Gray Fullbuster X Reader: Underneath the Sakura... by DualWolves, literature
Literature
Gray Fullbuster X Reader: Underneath the Sakura...
Underneath the Sakura Tree
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For this chapter:
[e/c] = eye color
[f/c] = favorite color
[h/c] = hair color
[h/l] = hair length
[f/n] = first name
[l/n] = last name
[f/g] = favorite gem
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"Gray," you yelled as you ran towards the raven-haired man.
He stopped in his tracks and turned to face you. "[f/n]," he stated in a kind of 'good morning' tone.
You had come to a complete halt in front of him and were now bent over with your hands on your knees and panting like a dog. "I....w-was.....l-looking.... all over f-for you," you tried to answer in
You slowly opened your eyes and found yourself on the ground. You were in a brightly lit room with strange looking boys around a table talking.
"Well, that's weird.. I don't remember lying on the floor," You said confused.
"Who is she Killua?" a small boy around your age asked.
"If I had known, I would've told you already!" a boy with silver hair replied back, you were pretty sure he was Killua since the boy in green called the silver hair boy Killua.
You walked over, feeling a bit dizzy from getting up. You walked closer to them but it seemed that they didn't feel your presence right beside them.
"Care to say why I'm here?" you asked po
Suprise visit (RWBY x Reader) Ozpin by sexyhipster66, literature
Literature
Suprise visit (RWBY x Reader) Ozpin
Today was an important day for you. Currently, you were on a plane heading back from a mission in Vacuo to your home in Vale. There had been a spike of deathstalkers in the dry grasslands, and you had elected to travel with your teammate to help control the situation. In between hunts, you had traversed throughout the kingdom, marveling at its geography and structures alike. You'd even got a glance at Shade, the kingdom's huntsman academy.
But eventually, after braving vicious grimm and an equally harsh climate, you were ready to return home to the cool airs and familiarity of your home. Not to mention, a certain someone you've been waiting t
LightxReader - The Only One by Blanche-sama, literature
Literature
LightxReader - The Only One
Light Yagami looked at the girl's face while she was sleeping. She was the only woman in the world able to make him feel this way. He wanted to prove to her that he was righteous. He was justice, he was God, and he wanted to make her admire him. He wanted to make her his Goddess. How many times he said this before? But this time he was saying the truth. He really wanted her by his side. He wanted to make her happy, to make a new world for her. He loved her. And she was the only woman he loved in his whole life.
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She woke up slowly, and smiled when she saw his face.
- Good morning, Yagami-san.
- Good morning, (NAME)-san. - he stood u
Light X Reader- Part 7 by writtenwordoflove, literature
Literature
Light X Reader- Part 7
You awoke to the sun beaming through the window. Everything seemed normal enough at first until you regain your eyesight and saw it wasn't your room. You began to panic not knowing where you were, but as you were panicking you feet enormous weight on your feet. You looked down and saw someone asleep, on your feet. Just as you were about to scream you saw it was Light. "Oh " You said quietly, remembering the heart-breaking story from the day before. Light began to stir, causing you to freak a little, "__-______?" He asked half awake. "Uh, Yeah Light?" You asked blushing a little "Are you feeling okay? You had a fever last night so I staye
How it began (L x Reader) by Darrkystar25, literature
Literature
How it began (L x Reader)
In the streets of a dark, cold, city, rain poured down on the pavement mercilessly, permeating the usually silent night with the distant rolls of thunder in the distance, rain slishing and sloshing everywhere, and the occasional flashes of lightning illuminating every nook and cranny of London's alleyways for a flicker of a moment. A little boy wandering down the concrete pathways, weaving in and out of in between buildings and trash cans, sways slightly, pulling his baggy, dingy, ratty and long-torn white-ish turtleneck ever closer to try and keep himself warm.
It had been a harsh life for him. He tried not to think about it, but the more h