Epouse-moi. Groom!Levi x Bride!Reader (part 2)Comme Dieu vous a consacrés à la félicité, nous vous consacrons aux joies.Epouse-moi. Groom!Levi x Bride!Reader (part 2)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Accompagnés par la fortune de l’amour, pensez longtemps à cette heure-ci !
As Hanji screamed down the hall, you began to neaten your disastrous hair. You sighed happily. As much as you wanted to believe it, you just couldn’t.
You, out of all the women in the world, were getting married. ‘Hmm, I wonder how Levi is doing?’
Fidèlement gardés, demeurez ici, que la
bénédiction de l’amour vous y protège !
Courage victorieux, amour et bonheur, dans
la fidélité unissez-vous, soyez le plus
heureux des couples!
Levi walked down the halls of the church. “Tch, I never knew [Name] was the fancy type.”
“Ah, you must be Corporal Levi, right?”
Défenseur de la vertu, reste au foyer ! Fleur de la jeunesse, reste au foyer !
Levi turns around to see a yo
With a Whimper - [AU] Levi x Reader [Ch 9]With a Whimper - [AU] Levi x Reader [Ch 9]1 year ago in Drama More Like This
“Armin! Use your sniper and stay out of reach!” you commanded, looking back at the blond who gave a nod in agreement at your orders. “Mikasa, bring your shotgun down here and take care of the zombies!”
“On it,” she answered before carrying out your demand.
“Don’t worry [First], I’ve got this!”
Armin and Mikasa sent him a worried glance and made an effort to call out to him. For what reason, you didn’t know, but nonetheless they were too late to stop him from whatever he was about to do.
Raising his hand up to his mouth, he bit down harshly onto the flesh, causing you to raise an eyebrow in confusion.
But something strange happened as a result of this.
Somehow, Eren had become tenfold stronger than what he once was.
He leapt down onto ground level and charged at the abominations attacking the motel. You couldn’t explain what you were seeing, but Eren had managed to tackle a Titan to the gro
Deadpool Pays Tribute to a LegendDeadpool Pays Tribute to a Legend1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Deadpool, the red-suited, maniacal merc with the mouth, walked up on a dark stage with the only light being a single stage light that was shining on him. Once he reached the center of the stage, he looked out towards the audience and, being the fourth-wall breaker he is, you the reader.
"When you're confronted with a horrible situation, there are only two reactions that make sense: laughter or tears. And laughter, after all, is nature's anesthesia. Tears hurt too much," Deadpool held up a picture of legendary comic and actor, Robin Williams.
"Robin, whenever your friends or anyone was confronted with a horrible situation or just feeling down, you made it your mission to make them laugh. And maybe without knowing it, you helped hundreds of people laugh whenever they were feeling the same. You made us cry with movies like 'Dead Poets Society', you made us laugh with your stand up and shows like 'Mork & Mindy', you helped kids deal with
The Legend of the Blacksmith Sebastian x Reader 00The Legend of the Blacksmith Sebastian x ReaderThe Legend of the Blacksmith Sebastian x Reader 002 years ago in Romance More Like This
Easter Special: The Sakura Trees…
A gentle breeze blew through the window carrying the gentle scent of Sakura flowers. Spring was now officially here with warmer temperatures and blooming fauna. Taking in a deep breath I released it in a sigh as I went to the window to observe the garden below. The Sakura Trees that I had demanded were in fool bloom and vibrant with many hues of pink.
With a gentle smile I fastened the window shut and departed from my room heading towards Ciel’s office. Upon approaching the tall oak doors I saw that they were left ajar by only a small crack. Sneaking up to it I looked in and saw that Ciel and Sebastian were talking. Curious about the conversation I put my ear to the crack and listened in.
“Sebastian Easter is coming soon and as always I am expected to host an event this year. However I feel that since we just had a winter ball that
Constellations of Lovei.Constellations of Love2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My first love was a man with tattoos and piercings, with eyes so blue I could see our future on the horizon. He worked as a tattooist and when I asked him what his favourite thing about it was, he grinned and told me that a picture was a thousand stories and he loved knowing what stories meant so much to someone, that they’d ask him to ink their skin with it forever.
