|Blackstar IS God.|
Eren x reader chp 2Side note: Sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it, and if you have any suggestions that might add to the storyline, don't hesitate.Eren x reader chp 2 by SuupuushanSalamander
You skidded to a stop moments before reaching the Corporal's office. Your breathing was slightly uneven from the rush and beads of sweat trailed down your temples. You quickly wiped your face with your jacket sleeve, before fixing your hair and giving the hard bark a few good, steady knocks.
"Come in." A stern voice replied. You quickly fumbled with the doorknob, pushing the door open and walking inside. With a soft bump of your heel the door swung backwards; a soft 'click' indicating it was fully closed.
Corporal Levi was leaning against his chair with his boots over his desk in a seemingly laid-back fashion, and a steamy cup of tea in his hands. His gaze was fixed out the window and into the starry night sky.
"Impeccable timing, Miss [Name]. As usual." He mused, after a swig off his tea.
"Sir," you s
- ErenXReader - (currently lacking a title)- ErenXReader - (currently lacking a title) by SuupuushanSalamander
You walked down the hallway with a tray in your hands, where a teapot and some cups had been beautifully placed. You walked at a steady pace, avoiding any kind of small-talk from any of the staff or your colleagues. Once you made it to the door, you raised your fist towards the wooden plain and softly knocked on it three times.
A raspy, bored voice spoke up. "State your name and business." He said.
"It's me, sir." You said, confident.
"Come in." Levi replied. An order in which you followed without reluctance. You opened the door, stepping inside before pushing it closed with your heel. You stepped up to the Corporal, who had his eyes glued to the stacks of paper all around his broad desk, and put the tray down on top of one of the chairs. You saluted him as soon as your hands were free.
"I've brought you some tea, I know how filing papers puts you in a bad mood." You said, pouring him a nice cup of Earl Grey, and gently handing it to him.
"Tch, don't get me star
Wanted (Eren X Reader) AUGreystream
You know I'd fall apart without you
I don't know how you do what you do
'Cause everything that don't make sense about me
Makes sense when I'm with you
He softly shut the door behind him, a soft click signaling his entrance to the small house. He slowly took off his shoes, holding them in his hands as he crept past the moonlight room, shadows dancing in the corners. He squinted at the soft lump lying on the sofa, a blanket thrown over
500 Miles | (Levi x Amnesiac!Reader) [AU]espressocakes
( X )
Do you remember what it was like to taste the rain on your tongue and the presence of my lips on your garnet ones after the sweet dew coats your skin? Do you remember what it was like to hold my hand even when I snappishly reply to your childish desire of any sweet substance? Do you remember what it was like to watch the sunset, when I all did was gaze longingly at the ginger tint that painted your lovely features.
Do you remember what it was like to have me love you?
Eren came today. He’s an idiot, but Hanji insisted he stay my assistant. He refuses to leave me alone, constantly asking me if I wanted tea. But get this, his tea is absolutely disgusting it tastes more or less like shit and I have a strong desire to chuck the cup across the room.
But I don’t because you would be mad at me. So instead I pretend to ta
Die Young [Death the Kid x Reader]"Hm," you mumbled, under your breath. "I think this is the right house."DeliciousxSouls
One of your wealthier classmates from the DWMA was hosting a party. Apparently it was a big one, you could hear the bass from all the way down the street. You were walking with your group of friends, which included Maka, Soul, Tsubaki, and of course, Blackstar. The only one missing was Death the Kid.
You had no idea where Kid and his weapons were, and it was bugging you. Let's just say you had a bit of a crush on him. Okay, it was a really massive crush-you blushed every time he looked at you. And his eyes were simply gorgeous.
Anyways, you were about to open the door when a seemingly drunken teen opened it, nearly hitting your face. He slurred out a greeting, then fell on his face.
You sweatdropped. Sure, you liked wild parties, but your parents didn't appreciate it when you went out for half the night, and came home with busted glow sticks in your hair. You were the type that seemed shy,
Helter Skelter [Singer!LevixBlind!Manager!Reader]TheNobodyofaSOLDIER
Madness, an enjoyable maelstrom of insanity. That was how you described the phenomena known as a concert.
And what better example to use than the performances of “No Name,” whom you directed with the greatest of pride. Pioneers these lads were, determined to make a difference in a competitive industry. Despite your optic ailment, despite being stuck in a world of darkness, you took control of business with an iron fist. Even with your blindness, no one dared to mess with you, because you would take whatever measures needed for the sake of the band.
The high pitched shrieks of adoring girls and bellows of idolizing guys melded together in a strange tapestry of sound. The shredding of the guitar, the rhythmic flow of the bass and the pounding of the drums filled your sensitive canals with the river of music you loved so well. Best of all, his voice, Levi Ackerman’s, still managed to soar high and above over everything, over all the cheers, the static ridden speakers, ev
Dark Waltz [Dancer!Levi x Abused!Reader] DrabbleTheNobodyofaSOLDIER
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XS-fBWGtd5s Please listen as you read!)
“Take my hand.”
“I don’t know if-”
“Just do it. You’ll be pissing away all that money.”
With an exasperated sigh, you relinquished your will to the instructor, his hand gently cupping yours. You heard the slow rhythm and the low melody swirling around you. Levi’s free hand rested softly on your shoulder blade as he urged you closer, pressing his body against yours. Pieces of your loose hair floated away from the frame of your face as his breaths warmed your cheeks.
His silvery eyes remained locked to yours, the piercing gaze refusing to release you.
And slowly he began the waltz. As the pace increased, your breath caught in your throat.
“You’ve memorized the steps,” he half murmured. “But, you’re still thinking too hard.”
The dance quickened as did your steps, yet you matched every accent of the music. With each rise and fall