Nathwolf

K-Project (Mikoto x Reader) 2: Rescue “Yum~! Thank you and have a good night sir!” I told the bartender while handing back my 10th glass of iced tea, which was now empty. “You too miss!” he said back with a smile. Earlier today, it was like any other hot summer day. In the evening, around 8:00pm, I wanted to treat myself to my favourite cold drink, iced tea, at a new bar/restaurant that opened up a few days ago. When I turned to leave, three drunken guys blocked my path, and boy did they stink like alcohol! “*hic* Heeeey girly~ *hic* W-Wanna party with *hic* us~?” the skinny guy said, with short brown

* You weren't entirely sure when you first gained your celestial stalker. The clues were scattered inconsistently throughout the city, with golden feathers appearing outside your front door, a brush of warmth in the otherwise chilly mornings, the unanticipated pause before sending an email that could have gotten you fired. At first, you had assumed it was just a series of coincidences or some random streak of good luck. But then the people around you also started to show signs of playing a bigger role in your life than normal. There was the lady in the supermarket who had the last box of your favourite brand of cookies, only for her to n

        Being a Library aide at Samekuza meant seeing many students each day. Each book you checked out to someone said something about their personality.         There were the geeks who hung out by the manga and the ones who checked out nothing but Stephen King, and the hopeless romantics who loitered by the fiction section, never far from a good read.         Hyuga, the bully, often was reading up on history, and the mute, Rika always checked out books on the supernatural. She was superstitious, big time.   &

It was just another gloomy day for London, as the rain heavily poured down from the sky. The puddles didn’t help, making it impossible not to trip. Of course, the place did live up its reputation – sunny days didn’t really exist there. Every single street reeked child kidnappings to murder, and anyone would be foolish to venture out alone. The era in which you were living in was most likely the utmost dangerous of all – not that it bothered you. In fact, it kept you and your father in business. Sure, it was scary, precarious and altogether life-risking, but you couldn’t help loving it. You loved the idea of bei

When you were born, you had come out with two blue wings protruding from your shoulder blades. It had been quite the shock for your mother who quickly decided to give you up. You didn’t remember much about your parents aside from what you’d been told. That she had (h/c) hair like yourself and didn’t want to deal with a winged child. Shortly after you were born you were put into an orphanage where everyone whispered about the freak of nature. As you grew older, you learned to hide the feathers with baggy coats but it wasn’t enough. Those that knew your secret picked on you, calling you rude names and locking you out of

Listening to the distant sound of bells and laughter as everyone prepared for the upcoming Christmas holiday, you sat on the steps leading to the Fairy Tail guild hall, watching the delicate snowflakes fall from the sky, ever so slightly changing direction in the cold winter wind. “Mind if I join you?” You turned to face the owner of the voice, who had emerged from the guildhall and stood behind you, his hands resting casually in his pockets. “Laxus” you greeted. “Aren’t you cold?” Laxus asked, removing his fur coat and draping it around your shoulders before sitting down beside you. “What a

"Tell me doll face, do you love me?" ________________________________ You sighed as you stared at the clip board, the name "Joker" written at the top with three mug-shots of the crazy clown. You were assigned to help him with his problems, but boy did you wish you weren't. You've heared about him over the years, and how batman was the one who captured him. Arkham Asylum was good for the very bad, the ones who showed no mercy but the Joker? He needed to be tucked in a under water facility, and yet he was here. A loud buzz sound indicated it was time to talk with the clown, you stud up and went into the room. The joker wrapped in a stray-ja

p r o l o g u e  ;  k i l l e r “It wasn’t as dark and scary as it sounds. I had a lot of fun…killing somebody’s a funny experience.” – Albert DeSalvo Leaving the body submerged in the bathtub, the man with the obsidian black hair entered the enormous walk-in closet wearing a white bloody hoodie, loose fitting black jeans, stained monochromatic converse, and nothing else. Trained lidless eyes flickered from left to right, past every expensive looking clothing, scanning for his last and latest female victim. He knew she was in here. Her rapid heart throb beating and her heavy breathing would say so other

