Eric-DivergentWe were in the training room when i first saw him he was handsome he had a muscular build and was about 6’9 with long blond hair and tattoos. he stood in a way that seemed almost predatory he stood there. I had been zoned out think this so I was shocked when i heard Four yell Stella I looked at him he said are you paying attention I say no he gives me a look and says why I said because you're boring Eric laughs the class is looking at me like i'm crazy Four is pissed I smile at him if looks could kill I can see he's trying to control his anger he goes over to a chalkboard and flips it over it has all of our names on it my name is not beside anyone's so he takes Gryffin off from being paired with peter and put his name beside mine I here the other talking now there says stuff like she's so dead. Gryffin is about a foot taller than my 5’2 and about 100 pound heavier than my 110 Four tells us to take off our shoes and get in the ring. then says to me if you were paEric-Divergent by LollaMae
Draco Malfoy x Reader Seven MinutesDraco MalfoyDraco Malfoy x Reader Seven Minutes by CoinOperatedGirl666
When Christmas break rolled around, several students stayed behind to enjoy the peace and quiet of a nearly empty castle. You came from a rough background, so ever since your first year, you never went home for the holidays. You would either stay with a friend- the Weasleys were very welcoming- or you would enjoy the luxurious school housing a significantly small amount of people for the time being.
This year, you were joined by Draco, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Neville, and Luna. Part of you worried that the Weasleys and Grangers would want their children home for Christmas, and wouldn’t Lucius and Narcissa want Draco home if only for the sake of their image? But they all insisted that they were fine, and you didn’t say another word about it.
You all gathered in the Room of Requirement to enjoy hot drinks and play games. Harry had initially suggested the Gryffindor common room, but Draco whined about how he wouldn’t be caught dead in Gryffindor Tower,
Lucifer x Reader May I? SMUTLucifer – May I?Lucifer x Reader May I? SMUT by CoinOperatedGirl666
You pulled up the top of your strapless dress so that it sat perfectly over your breasts and didn’t reveal too much. The skirt reached your knees and fanned out to accentuate your curves.
Tch. Curves. Fat was more like it.
That was how you saw yourself. Fat. Gross. Ugly.
You didn’t understand how your boyfriend, an archangel of all people, could consistently call you “beautiful.” Was it some kind of joke? Did he pity you?
That didn’t make sense. Lucifer didn’t pity anyone. He hated people.
Your gaze traveled down your reflection as you stood before your full-length mirror. It was skin tight, but skin tight didn’t always mean slimming. Your pudgy belly was visible inside the cotton, straining against the fabric like it was trying to pop out. The chest was tight too, skin bunching up in your arms and across your back. Your calves and shins looked wide beneath your dress and you sighed.
You would never be pretty enough.
Bucky Barnes x Reader Seven MinutesSeven Minutes in FandomBucky Barnes x Reader Seven Minutes by CoinOperatedGirl666
A/N: This is a Seven Minutes in Heaven series. That means making out with your crush in a closet. There's no real plot. There's no character development. There's no continuing story. I've taken many quizzes that had 10+ questions like what you wore to the party and what your personality is like and NONE of that is necessary for Seven Minutes in Heaven. I also got bitched at when I first began writing fanfic because there was no "character development" in the results of my Seven Min quiz, and that's retarded.
As much as I'd like to keep all of the fandoms together, I'm writing these as I get inspiration, so they're going to be mixed. Some of them will be open to a smutty sequel. The ones that I'm willing to continue will have a note at the end asking for votes. If it gets five votes, I'll write a smutty sequel.
You sat on the couch, surrounded by your friendly neighborhood Avengers. Tony Stark had called together a party, for no apparent reason
Ron Weasley x Reader Seven MinutesRon WeasleyRon Weasley x Reader Seven Minutes by CoinOperatedGirl666
All of your friends gathered in the Gryffindor common room. It was late and most of you would have normally gone to bed by now, but no one was tired and everyone was bored and enjoying each other’s company.
“How about Seven Minutes?” Fred inquired.
“In Heaven,” George added.
Hermione’s jaw dropped and Ginny blushed a hundred different shades of red. You chewed your lip in thought as all of the boys cheered in agreement.
Everyone wrote their names on pieces of paper and placed them in a bowl to pass around. Fred waved his wand and conjured a wardrobe for the actual game, enchanting it so that it was soundproof.
