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Investigator!Levi x Ghoul!Reader |A New Light| AU"You disgust me." Those three seemingly simple but dreadful words were spat at you on a daily basis. Not that you appeared to care, but inwardly you cringed whenever a certain man in particular told you them. The man that not only stole your freedom, but the man that unknowingly captured your interest. Who was he?
Levi Ackerman. Strongest Ghoul Investigator out there, known and respected by the public. At first glance he was a person most ghouls with a brain would detest and avoid, but you, grew curious. How a man with such an acid like tongue and short build grasped your attention, was something you still pondered on in your confinement. But as the saying "curiosity killed the cat," goes, your inquisitive ways were your demise when he finally caught your snooping and captured you without a second thought.
Why he didn't kill you on the sight, was something else you couldn't manage to come to terms with. If you could kill a ghoul like yourself nowadays, you would take that chance if you
Dark LinkXReader-A Demon's love~Part 23
All the Kokiri gathered at the news of Helio's tragic death. Around, you all stood together in the forest as Saria placed Helio's tiny body on a lily pad and let it drift further into the forest surrounded by the other fairs who drift through. Once he was adrift, Saria began to play a soft and soothing yet nostalgic melody to symbolize the passing of a friend.
You stood next to Link the whole time. His hand clutched yours firmly and his blue eyes were staring intently forward on Helio's drifting pad. This was all Dark Link's fault. He was too blame.It was a mistake to think that he could go free a live amongst you and him like a normal person. It was a mistake to think that he could actually be a brother and a lover. Link was a fool.
He shook his head and clenched his free hand into a fist. Perhaps he should have killed Dark Link when he had the first few chances.Helio would still be here if he had and you wouldn't be in so much agony. So much heart ache. He wished he could heal
~A World Of My Own~ Dark!Mad Hatter!EnglandXReader
You felt yourself drift into consciousness. You began to fall back asleep but you noticed something odd. Where was your bed, your sheets, your mattress? Eyes still closed, you could feel yourself on laying on your back, on what you knew was the ground. Your arm shifted, causing a rustle of leaves. The forest, you thought. How did I get to the forest?
Eyes still closed, on the edge of dreaming again, you went through the previous night. It had been so normal, you thought. You brushed your teeth, you got into bed, what happened? You were in your own home, weren't you? You must have been sleepwalking, straight from out of your house and into the lawn. Strange. Or perhaps you were still dreaming?
"Wake up, love."
Finally, your body jolted adrenalin into your veins and you lifted your heavy head off of the floor. You could have sworn you heard someone say something, but it was too silent and the world felt too empty for an
Dearly Beloved- (Levi x Reader) [AU]
*A/N: The title is from kingdom hearts but it has nothing to do with it or the content ^^
( x )
Stay with me. Even if I hurt you so.
The lull of the hospital machine is a pounding persistence in his ears, mimicking the slow, steady beating of his own heart. The thick familiar haze of hospital atmosphere is suffocating, the plastic tinge paired with the scent of medicine and pumping machines doing little to give him breathing room. He lets out a labored breath, arms tightening in its cross, and sinks deeper into the comfort of the chair, the only positive piece of furniture in the room.
A few times, during the cusp of consciousness and dream abyss, he notices his heartbeat and yours were one in the same.
His name breathed from your lips was the magic key, and his eyes fly
Levi X Reader: I'm not drunk“Oh, [Name], just the person I needed to see!” Hange called to you after you had your meal with the others.
Your first thought was that the squad leader ran out of people to talk to about titan’s (probably because everyone did run away), and you recoiled at the thought. You were already a victim of one of her “discussions” already having spent a whole night until dawn listening to her prattle. You weren’t eager to repeat the experience too soon. As she got closer, you were ready to prepare an excuse if it came to it.
“Y-yes, what is it?” you asked warily.
“I just have a tiny little problem,” Hange said, rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment.
Oh, did you just notice? You thought but kept it to yourself.
Hange looked at your face and noticing no reaction, her face contracted into that of concern.
“What’s the problem then, squad leader? I can’t assist you in… whatever it is y
Cheater!Dave X Reader
She was strong, and everybody that knew who she was knew that.
She went through such tough times, and never shed a tear.
At least, that’s what everybody thought.
When alone, she would curl up in a ball and cry all her worries and pain away.
But when she was with people around, she would always put up a smile.
A mask to hide the pain.
She though nobody knew that.
But he did.
He would follow her around, asking if she was really okay, which she would always answer with a smile.
He could see in her eyes that she suffered.
When he caught her alone, he would pull her in a warm embrace and whisper in her ear.
‘It’s okay. You can cry, I won’t tell anyone.’
Such simple words said in an expressionless tone, but made the girl’s eyes widen and tear up.
Finally someone noticed.
Every time she felt like crying, he was there.
On her birthday, he gave her a bouquet of Dahlias.
He told her the meaning of them.
[Jake x Reader]
The twinkling lights reflected off his glasses as he stared up at the sky. A melancholy air had surrounded the young lad, who brought his green coat closer to his body to maintain some of the warmth that he was without. [Name] had always said that he needed to properly dress for the season since it was Autumn now, but he had an odd reputation to uphold. An adventurer was not an adventurer without a jacket, cargo shorts, and a thin t-shirt. Sometimes it included the hat. But only when the adventure was supposed to be grand.
"I'm not seeing anything," he murmured to himself, adjusting his spot on the blanket that he had laid out. "I don't see how she loves this and calls it peaceful."
"Perhaps you're looking too hard, dear cousin?"
Jake turned his head slightly to see John coming up the hill toward him. "John ol' boy! Lovely to see you again! But what the devil are you doing here?"
"Wondering what the fuck you're doing," the blue-eyed boy answered, as he plopped do
RomanoxReader - Wondering
Arms wrap around Lovino's waist as he's chopping up ingredients for dinner. He turns his head to see the top of your head as you rest your forehead on his shoulder.
"Is everything okay, ________," he asks, quietly, putting down his knife and turning in your grip awkwardly so he's at least facing you and able to return the hug.
You look up at him when he does so and smile a bit, "...Lovi, can I ask you something?"
"Of course. What's wrong?"
You hum in thought for a moment, wondering how to actually ask. You didn't know how Lovino would react to being asked such a thing like this, but, then again, if you never asked then you would have to spend your life just expecting it to happen someday.
"...What do you think about babies?" Your voice is quiet as you ask, you biting your lip as you wait for his answer. There's a pause, but you're pretty sure he knows why you're asking and you can pretty much see him working out what he can say.
This freaks you out, however, because if his answer is go
Promesas (Levi x Reader)Bye Bye
It was nearing autumn. The trees had begun their transition from lively shades of green to yellows, browns, and reds. No longer were the cadets given extra breaks from the excessive heat, but rather more laps to ensure they would not have to endure the chill that seeped through their light jackets. Windows were shut in order for the draft to be kept out instead of open as they had once been to let in the cooling summer breeze. Fireplaces lit up more often, picturesque families gathering around to trade stories before bed, or events of the day. It was the season to bundle up and stay inside, spend time with family and friends.
And yet, this was the season for expeditions. Possible last moments to ever be seen alive again.
This was the season for death. Of pallid cold skin, often stained with the remnants of crimson.
Despite the oncoming symptoms of a harsh winter, tragic endings and bittersweet beginnings, this was the se
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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