When I asked him about those silly tattoos that people got, for no reason whatsoever, he chuckled a sound that reminded me of crashing waves, and told me that they were his favourite clients, as the stories weren’t in the individual tattoos themselves, but in the person who relayed them.
When I asked him what stories meant so much to him that he had to lace them with his DNA, he grinned again. I never did find out the stories he’d keep with him forever, but I supposed that it was something meant for the person who would look into his
CAUTION: STAINThe 7 o’clock news told me a Stain had appeared on my street. They had yet to catch the vandal, but I wasn’t so concerned about that. It was the Stain that had me interested. It being Saturday and I being otherwise unoccupied, I strolled out my front door and took a walk to see what I could see.CAUTION: STAIN2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Police had quartered off the area with the usual yellow and black “CAUTION STAIN” plastic tape, but I don’t see why. It didn’t help with the Chicago Incident, let alone Florida! Looking down at the oily black goo splattered across the pavement, I could only give a sigh of submission. “Well, it’s as good a time as any to move, I suppose,” I reported, receiving weary glances from my neighbors. “I’m not getting caught in the quarantine!” I assured them, putting my hands in my pockets to keep from getting infected. Their tired eyes followed me as I returned home.
During dinner the 6 o’clock news informed me the vandal has
Ghastly 4Ghastly 41 year ago in Romance More Like This
Down in the willow garden,
My true love and I did meet.
And there we sat-a-courting,
My love fell off to sleep.
I had a bottle of burgundy wine,
My love, she did not know.
And there I poisoned that dear little girl,
Down by the banks below.
Your eyes were heavy, too difficult to open them. There was something warm under you and was caressing your scalp gently. You moaned in satisfaction at the touch and you heard a deep chuckle over your head. You finally were able to open your eyes and they met a nude chest of a man. You blank slowly and you lifted your head to see the face of handsome man with ebony hair and red eyes. You blushed brightly and tried to get up but the man held you firmly with an arm around your waist to his chest.
" You're finally awake, my love " he fla
Heights and Jumping From ThemBy Monday, everyone at school knew I’d been sick from the top of the leisure centre climbing wall. So did their older brothers and sisters in Molly’s school, so when I got home, I had to explain to her. I didn’t have to explain why I’d been sick. She knew I was scared of heights. I had to explain what I was doing up there in the first place.Heights and Jumping From Them2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
‘Roy made me,’ I said.
‘Dad made you?’ said Molly. ‘Did he know you were scared? Of course he did! That’s why he made you! Tell Liz!’
‘No,’ I said, because I didn’t want any arguments. I knew my mum wouldn’t like Roy forcing me up the climbing wall, and whenever they disagreed about us children, they’d argue.
‘You’re not her mother!’
‘You’re not his father!’
Or sometimes it went the other way.
‘We’re a family now! Can’
Sebastian x Reader Chapter 17 (Final)Chapter 17Sebastian x Reader Chapter 17 (Final)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sebastian x Reader
It's been a while since he left ten years to be exact, I mean exactly ten years. Everyone else is gone now it's just me and Casper here now. My little boy, my miracle. My life nowadays, consisted of sitting across from Casper, playing a game of chess. He's pretty good for a ten year old, in fact he's good at everything; cooking, cleaning, singing, playing instruments shape shifting too you know the usual. Just like me, when he was born he had an animal's tail and ears but his were that of a fox. The others were a little surprised when he was born, Baldo and Finny hid in the corner and Mey-rin fainted. Tanaka stood there staring at him, for a while he was quiet but then he smiled and said in his calm, elderly voice, "He looks just like him, he even has those eyes." He handed the scarlet eyed baby to me and patted his head. "I always wanted a grandchild" I saw a tear in his eyes before he turned away and deflated
Sebastian x Shy Reader: Chess Piece- Part TwoSebastian x Shy Reader: Chess Piece- Part Two1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Her Gentleman, Chess Piece: Part Two
Lady Camilla Riverside let a private smile grace her lips, as she began her deft appraisal of the Lord who might be good enough to steal her daughter away. She had never met Lord Michaelis before, and if her doubts were to be put to rest, she would need to get inside his mind and study him at her leisure. If the man couldn’t be a pawn in some way or other, she wouldn’t let him near (F/n). It wasn’t wise to have a partner who was better than you in every way; especially if (F/n) was to have freedom as a married woman.
