Levi x ChibiTitan!Reader
It was dark and cold in the prison cell. You despised being locked up there and you couldn’t understand why you were being kept there. You never hurt anyone – you weren’t sure if you were able to hurt someone, even if you wanted to do so.
You turned around on your cot, making the shackles and chains rattle. You laughed bitterly. The chains were here to restrain you in case you turned into a monster, but you weren’t a monster, you weren’t a threat to humanity!
Staring at the ceiling, you mused about how the humans themselves were the true monsters. You never did anything wrong, but here you sat in a cell. Why? Just because humans feared everything they didn’t understand.
You heard someone approaching and soon a key was turned around and the door opened.
“[y/n]!” a person shouted exited and tackled you into a hug.
“Hanji, let go off me, please” you murmured.
She let you go and clap
Romano cradled the little girl close to his chest, his mouth still slightly ajar. “Trying to catch flies Roma?” Spain snickered. “Fuck off,” her father spat. “I don’t think you should curse in front of the bella, fratello,” his brother suggest. “Sorry,” Romano muttered. “Congratulations Romano,” Spain grinned. “Grazie,” Romano nodded, readjusting (Name) in his arms. “She’s so cute,” Italy smiled. “Can I hold your hija?” Spain asked. “Just don’t hurt her,” Romano warned. Spain tickled (Na
It was Saturday, 12:10 to be exact. You were out taking a walk through one of your favorite spots on the trolls' planet: a large, dense woodland full of the whispering of leaves, the calls of many hidden birds, and the quiet steady crunching of your shoes on the brown gravel path you were following. The large leafy bushes that flanked your path were filled with the scufflings of tiny creatures darting about looking for food while trying to avoid detection. A cool breeze lifted your (h/l) (h/c) hair behind you as you kept on, the strange brigh
He could hear her whimpering on the other side of the door. Her small voice making her despair-ridden cries all the more disheartening. (F/n) had apparently been crying for hours, and Loki wouldn't stand for it. He had promised Jane that he would talk to the child, and for once there had been no option to lie or trick. For when he had entered the house, he had witnessed the sorrow firsthand, and even a Jotun who had long since lost his heart couldn't stand to hear (F/n) cry.
So with a hesitant hand, Loki knocked on the little girl's door, announcing his presence.
"(F/n), sweetheart it's me. . . I'm . . . I'm coming in."
"... P-please go a-away."
Loki felt his insides twist at the broken sob accompanied by the plea, even as he began to turn the handle. "You know I can't do that. Your mother is worried about you."
As Loki entered the purple and pink decorated bedroom he doned a gentle face,
(Sally = Sal) (Jack = Jackie) (Zero = Same name but is now female ghost cat)
(Dr. Finkelstein = stays the same but it now female)
(Just pretend you're some kind of Halloween Town creature in this fan fiction; like a vampire, witch ,etc.)
Your best friend Jackie Skeleton was obsessing over this strange brand new holiday called Christmas. The tall lithe skeletal woman dressed in a gothic black and thin white striped dress was currently wrapping objects in colorful paper, many in green and red. You didn't quite
>>Author's Note: An invisible ribbon tied around the right index finger of someone indicates your soulmate<<
"I'M DONE! SO DONE!"
You threw multiple pages of notes across your bedroom floor to clutch your hair in frustration. There was no way on this Earth you could memorize all this information before the final tomorrow.
"I knew I shouldn't have hung out with Noir last night." The mere thought of the superhero made you grin. Be it as it may, you didn't so much regret hanging out with him than you regretted not studying. Cue to the problem at hand and flopping down on your bed face first.
"Arm gorna fail!!"
Suddenly there was a throbbing on your finger. Absentmindedly your rubbed it and lifted your head.
"Darn ribbon. Stop pulsating already! I have too much on my mind to think about my Soulmate right now."
Ah, yes. That soulmate thing. It wa
“Go ahead und choose, (Y/n).”
You gave the blonde man a shy look, digging your hand down to the left a bit but keeping it on the top of the bag, and grabbing onto what you thought was the stem of a flower you often loved to watch grow outside your house. And it was: a sunflower!
“Dat is my sunflower.”
Arthur froze above you, as did most countries, as a tall man with platinum blonde/white hair stood from several seats down...You noticed another man that had been beneath him, who immediately got up to move seats. The tall man gave you a child-like smile and walked over.
The entire room was quiet.
He held out a hand. “My name is Ivan Braginski, little one. You will be one with Mother Russia from now on, da?”
“You’re a Mommy?” You asked, staring up at him.
“In a sense.”
