Heichuu

The darkness of the night sky covered the land, broken only by the pale glow of the moon and stars casting a silvery light onto the rolling grass lands, dense forests and the foreboding castle below. The Survey Corps HQ was as silent as the grave, it was long after curfew and the battle weary scouts were finally able to rest safely in their dormitories after yet another expedition. They may have been safe from the titans within these walls, but they were not safe from their nightmares. Many of them were haunted by the faces of their lost comrades, the terror in their eyes and they were devoured or killed burned into their minds eye...inescap

A Reader X Free! Sousuke Ah... pure bliss. The exhaustion from yesterday has overtook my body completely, leaving me dead asleep even though I fell asleep, hunched over a hard desk, with pens and pencils poking at my face. It feels so strangely soft, and smooth... and something is tickling my nose. I took a deep breath. Mmm... That smells nice, whatever that is. Did I have a scented pencil or something? I shifted my body slightly, feeling the soft blanket rustle on top of me lightly. Wait... wasn't I supposed to be sleeping face down on my assignment? I turned my head slightly only to get a full whiff of the soft thing that was tickling

//dad!aomine daiki x mum!reader There was something rather intriguing about watching over your eight year old son, especially when it involved foam swords, stealthily sneaking through the living room and creeping behind furniture to 'remain' unseen. He was proudly donning a feather hat and an old, baggy shirt - probably stolen out of his father's closet - and was tucked sloppily inside his shorts. He had strapped the foam sword to his waist using a black belt and for some reason, he had put on his father's police boots as well, which made it rather hard for him to walk normally. All in all, it vaguely reminded you of the attire of Medieval

Like my ‘To Punish” fic, there is a slight mature implication. But not a full out, WHAM mature scene. You were warned. “Lunch is on meee! Everyone upstairs!” Aunt Cass said from the garage doorway. “Yes!! Free food!” said Fred as he fist pumped the air.   Everyone, especially Hiro who was tired from working all morning, followed Aunt Cass into the kitchen upstairs.   “Aunt Cass, (y/n) and I are gonna clean up a little bit. We’ll catch up,” Tadashi called after his Aunt.   His eyes searched the room until they landed on you. You were so engrossed in a robotics book he gave to you as a bir

              This past year has actually been pretty good for you. You belonged to a great crew, were finally starting to feel at home and dating your captain was an added bonus. Law didn’t asked you out until you’d already been with the crew for a few weeks. It caught you off guard to say the least, since you didn’t see somebody like Law to be interested in a serious relationship. If that’s what he considered your relationship anyway. He was loyal to you, and always promised to protect you. Plus anybody who saw the two of you walking down a street knew who you were with.                Law hadn’t planned anyth

With a scream you woke up. Sweat covered your forehead, your blanked was already soaked in it. Your breath was uneven, accelerated and your heart was pounding like it was trying to break through your ribcage. You chocked, bend over the edge of your bed and pulled up the bin, heaving up what little you had eaten yesterday. It smelled like acid and bile, and you scrunched up your nose and pushed the bin away the second you had collected yourself again. The memories of him - blood soaked, burned when fire shouldn't have been able to hurt him, and the fading light in his eyes. His brothers painful screams, all the lives that were lost that day.

"C'mon, ______. It is just one party. It wouldn't kill you to put the books down for one night and just enjoy yourself. You work yourself too hard." You rubbed the temple of your head with the eraser of your pencil as you held your cell to your ear. "Zoro...I really cant." You sighed, hearing your closest friend groan on the other end of the phone call. "____, just for a few hours. Then we can leave the party and go back to studying. Okay?" You bit your lip, closing your eyes and pondering. You had known Zoro for years, since middle school. You remember it like it was yesterday. You were always bullied by the  popular  girls in school, and o

 An icy stare sending a ghost of trembles down her spine as she felt cold creep into her tiny bones, yet it wasn't the frosty air that was bringing the (H/c)'d girls body into shivers. No, it was the tall and lanky form standing high almost towering over her, looking down at her with piercing amber eyes that seem to gaze right into the very fabric of her being. It made her feel vulnerable, it made her feel insecure. As if all her secrets where lying openly in front of his intelligent and intimidating gaze. She glanced to the side, unable to hold his harsh gaze much longer without feeling like she was going to cry. She could practically fe