As the men drew closer to where Camilla and (F/n) were seated, the elder Lady Riverside tallied points for each gentleman in her head. Though the Earl hadn’t stated an interest in courting (F/n), there was still a possibility for a match there as well, if Lord Michaelis failed to endear himself and take an interest in her daughter.
Sebastian x Shy Reader: Chess Piece-ConclusionSebastian x Shy Reader: Chess Piece-Conclusion1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Sebastian x Shy Reader
Her Gentleman, Chess Piece- Conclusion
Lady Camilla Riverside had long since run out of tears to shed, but as she glanced back at the Phantomhive Manor one last time she felt her heart quiver within her chest. It seemed like a lifetime ago that she and (F/n) had arrived at the stately mansion side by side, and now she was leaving all alone. It had only been a week, and yet everything had changed. Camilla despaired at the prospects of her future, but at the same couldn’t help but feel relieved. After a lifetime of secrets and lies there was nothing left to hide. Every scrap and planned deception had been laid bare; each uncertainty or shortcoming had been brought to light. (F/n) knew the truth. She had finally grown up. No more awkward shyness, or fear of people. She obviously understood her purpose and knew what she needed. And deep down Camilla was overjoyed for her child. Though things would never be the same, she was
Cryobay 23Tick, tock, tick, tock...Cryobay 232 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Time's up, and I'm still stuck in Cryobay 23. Still trapped in the not-quite-there, the partially-alive state that comes from self-imposed coma for long journeys like these. As far as I know it's been twenty-nine years, one-hundred-and-nine days, thirteen hours and fifty minutes. Fifty one.
But that's just a rough estimate.
I'm still the young man I was when I left, still the impetuous professional named Irving Galton. That is, the inactive part of my brain is Galton. What speaks now is my subconscious, the part of my mind that ought to be dreaming but is instead fully aware. When I awake, this part of me will revert to its usual state of affairs, delivering nonsense and metaphors that ultimately fall on deaf ears. I wonder if anyone else experiences this...I can't be that unique. Maybe I'll dream about my many days spent looking through half-open eyes in one direction, able only to see the ticking clock just past my tube and the black porthole beneath it.
Lakota's Interrogation Part 1Lakota's Interrogation Part 14 years ago in Drama More Like This
-I haven't seen my mom since those mean cops took us out of Emmy's Diner. I still don't understand why she didn't take us straight home. It had to do with all those cars in front
our house. They all had Umbrella logos on it, that's where dad works. Cops were there too, to make sure no one else got in. What did he do? It must of been bad, I couldn't even count how many cars were on our street, all around our house.
The cops even put hand cuffs on me, is that legal? I'm only 11 years old, and I didn't even do anything! Mom refused to leave the diner when the cops showed up. They said they had to take us to where our father was, but she didn't believe them.
"Umbrella won't get away with this." She turned to look at everyone in the diner, who
were all looking at us.
"If you do not see us again, blame Umbrella." The one cop didn't seem to like that too much, for then he pushed her towards the exit, places hand cuffs on both me and my mom. I still want to know what we did
Creative ReasonTalented artists,Creative Reason9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Those that draw and those that write,
All over the site.
Some are seen more than others
While some, not at all;
Pressure from the hoi polloi
Causes few to fall.
Be happy with where you are,
Create for creation's sake;
This is art's true key.
