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Punk!LeviXReader: The Princess and the Punk Ch1
The Princess and the Punk
Second and Sebring
You sat comfortably in your Starbucks chair, sipping away at your [beverage] while scrolling on your Facebook newsfeed on your phone. You worked for a Recording Studio as the talent scout. Basically you would go to stuff like school talent shows or walk around music stores to search for "uprising talent" as your boss described it. It was one heck of a job, and you got to meet a variety of celebrities. Most of them were assholes, even if they seemed down to earth in radio broadcasts and on TV interviews. You'd scoff when you'd hear someone like Petra Ral, a very famous pop singer (who you'd like to mention used auto tune), talk about saving the earth when her car emits more gas into the polluted air than others, and her fancy home uses more energy than Sweden. Oh yes, many times have you had encounters with her and most of them were not pretty.
You looked at your watch and sighed. Locking your phone, you sat bac
Crows chasing cats.
Dave X Reader
The (y/c) haired girl looked around her.
She slightly smiled as nobody was around, walking up to the biggest tree in the garden.
(Y/n) was thinking of eating in the classroom, but as always, it was way too noisy and she couldn’t stand it.
The girl calmly sat close to the tree, opening her lunchbox.
‘Finally, I can have some peace.’
As she was about to take her first bite of her lunch, a very familiar voice spoke up to her.
“Eating by yourself again, (Y/n)?”
The girl sighed and looked at the male beside her with an annoyed look.
“What do you want now, Dave?”
Dave grinned and sat beside (Y/n).
“Well, I was just thinking-“
“I do not want to know. Please go away.”
“C’mon, just hear me out! Anyway, as I was saying…I was thinking…Don’t you think it’s about time the ‘lonely cat’ chases the ‘popular crow’?”
In My Darkest Hour - Levi x ReaderIn My Darkest Hour
Levi x Reader
Warning: this fic contains suicide.
In my hour of need,
Ha, no, you're not there.
It's amazing how things can change in such a short amount of time. For (first), this realization made her stomach churn. Levi, her dear childhood friend, hasn't talked to her ever since he got promoted and became squad leader Lance Corporal Levi. She, knew his real age. She, knew his greatest fears. She, knew things no one else would ever know about Levi because of their past together. And what does he do to her? Forgets her. Like she was never there to begin with. She could kiss afternoon walks and late night talks with him goodbye.
And though, I reached out for you,
Wouldn't lend a hand
Occasionally, (first) would try to wave to catch his attention or try to talk to him. It would usually end with a "tch" or a "get back to work, brat." These words cut deep into (first)'s heart, but she would repress her emotions. Soldiers weren't suppose
Rivaille X Erwin's Sister!Reader-
First SnK/AoT fanfic. I'm sorry if anything is bad or OOC. //bad language is expected.//
"All you had to fucking do Erwin was bring me a flipping horse, but what do you do? You completely forget that you had a sister and left me to walk all the freaking way." You mumbled to yourself as you stomped your way to the scouting legion's head quarters. "Oh-hohoho
Erwin, aren't you going to get it when I get there."
Your brother was none other than Commander Erwin Smith. Yes, you were his little sister. He was supposed to meet you two miles away from the head quarters of the scouting legion, because that was as far as the carriage would take you. But not only that, he was supposed to meet you there at noon. It was already one thirty.
So you decided not to wait and go ahead and make the journey on foot. Sure you were vulnerable on foot, and without any weapons besides your own two fists. But you were so steaming ma
Flushcrush (Troll!Dirk x Troll!Reader)Your name is (f/n) (l/n). You are 6 sweeps old and you have (b/c) blood. You have taken an interest in (hobby 1) and (hobby 2), and you thoroughly enjoy chatting with your friends. Among those friends are Karkat Vantas, Kanaya Maryam, Terezi Pyrope, and the one and only Dirk Strider. You have many other friends, of course, but if you had to say that one of them was your best friend, you would say it was Dirk. He has been with you for nearly your entire life and you not only look up to him, but you also care for him dearly.
At the moment, you are staring at your husktop in shock. Your wide yellow eyes are reflecting the image on your screen as you read and reread the pesterlog displayed before you. You were conversing with Dirk over little things, as per usual, when he suddenly asked you a very unexpected question. Seeing as your answer to this question would change not only your life, but Dirk's life as well, you were carefully thinking over your options to determine what your answer m
Fairy Tale [Dad!Japan X Death!Mum!Reader]
Kiku smiled softly when he dressed up his little 4 years old daughter, Miari in her beloved cherry blossom pink nightdress with blossom print on it. Kiku Honda was a hard working single parent who loved his only daughter more than his own live. He worked hard so he could grant any wish his daughter had. When he was on work he would let her stay at his sister’s home who had children too, who really get along with their little cuisine. But one thing he would do every time. Bringing her to bed and if she wanted to hear a lullaby he would sing some until she would sleep. Or if she wanted to hear a good night- story he would tell her until she would sleep. And at days he wouldn’t have to work the next day, the two would stay in his bed and cuddle and laugh until the both of them would fall asleep. Kiku Honda was many things. Maybe a little bit emotionless, shy, serious, hard working and quiet, but he was a great father.
Tonight was the first night of Kiku’s vacations
Forward [Daddy!Levi x Mommy!Reader]
(Sorry, Reader-chan. I’m going to temporarily kill you off for this one. XD)
The disapproving whispers of the citizens seeped through the ears of the Scouts as they trudged through the city. From the look of the mud crusted on their foreheads, blood smeared on their necks and faces, the bandages wrapped around various limbs and the pathetic moans of the crippled soldiers from the carts, they knew this expedition failed miserably. They doubted the mere existence of the Scouting Legion altogether. What was the point of sending their own out their own when less than half returned with little to nothing to show for it? No one spoke. All eyes simultaneously gazed in one direction:
It was too painful to look back, to painful to face the death of more friends, to painful to wonder if their sacrifices meant something. Moments like these left them questioning what their “Wings of Freedom” really meant, if they truly believed that were fighting for something tangible o
Levi x Mental!Reader - Kite Flying - AU
Levi x Mental!Reader AU
A/N: This story is told from third person point of view. Also- make sure to read the description on this one.
Warning: mental illness and disturbing themes. Read at your own risk.
The sky was so blue that it wasn't blue any longer
The sky ascended our spectrum and forged its own definition of blue
Every time that sky goes back into my mind, the colors shift
The blue gets blue-er and the horizon widens
She stared out into her lone room window. It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky. How she wished she could go outside again, but she only got to go outside on Tuesdays, and it always seemed to be raining on a Tuesday. All she yearned to do was think. Think and reflect. It soothed her soul.
The ink spot in that new blue sky was my kite
As I raised it higher into the atmosphere
I felt like I was riding the wind and disappearing into the new blue di
LeviXReader -alone-The rain beat down on the broken shingles of the scout regiments assigned building Eren Yeager and his Captain Levi sat quietly in the empty mess hall. Eren looked around in worry at the dust that covered almost everything in the room. The cup Petra once used sat on a table a spider crawling up the side going back to its web, Levi hasn't been the same since everyone died when he was alone with Eren instead of him being his strong and emotionless self all he did was sulk in sorrow he held back for so many years. The sadness now so noticeable, Eren could feel it the hidden emotions that slowly began to feel the room from Levi made Eren think 'what if I found someone for Levi?' Now that he thought about it that's exactly what he was going to do.
Eren told me about his idea almost 4 years ago today. I cannot say that I believed he would find anyone, or anything, that could actually cheer me up. Therefore I let him proceed with his actions only to see him fail, but
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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