Boring ship, boring islands, boring day period. Sanji was boring, Nami’s antics were boring, Luffy was even boring! Brook’s music just couldn’t strike you the right way at all, and all his beats were boring. Boring, boring, boring! “Can someone pleeeeaaase just spot an interesting island?! I’m bored, I’m dead, I’m done.” You whined, slumping down in your chair until you slid off and onto the grass of the deck with a long and exasperated sigh of disappointment. “_______, we’ve been pointing out islands… for 3, hours. THREE HOURS. None of them were appealing to you. Get up and go

Silence. The long corridors were dim and empty, only sparing the milky light of the night sky. Your slippered heels stood high as you tip-toed through the hallway, carrying a thick blanket over your button up pajamas. With eyes squinted, you manoeuvred down the hall, knowing exactly where you were heading. To the room with light still cracking through it's closed door. Upon reaching the door, you could hear the movements of pen on paper and an occasional page flip. He was up late again. Without hesitation, you forced the door open. "Sabo, why aren't you sleeping" "Oh, (Y/N)?" His groggy eyes shot open, dark rims clearly visible. "Go to s

         "WHAT DID YOU DO!?" You both shout at eachother.         "You think I did this!?" He retorts in your voice.         "Well I damn sure didn't do it!" You snap.          "Is something the matter you two?"  Dragon asks, coming into the infirmary.          "Sabo/___ is in my body!!" You both inform him, jabbing a finger at eachother.  Dragon and Koala blink in confusion.          "Come again?" Dragon asks.          "Dragon-san, I don't know how, but we've switched- what are you doing?" Sabo/you questions as you open the window.          "Obviously this is some sort of weird ass dream. So I'm gonna jump out this window and w

~~~~~ Christmas Day ~~~~~              While Kidd and the others were busy organizing the booze for the day you were bustling around the galley fixing the biggest meal you ever had. The crew had asked for a little bit of everything, and you knew almost for certain that Killer and Heat probably got weird looks when they bought all of the food at the market. Kidd and Killer’s presents sat safely tucked away in your room, you had already given Heat and Wire theirs which they appreciated. During your cooking you had to tell yourself to calm down multiple times to keep from getting cut or burned. The excitement of giving Kidd his gift, and

              The Straw Hat pirates had to stop off for supplies. Sanji had gone off in search of stock for the kitchen. He had just bought the last of what he needed when he overheard a conversation that peaked his interest.              “Have you been to Fox’s lately?”              “No, why?”              “One of the chefs, I think her name is (Name), has the best all meat stir fry in the east blue. You have to try it.”              Sanji approaches the two men,              “What restaurant is this?”              “Fox’s, it’s a few blocks away.”    

The sky above your head was already dark and the moon was the only light source. A cold breeze let your hair dance freely and made you shiver. You sat on the cold stone before the mansion not allowed to make a fire to warm you up. Right now everyone slept for sure. It was about 3am and if you could you would sleep loudly too. But you couldn’t because of a bet you made the day before. Baby 5 said you were a chicken and that you could never stay outside for the whole night. So you bet with her. If you could stay all night long outside she would kiss Trebol and if you lose you have to serve her for two days. Of course you would not lose

[Tsukiyama’s perspective] The simplest of minds would say that partaking of food is nothing more than source of fuel, a source of ineffectual comfort, a mindless engagement of mouth to esophagus for the pettiest of excuses. Imbéciles. So many humans fail to comprehend the undeserved privileges bestowed on them. So open are they to a world of delight, an esoteric abundance of taste, flavor, savor, yet they refuse to take such a perfect opportunity to explore this universe of possibility. Partaking of a meal should be so much more than just ingesting of substance - a repast must incorporate every sense, the manner in which it is

Her voice had slowly faded away as his mind retreated into his inner world. Another fight. Why? Why did they always have to fight? The logical part of him knew that he obviously had to shoulder part of the blame, but his heart was gritting its teeth, denying all accusations. So he did the only thing he could do: he shut her off. As soon as her voice would stop reaching him, his brain would run quarrel simulations to figure out the best-outcome scenario. Scenario 1: If I told her “I’m sorry”, she’d say “You always say that” and continue the fight. Scenario 2: If I told her “And what did you expect m

(In this timeline Netero is alive and it is after all the chimera ant stuff. I Also don't own: Hunter x Hunter, Killua,and You. Please support  Hunter x hunter anime/manga by Yoshihiro Togashi) You hit the stone wall in anger; you were so close to passing the hunter exams but then you got paired to fight this guy who used ‘nen’. Whatever that is, and you lost in the final round. “Well pouting isn’t going to help might as well get a bite to eat,” you think, you walk into the town and found a cute little bakery; you sit down and wait to be served.  You start to think about what the one of the examiners said t