Levi x Reader -Little Love-
Art by: Politos.Burritos
As you stare at the Lance Corporal Levi from across the lunch table you sigh depressingly. Just the thought of YOU and HIM together? ha you wish, the chance of that actually happening is like having a titan walk up to everyone and start a conversation like "yeah, y'know we don't feel like eating you guys anymore, we'll just disappear off the face of the earth so you can go and see lands beyond the walls"
You look at your loaf of bread and just slide it in front of Sasha, whose eyes widen.
"Not hungry" you whisper with a tint of sadness in your voice.
"OH boy! Thanks (y/n)!" She replies immediately not noticing your depressing emotion.
You stand up slowly and excuse yourself from everyone.
"(y/n)? you okay? What's wrong?" The green eyed titan shifter asks. Everyone sat there waiting for an answer to emerge from your sweet, petite lips.
You fake a little yawn "Just tired, it's really no big
Eyes on you! (Noctis x Reader) Chapter 1/2
Music was coming from everywhere. Everyone was celebrating. The prince would finally be wedded. The two kingdoms of Lucis and Tenebrae united under the ties of sacred mystery of marriage. Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum and Lady Lunafreya Nox Fleuret would be wedded in few hours. After so many trials and betrayals they went through they would finally have the marriage. It was enough to break her heart.
The ball as always was beautiful, perfect. People of the high classes of society who were important enough where invited to celebrate the event. She was here as well since she was one of prince’s closest friends. But recently she found herself to wish the exact the opposite.
(Name) (Surname) was always at Noctis’s side at good or bad times. They knew each other since they were little and that was because the king saved her. She was coming from a wealthy family that was gifted with the power of time. (Name) had visions of the pa
SPN Angels x Reader - (Too much) Wing Oil
A loud crashing noise in your kitchen made all your hunter’s bells ring in red alert.
Gripping the nearest gun, you slowly approached the door, the book you’ve been reading now forgotten on the ground underneath the couch.
Gun first, next you peaked around the corner, expecting the worst.
What you caught sight of made you drop the gun instantly and rush over in the other room:
Gabriel had crash-landed on your kitchen-table, throwing over the chairs around it while flapping his golden wings helplessly.
He had landed on his stomach, and was now trying to sit up, but something kept constantly dripping from his wings, smeared on the wood and made it impossible to gain grip, causing him to land several times hard on his chin, before he gave up.
His golden wings were dark with what poured off of them, and after another two seconds you recognized the mysterious liquid as wing oil. What made you furrow your brows nonetheless was the huge amount of said liquid, spilling on the table