AlucardXreader Black Rose Part 7Alucard's point of viewAlucardXreader Black Rose Part 71 year ago in Romance More Like This
I sighed in annoyance and boredom as I flipped through the channels the television had to offer. "No wonder these humans get dumber and dumber", I said as I turned off the TV, having finished with this infernal contraption. I turned to my side and saw the sun set through the glass doors, that led to the backyard. Night had finally fallen, which met I could go outside without the feeling of being weak. As I stood up and gazed at the beautiful sunset though the glass, my eyes wondered off to a most beautiful garden of roses.
My vision was limited through the space I was given through the glass doors, 'this house is already boring me...', I thought as I unlocked and slid open the back door. I took a step out and welcomed the sky with a pleasant grin. I exhaled as I turned to the rose garden, and I must admit it was most impressive for a girl like (Y/N) to make. I inhaled the scent of the red roses through my nose, taking in each lovely scent the flowers had
Deadly Sin Part 3: Black Butler Sebastian X OCI spent the night in my room planning my next move, trying to decide what would be the next logical course of action. Now that I made a contract with this boy I'm tied to him for a while so I won't be able to go far.Deadly Sin Part 3: Black Butler Sebastian X OC3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ugh. It seemed a good idea at the time! But now I'm his little puppet until he gets what he wants. But I'm free of his hold when he's asleep. Yeah, that's it. I'll serve him by day and at night I'll do my own investigating. Not a bad idea. Either way, the celestials want something with this boy and I'm going to find out what.
I had borrowed some books from a local library. And by borrowed I mean stolen. They revealed that catacombs were built in London just a few decades earlier. This was worth looking into. Angels often use catacombs as hideouts when in the human world. It's the perfect place for them to hide. They're underground, out of sight, and the religious aspect of the catacombs makes them a sanctuary to angels. To demons they can be a death trap.
It's not unheard
Formal WearGrimacing a little, James tugged at the collar of his shirt. He was glad that Shepard had invited him along and all, but he definitely wasn’t one for formal wear. Damn, he was burning up in this suit. He hoped Shepard would hurry it up.Formal Wear3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“No one laugh,” a voice upstairs said.
“I’m sure you look fine.” Liara replied, smiling a little.
A sigh. A pause. Then Shepard appeared from around the corner. Vega clenched his jaw to keep it from dropping open. The dress, black, lovingly hugged every curve on Shepard’s body. Her dark wavy hair was piled up in an elaborate hairstyle, one errant curl of hair lay against her neck. Black pumps made her already fantastic legs look out of this world.
Shepard stopped at the top of the stairs, looking down at her friends and comrades. Her lips were puckered, she looked like she was ready for raucous laughter to greet her.
Vega licked his suddenly dry lips. “Commander, you look…”
An Oasis in a Sea of Hate-Chapter One—An Oasis in a Sea of Hate-Chapter One1 year ago in Romance More Like This
An Oasis in a Sea of Hate
The Ghost Gets a Mission
(All named characters are the property of Disney.)
The crew of the Ghost was waiting in the city of Aldera, the capital of Alderaan. They always enjoyed being on that planet, with its wonderful views and peaceful forests. While they were waiting for Hera, they decided to visit the city and look around and at least get a decent bite to eat somewhere. That lead them to a small café near the Epicurium that was run by one of the graduates who decided to try her luck running her own place, although she was highly sought after by the management of Latli's. As could be imagined, the food was stupendous, but a bit expensive. However, it was worth it after all that time on spacer rations.
Now, after having eaten and feeling very satisfied, they were waiting for Hera to get back. She had gone towards the Embassy area to meet with Bail Organa. Zeb was
Daryl Dixon x Reader - Part III___________ made sure the door was barred shut before going to sleep. The distant groans of the walkers mingled with the buzzing of the flies outside and she began to drift off.Daryl Dixon x Reader - Part III2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Daryl Dixon had been something she had never seen coming. She could have left him out there to die, become another hunk of half-rotten flesh wandering around moaning. Maybe she'd have shot him down in the future and not given a second thought about those steely blue eyes.
