would look up to and admire. Being a country meant that you had to be strong despite all the troubles and continue to push forward without regrets. Being a country meant a lot of things.
But being a country was also painful.
As Alfred stood out there in the battlefield with bloodstained clothes and the sound of explosives bursting everywhere, he couldn't help but realize how being a country was painful. How sometimes he regretted the decisions he made and how he had brought thousands of his men to death just to support his idea and beliefs. He couldn't help but feel the guilt and sadness weigh on his shoulders. But as a count
[Matsuoka Rin x Reader] LiarThis was his limit.
There was nothing he could do.
He was getting sick of this, staring at the four walls of his hospital room, doing nothing. He hated that there were plenty of time to think about his previous life, swimming, his friends, and you.
The letters you wrote for him were stacked neatly on his bedside table. He would read them over and over again until your words were engraved on his mind. You would tell him stories about your life and school and how you wish he was back in Japan, sharing those memories with you. He never responded even once because if he does, then it would be a lie and he couldn’t lie to you anymore. But the letters kept coming and for that he was glad.
His hand flew to his chest, fingers clutching tightly as he tried to soothe the aching of his heart. The pain accompanying his sickness was nothing compared to the pain he felt when thoughts of you floods his mind. But it was his choice. He chose to keep this from you. He convince
I'm really sorry (Avengers x reader)I'm really sorry (Avengers x reader)
"I have the results"
"Did it work?"
"Well the good news is..."
"Did it work?"
Giving a long sigh, Bruce removed his glasses and pass a hand trough his hair.
"I’m so sorry (Y/n)..."
"You did what you could B, I can’t blame you"
"There are always more options, there are always more possibilities... I can keep looking... possible… maybe I can…”
"It's a waste of time B” You interrupt him. "And I'm already tired of wait for miracles, you are not God, honey; you can’t save everyone."
"When are you going to announce it to the others?" "Bruce whispered.
"When the right time comes"
"You know they are not going to take it very well... it will be very hard especially for him, you know that, do you?”
"He will survive..."
"Not everyone can survive that news (y/n)"
"He will, I know that B"
"Because he is strong" You gave him a weak smile. "Remember to burn tho
I Won't Let Go (LokixReader)
A/n: Warning: Suicide Attempt!
It was quiet at the tower. The Avengers were on a mission somewhere, leaving you alone. You were just a good SHIELD agent, one of the ones who had escaped from Hydra and managed to dismantle it, helping Natasha, Steve, Sam, and Fury. So, that’s how you ended up in Stark (Avengers) tower. You had been homeless and injured, but Tony and the others took you in and protected you. And for that, you were grateful.
Until you realized you weren’t alone.
“Guess I’m not the only one that gets left out of the fun and games.” You heard someone say. You turned to see Loki sitting by the window, the warm sun touching his skin. He was watching the world go by outside the window.
“Good morning Loki.” You said, going to the kitchen to get yourself some coffee. He followed along behind you.
“I found the most interesting handwritten book.” He said.
“That’s nice dear.” You said, yawning and pouring the c
Stolen From The Start|Jealous!Romano x Reader
Life was rather hard living in the early 1700s, and there were only a few things that could prevent a man from dying of bordeom. That is, if you could get past all of the hardships in life and see the real beauty.
Lovino had moved with ___ down into the Carribean in the city of Havana. While it killed him inside to love in Spanish country, he tried not to complain and look at the brighter side, but even that side was rather dull.
He was just a merchant who sold produce, rum, cloth and whatnot. There was a lot of thieves, however, so Lovino decided to pick up a sword and learn to fight with it. He was skilled, and won every swordfight that he had ever been in.
___, however, was just a bartender in a dinky, old tavern. You wanted to buy a ship one day to explore the vast lands and seas, so you decided to pick this job. Sure, you hear a lot of annoying hoots and calls, but the tips really add up after awhile.
One day, you were just wiping up the counter like you normally do, until a famil
I Can Do it Myself
Keep going. Just keeping running. Don't stop. If you stop, you're dead.
These thoughts were the only thoughts going through Italy's head as he ran down the hall of that cursed mansion. His feet pounded against the hardwood floor as he pumped his arms at his sides, one of them gripping his precious journal tightly. Adrenaline surged through him as panic gripped at his heart. The only coherent thought processing in his mind was that he had to escape, he had to get away. If this thing caught him, there would be no way to save his friends.
He'd really thought they were going to get out this time. He thought he had everything figured out and everyone in the right place. He hadn't told them the truth this time, and that turned out to be what had made him fail. He'd told America, Japan, and and England to stay out of the library. He'd had to beg them, but eventually they had agreed to stay out of there. Italy being so
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