These words made you feel even more nervous than before. You didn’t make eye contact, but shook his hand as Arth
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You were freezing. The multiple layers of clothes you had on didn’t help keep you any warmer against the harsh Russian winds and your feet felt like slabs of concrete dragging in the thick snow. Ivan stood tall next to you unaffected by the cold, his usual childish smile spread across his pale lips as you both strolled along the side-walk on your journey home.
Dating Ivan sure had its pros and cons- having to live in Russia is a bit of both, you didn’t exactly hate the country just how cold it always was as you were prone to getting sick but at least Ivan was always there to nurse you back to health.
Speaking of said Russian, he’d been staring at you for quite a while now with them stunning violet eyes of his and it was starting
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You sighed and nervously twiddled your figures as you looked at the article of clothing gently laid over your bed. A simple white lace dress with a light brown belt next to it was spread across your sheets.
You rarely wear dresses due to lack of confidence but sometimes you would, it’s just that ‘sometime’ hasn't happened for a long time and you were nervous, especially since it would be the first time your boyfriend will of seen you in a dress. You’re hot-headed, judgmental, Italian boyfriend Romano that is.
‘What if he doesn’t like it? Or he thinks it looks strange!?’ these and various other thoughts raced through your mind until you were pulled out of your little r
No one knows how I got her. I don't know how I ended up with her. Everyone questioned why I kept her but everyone denied that I take her to an orphanage or leave her at a doorstep. It was us against the world. But all I can say was one of those first nights was what made me choose to keep her.
I woke up in the evening from my nap to a baby's cry when I remembered I now had one to look after. Groaning and wishing it was only a long dream I slugged out of bed and went over to the makeshift crib she was in. I picked up the brat who I was to look after for the next few couple days until I figured out what to do with her.
I tried rocking her, feeding her, even changing her until I realised she was dirty and uncomfortably warm.
Realising I had to give the thing a bath and went over to the bathroom. I held her in a small bundle in one arm as I turned the knob to my kinda-sorta deep sink. The kid still cried as I was making sure the water wasn't too h
There was a guy in your high school that you really, really liked. He was about 2 years older than you and in his junior year. So yes, you were but a cute, little freshman with a cute, little infatuation on your senpai.
You first laid eyes upon him on the first day of school. All freshman had to pick a club to join, so the older students were tabling for their respective organizations, Ping Pong Club, Computer Science Team, Math Society, Spanish Honors Club, etc etc.
And there was one table that you noticed only had one student. A raven-haired male with steely grey eyes was sitting cross-legged in a seat as he leaned back and sketched a picture in his notebook. It wasn't necessarily his appearance that caught your attention but rather the way everybody seemed to avoid him as if he were the plague.
But they didn't seem to hate him....no, it was as if they were scared of him.
True, he gave o
The two of you had currently been in your backyard, addressing the same problem you had been addressing for the majority of the year, now. That problem being…
You were extremely aquaphobic.
Showers were fine, taps were fine – baths were not, pools were not, the beach was not. You didn’t know what it was that terrified you so much about water—no, actually, that was a lie. You were entirely aware of what caused you to live in constant fear. You had almost drowned on your trip to the beach last year; you remembered the suffocating feeling of water filling your lungs. The waves were rough, and they were too strong for you to overpower. The pure terror that wracked your nerves was something that was constantly renewed whenever you so much as looked at a sink full of water.
You shook your head furiously at Levi’s demand. “No, no, I
N-no! Please (Y/n)! You can't leave me!! Not like this!! Please! You have to live!!
I jolted awake, my eyelids flying open as I sat up from the bed, looking at my surroundings frantically. My heart was pounding loudly, my chest falling and rising in a quick manner; each breath being inhaled as full on gasps of air, almost like I wasn't breathing at all and my lungs were dying from lack of oxygen.
The room was dark and quiet, only sounds of my rapidly beating heart and my quivering breath were to be heard. I looked around the room. My alarm showed the time: 3:49 am.
"Shit..." I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. I slid my hand next to me. The bed was cold, and the blanket was missing from the other side. Sudden realization came to me.
Where did she go?
Oh fuck no.
I threw the blanket to the side and jumped out of bed, completely forgetting about my
Bruce softly called your name several times before looking up from his work, to see you slumped over your keyboard. He shook his head, causing some of his soft graying chocolate locks to fall into his face, and glanced at the clock. 11 PM.
You both had been working for at least 8 hours now and he knew you had been there long before he came in. He leaned back for a moment and wondered how long it had been since you got a good nights sleep, knowing that you already hardly ever slept well and now there was the added pressure of the assignment Fury had given you a few days ago.
He turned his attention back to your sleeping form, quickly noting that you were paler than normal and your hair lacked its usual shine. He hated seeing you this way, without your usual vibrancy and signature soft-spoken confidence. He stood and made his way towards you carefully and quietly.
You were a light sleeper but he hoped that your exhaustion would