She probably should have left him to die, if she'd had any sense at the moment.
She closed her eyes and finally fell into a slow, sluggish sleep, the exhaustion of the past two days finally catching up to her.
For a little while, she had her peace, but not for long. The acrid scent of smoke bit her nose and the roar of the fire raging outside her door suddenly blasted into her ears. She refrained from letting out a scream; she couldn't risk that now if ever. An enormous tree crashed mere feet away from her tiny cabin. The dry grass
New Beginnings Chapter OneNaruto sat and thought, an unusual occurrence for the young ninja. And his thoughts dwelled not upon a mission, no technique or anything related to his goal. His thoughts, for once were not even upon ramen. His thoughts were about his fellow team member, not Sakura but Sasuke. He was sure he had a reason to hate him, he was positive there was an excuse to fight him and pound his pretty face into the dirt, but however long he thought though he couldnt seem to isolate the reason for his undying hatred of the young man.New Beginnings Chapter One8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They had always fought, that he was reasonably sure about. They had always had some sort of unspoken enmity there, well not really unspoken but it was there nevertheless. When had they exactly become friends though? When had malice become respect? He was sure they had never exactly said anything about it, he certainly hadnt anyway. He had continued to regard the Uchiha with the same determination to destroy as he always had. If he hadnt changed though, wh
Hardwork v.s. TalentHardwork v.s. Talent:Hardwork v.s. Talent4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
In this world, hard work is everything. As ridiculous as it may sound, it is indeed a fact that cannot be ignored. Whilst the existence of geniuses or natural prodigies cannot be discounted as a mere anomaly of fate, it is also incorrect for us to believe that we cannot surpass them in our own way. The fact that some people appear to be more skilled at a particular task is simply the illusion of 'best fit'.
If a hundred people were asked to write poetry, some would be good and some would be bad. If the same hundred were asked to play sports, some would be good and some would be bad. Even if we take into account the fact that some individuals are 'well-rounded', even they will have an eventual weakness.
The problem then stems from one's ability to convert talent into something marketable as a job. For example, a talent in riding a unicycle can allow one to be an entertainer, but a talent in being able to find the best way to grope a person, is likely to get
VI - PoemDo I have individuality,VI - Poem6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Or are we just the same?
Am I separate from my counterparts,
Or do I take their blame?
Am I the same person,
Or did we share a name?
Do I have individuality,
Or are we just the same?
Do I have only the same body,
Or do I have their mind?
Am I indistinctive,
Or one of a kind?
Is it possible for me,
To leave their sins behind?
Is it the same body,
Or is it the same mind?
Am I a new life,
Or a recycled soul?
Am I paying penance,
As a part of the whole?
Am I just a replacement,
Built to complete a goal?
Am I a new life,
Or a recycled soul?
Do I have a life,
That is my very own?
Do I share more,
Than just flesh and bone?
Am I just another one,
Or am I alone?
Do I have a life,
That is my very own?
Dreaming of ArdaI walked through glades from ages past,Dreaming of Arda2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By streams of silver glistening.
I paced soft grass 'neath golden trees,
Heard sweet singing on the breeze,
And healed my soul in listening.
Next night I stood in carven halls,
The living stone a god to me.
I delved the earth and brought forth light,
With flowing riches claimed my might,
Each cavern wrought with glory.
A simple scene now, comfort rich,
A country meal and walking songs.
Rolling brooks that splash and spill,
Little houses under-hill,
Roads that wander on and on.
The call of trumpets woke me next,
A proud white tree reached to the sky.
With stars and stones and flags unfurled,
Enthroned a king from older worlds,
The sundering seas in his grey eye.
I blinked mine eyes and darkness fell,
A blackened blanket covered me.
I woke again on bloodstained plains,
Tread the carpet of the slain,
Sang the rider's eulogy.
Ages passed as my heart did beat,
Victor and victim fade away.
The gleaming helms and fiery souls,
Burn bright then blacken as