Crimson-Ward

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WVuSGYI90gk Please listen while you read!) Wind; its cool caresses tickle your cheeks and brush aside your hair. The sunshine; its precious, golden rays warm cool patches along your skin. The birds twitter and sing their lullaby as they swirl and play with the emerald leaves that fall. The cool grass cradles you, tickling the bare skin of your cheeks, neck and arms. Despite the peace finally settling in Hyrule, despite the joy and celebration bursting forth in every town, every home, for the Hero that relieved them of the horror from the shadows, your heart aches. Your limbs ache. No, everything aches, in

You sighed and buried your face in the pillow, closing your eyes as another headache wracked your senses. This was the third time you'd gotten sick since the winter season started, and you were exhausted-so, so tired of the way you kept grappling with the dreaded influenza. As a result, you'd been missing all your favourite lessons in school. Oh, how you longed to get back on track for your History and English Literature lessons. You usually didn't like school much, but the downside of being cooped up in your room was the sheer amount of work that you were obliged to catch up with. You coughed into the sheets, feeling dizzy. This was no tim

You took a deep breath inhaling sweet, spring air. The weather was lovely and you just couldn’t stop yourself from doing something outside. You took your favorite book and went to the park that was nearby your apartment. When you found an adorable place under a big oak tree you smiled to yourself and sat under it. You buried your nose in the book forgetting about the world around you. But your peaceful reading time didn’t last long. You heard rather loudly sound of rustling bushes. You sighed and chuckled. You already knew who was hiding there. You closed your book. “You can come out now, Nikolai. Don’t you think tha

Jealous (Romano x Neko!Male!Reader) "Stupid Arthur..." M/N grumbled as his F/C colored cat ears twitched. Why does he have cat ears you ask? Well... SOMEONE *Cough* Arthur *Cough* put some potion in his drink that made him into a neko, an adorable neko if I must say. While M/N walked through the beautiful hallway of World Academy, he saw, in the corner of his eye, his boyfriend, Lovino, talking to Antonio, well more like complaining. He was going to say 'Hi' but he way too grumpy to talk to his lovely boyfriend and besides, he has to find the British bastard aka Arthur. Lovino glanced at his stunning boyfriend, M/N, and saw F/C colored ca

"Vladimir [1]…" you grumbled as the Romanian dug his face into your neck. His hair tickled your face as you tried to push him away weakly, "I don't wanna get fed on yet..." you complained and tried to fall back asleep. He thought otherwise for he began nibbling sensually on your neck. You groaned deep in your chest as you pushed a hand into his strawberry-blond hair and tugged roughly on it as a warning. He didn't stop his tantalizing nibbles though. Taking your rough tug as fuel to his growing fire, his lips and teeth ran up and down your neck. You couldn't stop yourself from relaxing a bit as his fangs pieced your skin gently. He pul

:bulletblue: Ciel x Reader: Sneak Attack :bulletblue: (F/n) smiled to herself as she stalked towards her prey. Her feet were muted against the fine Persian rug, as she crept forward. Her hands clenched the fabric of her dress tightly, keeping it from touching the floor, in case she needed to scuttle away in a hurry. Though her mission was most likely to be a success, she couldn’t allow herself to become lax. One wrong move and she’d be thwarted . . . or worse rejected and reprimanded.   The young woman silently made her way through the familiar corridors of the great house. Never once did she falter. After all, she had spent many

You looked over to a white haired man and walked over to him. He was sitting in a corner watching the dancers with soft pleading eyes. “Hey Pluto! You want to dance boy?” He looked at you and threw his arms around you, licking your face and whining happily. You grinned, pushing his face away from yours and leading him onto the floor. You took his hand and placed it on your waist. He was a slight bit taller that you. He blinked innocently as you as you took his other hand and put a hand on his shoulder. The music began, and couples began to swirl except for you and the demon-hound. “You move like this, follow my lead now,&r

Impure Obsession: Ash Landers X Reader *This continues on from another one of my deviations, Thief. There's a link in the info section thing if you haven't read it yet. It would help you understand what's going on a fair bit.* Anything in italics are the thoughts of the person who's POV it is! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your POV: You stared, stunned. Your target was certainly not human.   What human had pure white angel wings? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

WARNING! The following contains NSFW content! Please read at your own discretion! Please Read Description First! ^^ The streets of London were littered with freshly fallen leaves. A light breeze occasionally pushed the colorful assortment around, creating a perfect Autumn scene. You were seated inside a small café after an afternoon of running errands and shopping. The smell of freshly brewed tea and warm pastries wafted throughout the cozy room, creating a welcoming atmosphere. You hummed in approval as you sipped the hot liquid you had ordered. “Earl Grey?” Setting the cup down, you glanced at the person who spoke. 