It was very odd to see a girl with a twenty-sizes-too-big-sweater wandering around shrines and homes. It was even odder to see the same girl with one that was much taller and much more elegant than the girl she followed. (F/n) clapped her long, over-sized sleeves with giggle. "It's such a nice day, isn't it, Meg?" The pale Regalia behind her sighed with a smile. "Yes. Um, may I impose a question on you, (F/n)-sama?" The god turned around, now skipping backwards so she could face Meg. "Sure!~" Meg cleared her throat. "I know how much you adore over-sized clothing, but you always wear that one. At least, when you are out in public. Why is tha

You stared down at your hand, trying to avoid looking at the dead dog in front of Stein as he pulled out pieces of it. Thru boredom you started to doodle on your paper, ending up drawing a really crappy drawing of you and Kid. Yes, you had a major crush on him, but for now you could settle with being his best friend. Little did you know he was staring at you ‘Why do I feel this way? Is it just a faze? Should I tell her?’ Kid started to doodle on the back page of his notebook to get you out of his mind. He had started to draw the number 8, soon erasing it and fixing it. But then he ended up drawing a perfect drawing of you. He blu

You awoke sitting straight up because of a loud crash of thunder. You glanced to the clock next to your bed as you tried to regain your breath and calm down. It was 2am, you scowled. As you reached for the clock to make sure it was REALLY 2am you felt a thin, strong arm snake around your torso. You squeaked and dropped the clock on the floor. “Sorry babe, didn’t mean to scare ya.” Axel smirked at you from his side of the bed. You proceeded to smack him and scream profanities about how he scared the crap out of you. “Gah calm down (Nobodies Name),” he held your wrists and held them both in one of his hands as he

    Meow.    Your eyes grew wide as everyone’s heads turned to you when the adorable sound was heard. You dared to take a quick glance at your bag to where the culprit of the sound was nicely hidden before looking back up at everyone in the room with a sheepish smile.    “Did you just meow, (Y/N)?” Ed asked.    “Hmm?” you said in reply, distracted by trying to think of a way to keep your furry little friend hidden. “Oh, um, no. I only coughed.”    “Uh, huh,” Roy replied, a little irritable that he was interrupted. “As I was saying-”    Meowwwwwww.    Before you coul

You weren’t an ungrateful person. Not at all. All things considered, you were fairly satisfied with your life – being a shinobi had its perks, and despite all the hard work and the duties it entailed, you couldn’t (or rather, didn’t want to) imagine doing anything else. Over the years, you’d seen your fair share of battles, had experienced losses as well as victories, made friends as well as enemies, and recently, you’d finally been granted the rank of Jonin (something you were obviously very proud of). You weren’t ungrateful. And yet there was one thing that had always bothered you, if only in the

You were bleeding. A lot. The run-in with goblins left you with a gaping wound in your side. You had no time to focus on that though when you heard the Wargs approaching. "Up the trees!" Gandalf called out. Fili grabbed your hand and pulled you along. Had you not lost so much blood, you probably would have blushed. You loved Fili almost from the start. Not only was he handsome, he was kind and a little bit mischievous. Basically everything you looked for in a man, well dwarf. You struggled to climb the tree as more and more blood seeped from the open wound. The Wargs kept on in their relentless pursuit as you fought to keep up with Fili. Wh

Mistaken “So…. This is… Uh…. What is it again?” You stare quizzically at the bundle of stalk-like plants that had been placed in your palm about a minute ago. A few more groups similar to this one lay to your right, tucked neatly together and tied by the stems into neat, green pigmented piles. At your puzzled tone, you heard the refreshing, easy going laugh of the male behind you, who was working on wrapping bandages up into rolls and tying them together with twine. “Aloe Vera.” “What’s it used for?” You hum in response, digging a fingernail into one of the stems and watching as a

 This was a bit inspired by Halloween's remake of a particular scene where Michael meets a child. I haven't seen the remake but I heard its decent. I would love to see it but I prefer more of the original version. Either way, let's enjoy this one shot with Mikey! Halloween (c) John Carpenter You (c) yourself You eyed the tall man in front of you. You knew you weren't supposed to speak to strangers as your parents have taught you but you couldn't help but gawk at how tall this guy was. He was dressed in what looked like a mechanic suit with a hood on. He stared down at you inquisitively, as if you were a new specimen he didn't see. Yo

