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Rock, Paper, Scissors? Really? (10th x Reader)
"Rock, paper, scissors?" You lift an incredulous eyebrow at the Doctor's beaming face, "Seriously? Out of all the games in the universe you could have picked that would actually pass the time, you come up with rock, paper, scissors?"
He keeps smiling, "Well, yeah. If you'd prefer to go outside into your untimely death, the door's right there. Though to be honest, I'd rather you didn't do that."
You sigh, your legs swinging as you somehow balance yourself on your perch at the TARDIS console. The machinery next to you bleeps in what almost sounds like sympathy. Somehow the Doctor had managed to get you stranded in the pull of a Black Hole with just enough 'umph' (as he so gracefully put it) to get out after a few hours.
"Surely there's a games room or something in here, considering that it's 'bigger on the inside'." You roll your eyes as you tease the Time Lord. "Or there's got to be a game that the residents of some far off planet like to play. Rock, paper, scissors is so
Could Have Been Longer (Dean Winchester x Reader)
"Woah!" You yelped as you flung yourself away from the exploding door and out of view from the entrance to your house behind the sofa. You threw your arms over your head protectively as splinters of wood rained down , and your hand tightened around the kitchen knife with it's blade tinted a rusty, dried red.
~Two Weeks ago~
"Find anything, Sam?" The brunette looked up at the sound of your voice as you leaned back from the books spread across the table in front of you.
He sighed and waveed his hands at the laptop, clearly unimpressed, "Nothing. It's smart, I'll give it that. I can't find any clues about what it is."
You nodded as he carried on with his research and idly wondered when Dean will get back from speaking to the Mayor of the town. The case had caught (well, demanded) your attention when the Mayor of the town himself had got in contact with you (apparently he was an old friend of Ellen's, a 'retired' hunter by the name of Calloway) unable to figure out what this creatur
Right Revenge (Claude Faustus x Reader oneshot)
'If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?'
- William Shakespeare
It was sunny, which was a rare feat in itself. You sat next to a large window, practicing stitch patterns on a new clothing design you had created. It was the very window your mother, your sister and yourself used to gather round when you were young, before they were murdered in their own home. The sun made your (Hair Colour) hair shimmer somewhat, your (Eye Colour) eyes hidden behind thick lashes as you focused on the work in your lap. The warmth of the light comforted you; you had always feared the dark.
"Mistress, one Ciel Phantomhive in the company of his butler would like to wish you well on your birthday."
You did not regard your demon butler, Noel, or his sudden appearance; you si
Pain of Healing (Kakuzu x Reader oneshot)
The crack of your hands against the table echoed through the bar, the scraping of your chair against the floor making the men surrounding you cringe. Cards scattered from the table to the ground, as if eager to get away from your fury.
"Alright, you damn cretin, give me my prize money!" You yelled angrily.
The man across the table from you showed no reaction to your outburst. He kicked his feet back, his hands behind his head, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. He smirked, "What prize money? You haven't won anything, darlin', and the last time I checked, you had to win somethin' in order to gain a prize." He drawled, smoke curling up defiantly from the cigarette.
You snarled, your (e/c) eyes flashing dangerously, "I did win. I beat you fair and square!" You protested, your voice a low growl.
The man shrugged his shoulders, gesturing at his hand of cards still miraculously splayed across the table, "I believe I won, darlin'." He snickered.
Your eyes widened, he'd changed
Craving the Fire (Loki x Reader Oneshot)
"You just want someone to be proud of you."
The Asgardian's eyes widened at her statement, but only fractionally. He chose not to speak. He was tired of dealing with the constant interrogations, so ignored them, and this one was no different.
"I'm not here to interrogate you." Yet again, she startled him. He didn't know if it was what she was saying, or how she saying it. Or was it just the sound of her voice that was catching him off guard? It was comforting, as if seducing him into spilling all of his thoughts and feelings onto the floor in front of him. It reminded him of the tone his mother used to use on him. He felt like he might drown if he did reveal his emotions in this small, glass prison. "I'm just here to talk."
He raised his eyes to her shoulder, but did not make contact with her gaze. He didn't want to see the lies there like he suspected. It disgusted him. Human filth.
Feathery (h/c) hair fell past her broadened and strong shoulders, yet he could tell that this was not A
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A Matter of Trust (Vampire!Itachi x Reader)
A few nights before Itachi murdered his clan, he had visited you. The visit broke your heart, your life nearly going with it. You were unbelievably close to Itachi, that the idea of him doing what he did made you feel sick. You remember him being upset, so you were trying to console him, but no matter what you said he remained stoic, almost in regret. After a few minutes, you only remember a searing pain across your heart and blackness. You had woke a few hours later in your bed to find your front door open with the rain pouring in and Itachi gone. Your chest was bandaged and there was a deep cut across the area where your heart was. You were shocked. What was Itachi doing? More importantly, why was he acting like this? The next morning, you found out about Shisui's murder. The night of the massacre when you nearly lost your life once more, you discovered Itachi had done it.
He had the Mangekyo.
You figured that you were the first attempt for it.
It had been a while since the news of t
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Possessive Instinct (Kaname Kuran x Reader)
The breeze that ruffled your (h/c) hair was warm, and you sighed up at the stars as you sat uncomfortably on the cold stone balcony. It had been a few hours since the Night Class had departed for their night schooling, leaving you wondering why once again.
Why were you the only person in the Moon Dorms that was not a part of the Night Class? Why were you placed into dorms with people you hardly ever saw; when you were in class they were asleep, and vice versa?
It was all confusing to you, but you just remained silent and went with it- it was the Chairman's request after all, who were you to question his choice? You were just the new girl.
You had pored over these thoughts for the past month, never reaching an answer. Every time you had decided to confront the leader of the dorm, Kaname Kuran, your resolve had withered under his gaze. You admitted that you were attracted the boy, but there was something about him- about all the Night Class- that was just...off.
Deciding that your seatin
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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