(Name) would have called himself a sick man. Not in the sense of needing to see a doctor, but in the sense that he couldn’t help his eyes as they followed slim yet muscled thighs, the delicious curve of the small of his back, the almost-too-delicate wrists and slender fingers that operated the 3DMG with magnificent ease. He’d say he just had good taste—that he knew what he liked and he most definitely liked the short bundle of fireworks and unpredictable TNT he lovingly called “Corporal.” “Get your head out of your ass, (L Name), and get to work.” (Name) blinked, looking down in surprise as smolderin

(This fic is the result of a lot of pent up anger every single time i turn on my Wii U.) "ARE YOU KIDDING ME-" "(Name), calm down, its just a game!" "SAYS YOU!!" Ah. Of course. Super Smash Bros. The one game that no matter how hard you try you never win. And as much as you love to play it, you can never beat anyone but a computer player at a low level. So when you play with your best friend Hiro...you tend to yell a lot. Mainly because you can never beat him. He's too good. You groaned as you saw Pikachu smiling on the screen, Link clapping politely along the side of the screen. "Why do I keep playing this game even though I'm b

:bulletblue: Nightcrawler x Reader: Beautiful Blue :bulletblue: (F/n)'s chest felt heavy as she did her best to push her anxiety into the far recesses of her mind. For several minutes, the teen took deep, calming breaths. It was a technique that her therapist had taught her, but she found it did very little to soothe her live-wire nerves. She was tempted to turn on her heel and leave. Just run away from it all and hide. She turned to do so, but before she could make good on her idea, she mis-stepped and crashed to the ground in a tangle of limbs and wild screeching. As she hit the gravel, pain spurted up through her right leg, all the way do

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bX0rxzpvhnM Please listen while you read!) “Hey.” You didn’t respond. Your fingers remained far too occupied with the little project set before you. “Hey, come on. I’m freezing my ass off out here!” You couldn’t ignore this fact. As your nimble digits worked within the white patches, they reddened and peeled from the sheer bitterness. Thick flakes falling against your face attempted to distract you from your work but such a feat could not be accomplished. You knew Edward was not one to be patient, especially in the midst of discomfort, but you were known to ignore

[L x reader]     You pursed your lips in thought as you looked through a pile of clothes. Tilting your head to glance over your shoulder, you narrowed your eyes upon his slouching form as he sat perched in front of a screen. Every year, it was the same; and as though you had long since accepted his lack of Christmas spirit, you were determined to make a change that time—not by getting candy canes, as he had previously suggested.     L had left you alone with your thoughts a while ago, after receiving an urgent call and quickly turning his detective mind back on—if he ever switched it off at all. However, as focused as he was o

Snow fell from the grey Tokyo sky. You looked up and sighed. It was cold. You rubbed your reddened nose with a tissue before stuffing you hands in your coat's pockets and continuing down the street. It was late at night and you were just now leaving your job. You usually didn't leave the office this late, but there was too much to do this week. You did menial office work for a big company part-time in order to pay your bills. It was a boring job, but hey, you had to do something. You were still in college, studying [subject], so it was hard for you to find an actually decent job.  You pulled your scarf tighter around you face as you turned on

The Phantom of the Opera (Angel of Music) Part 2 His grip was incredibly strong. His voice was beyond terrifying. His eyes were shining in the darkness as he dragged you down to the dungeons of the Opera House. You wished you had never ran away. You wished for his usually kind and gentle voice to speak the words of forgiveness. Instead, they came out as a rolling thunder of rage. “After all I’ve done for you!” He roared turning around to look at you, but you could see nothing in this pitch darkness, not even his disfigured face, just his yellow threatening eyes. How he could see was beyond your comprehension. “After

  It seemed like an eternity since you had seen him last! From the moment that monsters had reached the Surface, Mettaton had become something of an overnight sensation.  Who could ignore a singing, dancing robot with its own TV Show and movie series?  Of course, by now you knew that Mettaton was so much more than that: It wasn’t a past he liked to talk about much for whatever reason, but you knew he had been once been a ghost without a physical body and—very much still was—somewhat of a fanboy of the human race.  You were a fan of his too, but you never would’ve guessed how your love of him as a fan would later devel

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WVuSGYI90gk Please listen while you read!) Wind; its cool caresses tickle your cheeks and brush aside your hair. The sunshine; its precious, golden rays warm cool patches along your skin. The birds twitter and sing their lullaby as they swirl and play with the emerald leaves that fall. The cool grass cradles you, tickling the bare skin of your cheeks, neck and arms. Despite the peace finally settling in Hyrule, despite the joy and celebration bursting forth in every town, every home, for the Hero that relieved them of the horror from the shadows, your heart aches. Your limbs ache. No, everything aches, in