There he stood with tattered black wings, encompassed by molted feathers that scattered the plains like dewdrops on a blade of grass. Sedentary, never moving, he was a statue amongst the fluttering leaves and pastures in a world we dubbed, "Earth". Despair and loneliness enveloped him as if they were his only friends. His emotions had been cast away long before he stepped foot on Earth, his features forever embedded with murderous intent, sadistic pleasure, and a twisted grin that vocalized his passion for bloodshed. Lips stained and tainted with a familiar, crimson liquid, he reminisced of years forgotten, years wasted, and years regretted. The copper taste of blood washed over his system, yet none could ever compare to the delectable flavor that belonged to a beloved mortal. She, whose life fluid was the pinnacle of a succulent spread, the epitome of a perfect meal, was perhaps just a figment of his imagination now. Although, without her, he was nothing but a vessel void of a soul, a mere outcast living amidst human beings. Without her, he was a stone, perpetually sinking in the vast, undiscovered waters of the Pacific Ocean, nothing to secure him of ever witnessing the sun's dazzling rays in his eternal lifetime. Without her, he was deemed a psychopath, impatiently craving his prey with bated breath, when in actuality, all he wanted was to sink his teeth into her flesh once again.

"I don't think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love." Roxanne Westbrook believed love was a complex emotion; either it existed within beings, or individuals were void of true affection. Despite this ideal, her face was always plastered with a smile and her social butterfly status never seemed to falter considering the circumstances. Twenty-four with a stable career as an accountant at the renowned Brightfield Law Firm and surrounded by trusted friends, Roxanne was oblivious to the dangers lurking in between the minuscule cracks, and the perpetrators shrouded behind them. That was, until a devoted lawyer by the name of Levi Ackerman caught her attention at a local bar one night, who would then eventually hurl Roxanne into a horde of unrequited dramas, disturbing secrets, betrayal, and most importantly, one unexpected love story.

"I think we're alone now There doesn't seem to be anyone around I think we're alone now, The beating of our hearts is the only sound." - - - - - - - { Diego x OC } | Based off of Season One Of Umbrella Academy | (Completed 3/24/19 and now just writing extra scenes)

He didn't believe that love could affect him this much. A girl with every quality he admired crashes into his world and begins wrecking havoc on his heart. It's a shame that their 'perfect' society didn't want them together. Kougami Shinya x [Reader] One-sided!Reader x Ginoza Nobuchika {{cover by KraziiKawaiiXD}}

[Tokyo Ghoul OCs] She is a demon. He is a monster. Together, they manifest into a single force of dread, trial, and utter destruction. 》Rated Mature for vividly graphic scenes of violence, sex, and sadistic themes. Viewer discretion is advised《

[Name] is the daughter of a horrible drunken bastard, a.k.a Luxord [Surname]. She suffers from his abuse daily and wants nothing more than to escape from him. But what happens one day when he takes his abuse too far? [Name] becomes permanently disabled, that's what. But still Luxord refuses for her to at least be under the close attention of a clinic. Will she be able to handle her disability and all that comes with it? And if she does become free from her father's abuse, what will happen to her?

I wrote this when I was a child and it has major rapey vibes at some points so needs a whole ass rewrite. Read at your own discretion

}{Reader Insert. Fantasy school life. BOC's. Some characters will be OC now and again}{ Listening. Not something you do when reading. What happens when your friend tricks you into doing a teaching job at Haniel Academy for the Magically Gifted. It was either that or be stuck with an overly-friendly priestess. With your trusty Shadow Wolf; Dire, at your side. You stride forth to be a teacher for S class mages. The strongest of the strong. One problem. Your 15. They're 17. However, your advantage happens to be that your one of the seven so called Goddess's. Though your reputation isn't exactly a good one. Being the Goddess of Death and Destruction sure does spread some rumors. How will you cope being surrounded by guys that constantly flirt with you though slowly fall in love with the girl hidden in darkness? It is your turn to decide your destiny, no longer will you be ruled by fate. Who will be your light in the darkness? Who will care for the crying child you are? In who's arms will you find peace? Take control of your life and decide who will the one you fight for. You are no longer fighting for survival, you are living for those you love. Friendship, love and the will to go on will be tested. Will your broken heart be repaired? Or will it shatter, engulfed forever by darkness?

Being someone with a prosthetic leg gives you a lot of labels, some unwanted and some flat out badass. But being someone who's just gotten one, the world becomes very difficult sometimes. (L/n) (F/n) hasn't lost an ounce of her pride nonetheless. She braves through it, fights everyday to show that she isn't just a human with a severed limb, and somehow manages to keep up with everything. But people always expect her to break down for being this different. She can still feel everything else. She can still jump and walk and run. But the day she collects herself after a tough surgery is the day she meets a certain someone who seems to care a little less about her muscle-less leg and more about who she is herself. And she's thankful for that. DISCLAIMER- I DONT OWN HAIKYUU OR THE CHARACTERS THEMSELVES, THANK YOU

the stains that blotched their shirts were different; his from spilled coffee and hers from accidental cigarette burns. however, the stains on their bodies matched so beautifully. the red hickeys ethereally nested on her collarbones blending with the purple love bites trailing up his neck. [r. lupin] [highest: #60 fanfiction, #1 remuslupin] [warning: contains tobacco use & mature references]