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
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
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
Follow Me Alt.Ending (Toshiro x Reader)
This is an Alternate Ending. Please visit the original oneshot so you can understand what's going on. Link is in the description.
Days Without Human Contact: 175
You're lying in a cave. The ceiling isn't interesting but you're staring at it anyway, lost in thought. You're not angry anymore. Not sad, not happy. You're just...nothing. Have been for God knows how long.
It's not any easier.
It's not fair.
It's not right.
Why did you have to lose him again?
You're clutching at straws thinking about how it was even possible, but why does it matter? It doesn't. You can't cry anymore. You eat and drink, as often as you can, but you don't feel it's worth it. Still, something's driving you on. Telling you to wait. But for what?
Toshiro may have miraculously turned back into a human, but he was murdered by the undead again anyway. He sacrificed himself so you could get away. Now you'll never get him back.
Why did you run?
You'd have rather died with him back there. But the pan
Follow Me (Zombie!Toshiro Hitsugaya x Reader)
They are wrong.
All of the books, comics and movies have everything wrong. Authors and directors thought they knew, thought they had everything sorted out, but they didn't. Of course, no one ever expects anything written in books or playing on-screen to actually happen in real life.
But this did.
Shoot them to the ground, they eventually get back up. Smash their brains in with a shovel, they slow down, even temporarily black out. But they keep coming. Dismember them, they still move.
No matter what is done, the zombies do not stop.
Days without Human Contact: 24
It's strange, walking through the empty streets of Karakura. Not a month ago, you would have been walking to school with friends, relaxed. Real, living friends. Ichigo, and Rukia, and Orihime.
The only warning was the siren. It was blaring, loud, dangerous, and you'll never forget the intimidating ring.
People started dying, just dropping like flies, only to reanimate and kill those dearest to them in a frenzied h
What Would You Do If...? Romano x Reader oneshot
"Now everyone go into a closet with your given partner, and you have as long as you want to fill with 'What would you do if?' questions! The first people to leave their closet will have a consequence to fill though!" America beamed, his cheeks red from being tipsy.
You shuddered. What was with this thrown together and terribly boring sounding game? It was obvious the American and many others in the room were drunk. It was his birthday, but still. Why the hell did you even come to this party? You sighed, glancing over at your given partner; a very pissed off Romano, who was rosy-cheeked himself.
That was why.
When you had heard that the Italian was coming, you had to restrain yourself from jumping out of your seat and running to America's place.
But you didn't. You arrived late, as you always do, to a room of men knocking back booze like there was no tomorrow. You had stayed with the girls, just to be safe.
Then America approached with a hat full of items, and you all thou