My god, bare with me guys I'm not a raph fangirl so hehe I hope I tried my best XD :eyes: You growled holding two giant daggers in your hands. Raph was bitten and was turned into an alien freak, it made ya so angry and you went after the egg while Donnie tells ya to stop to think of a plan but you said "screw it, I am in charge," but Raph got your ass kicked and you told Donnie and Mikey to get out, they did to see if they can find Leo...(who you will beat cause he bit your crush). You and Raph were on a standoff circling eachother while he has his sais out and you had your golden daggers out. You really did not want to hurt him, ya want him

   I was screaming, screaming, screaming - for the torture to end, for the sounds to stop, for the pain inside my head to subside. Every other second, something burned my left side, as if a scalding hot pole were being pressed into it. I could feel my forehead streaming with blood, which ran down into my eyes and blinded me.   It hurts, doesn’t it?   The voice resonated throughout my head painfully, as if needles were being dragged along the inner walls of my skull. I didn’t want to hear the words, to understand them - I wished the voice would die off along with the rest of the pain.    Don’t you wish it could all somehow

A Heart of Gold A fan-made short story based off of  the DreamWorks film “Rise of the Guardians” By: Lily (Leilane) .:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:..:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:. The sun is a magical thing. Or at least, through a child’s eyes it is. It lights up the entire sky, and makes a child’s heart soar when playing outside among friends. Looking so friendly, the glowing sphere offers peace, safety, and a day filled with happiness. Truly, the daytime is the most exciting time. However, all good things must come to an end, and that includes the sun’s time in the sky.

          :bulletblue: Killian x Reader: His Pirate Lass :bulletblue: (Name) . . . (Full Name). It seems forever ago that we met: a brief lapse in time that made all the difference in the world. One moment, lass that completely defined us; that made us both want for more. I was intrigued and you were shy, but it didn’t matter; for we knew, even then.   Oh yes, lass, we knew.   Your cousin introduced us- unrepentant and unstoppable- a pure force of nature. Now, looking back I can see that it was all a part of her plan to ensnare us. Lyn knew us both too well, and despite my anger towards such a mutinous action, I’m relieved that

“Are ya sure this is what ya want?” Gobber placed a hand on your shoulder, worry etched onto his face. “You can always stay,” Astrid took a step away from Stormfly and twords you, her expression mirroring Gobbers.” “Yeah.” You spoke quietly, gently running your hand over your unborn child. “It’s-it’s for the best.” Gobber held your gaze for a few more moments. He then looked over at Astrid and sighed. A small smile tugged at both their lips. “We’ll miss ya, ya know.” “I’ll miss you too.” You then pulled the rather robust man and skinny gi

  "We will send you down, if you can defeat the demon and liberate him completely, then we will allow you your second chance at life. Everyone's memories will be restored of you and it will be as if you never died. However, you cannot kill him. If he were to die, it would have detrimental effects on the community." That was the last thing you remember hearing before opening your eyes. Your surveyed your surroundings; a bus station in downtown Los Angeles. His Holiness had a mission for you and you were determined to complete it, no matter what the cost. What was this mission exactly? To free a man of his inner demon, of course. In return, yo

You're the sister of the famous fashion designer, Gabriel Argeste. You also had a close relationship with his wife. You always thought of her as a big sister until she disappeared. You realized that Gabriel hadn't smile at you since then. You decided to visit him as you tried to find his address. That was when you bumped into a blonde boy with green eyes. "Oh!" You were startled as he almost bumped into you. "I'm sorry. I wasn't looking actually," he apologized. "It's okay." And then, you noticed his eyes as if he reminded you of your sister-in-law. "You almost reminded of someone I know back then. What's your name?" "I'm Adrien," he int

    It’s been ten years of isolation from the outside world. Ten years since your parents left you. Ten years since you was taken in to be nothing more than a helper who means nothing to these people. You couldn’t be too bitter, though. If it wasn’t for you being taken here, you probably would’ve died out in the world without having the care of your parents. You were only eight years old after all, you wouldn’t know how to survive.    Nonetheless, now, at the age of eighteen, all you wished for was to experience the outside world. Not to just walk around the perimeter of the building under the supervision of on