The bowl of names passed around, everyone taking turns and coming out of the closet horrified and embarrassed. It finally came to you, and when you plucked a scrap of paper from the bowl, the name you read made you blush.
George took it from your hand with a grin. “(y/n) and our own little brother!”
You were pulled from
Gifts (Loki x Blind!Reader) One Shot
You heard your alarm clock ringing from your right side but you didn’t want to wake up yet. But you didn’t have an option on whether waking up or not. So you reached out for the alarm clock and pushed down the button to make it shut up.
You got out of your warm and comfortable bed slowly, groping for Sparky’s handle. Sparky was your guide dog a golden retriever with unusually blue eyes but the Avengers told you about the dog’s blue eyes and Tony laughed at how Sparky is similar to Steve which left Tony with his suits painted pink. You were the new member of the Avengers when Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D. found out that you were trained by H.Y.D.R.A. You were the best agent they had even if everyone at first thought you wouldn’t make it on battlefield. You surprised them during the Attack of New York but you wanted to keep your guide dog because you loved him and you could keep your disguise as a blind woman.
Sparky knew already your routine: coffee, shower, walk i
Supernatural: War or Pestilence X Reader*3rd Person POV*
Death sighed as he caught his brothers fighting again. Ever since seeing that human War and Pestilence had become infatuated with her, and things only worsened when they began talking to her and becoming friends with her. The two horsemen couldn’t go a day without fighting multiple times, which was probably due to War being involved. The oldest horseman walked over to the siblings, growing tired of all the extra work he had to put in due to these two misusing their rings and causing havoc in multiple places at once.
“War, Pestilence. Stop.” At their brother’s voice the two horsemen looked up from where they had been wrestling on the floor, War’s blood red eyes glowing as he picked himself and his sword off the floor. Pestilence shakily stepped away, clearly coming out the worse in this fight.
“He started it.” War snapped, glaring at his brother. Pestilence glared back.
“I couldn’t care less who started it. I want to
Arrangement (Zuko X Chubby!Reader)
"I'm getting what?" You asked, staring at your father in disbelief.
"You're getting married as soon as Prince Zuko arrives at the North Pole." He answered, and you continued to look at him in shock.
"Why am I just now hearing about this?"
Your father shrugged. "It hasn't come up before now."
You opened your mouth to protest before deciding that it was pointless. Your people needed the alliance with the Fire Nation, so you sucked up your pride and nodded at your father. He smiled at you, clapping a hand to your shoulder in thanks before exiting your room.
You sank down onto your bed of furs with a sigh. Getting married to a firebender, that would certainly be fun.
"I can't believe my father's just giving me away like this." Zuko grumbled, crossing his arms as he leaned on the rail of the ship, his eyes looking for any sign of the island of ice that held his future bride.
"He is doing what he believes is best." Iroh said wisely, and Zuko rolled hi
.:Meet Me In The Field:. Zuko x ReaderZuko x Reader for DarknessOnMyEyes
Always, from a yound age, I was Zuko's Servant. he was the next in line to rule the Fire Nation...until that day.
I was standing next to the bedside table that occupied the room, removing all the dust that had slowly gathered on top. I slowly stopped to look at a painting hanging on a wall, it's frame was rather dusty, I need to add that to my list to sort out, it was alomost starting to lose its pure shine. The painting itself was a rather painfully memory to all who looked at it, it was of Zuko's mother who was holding both him and his sister, Azula. It was a beautiful painting and yet it was also horrible, as it was painted a couple of weeks before her deat-. I soon was bought out of my thought by a large slam of the bedroom door, causing the room to shake. Zuko was standing at the door with the most scariest face I have ever seen before.
"Z-Zuko? I thought that you were suppost to be in a meeting with your fath-" I was soon cut of
Zuko x Earth Bender! ReaderZuko x Earth Bender! Reader
You walked into the tea shop, sighing deeply. One of your friends had told you to go here because you could get an amazing cup of tea for an nice cost, and after training, that's what you wanted.
A young man, most likely a year or two older than you. "Let me show you to your table." He said, walking you to an open table. "Will anyone be joining you?"
"No. I'm all by myself." You told him sitting down and looking up at him. His eyes were yellowish gold and he had this scar that covered one of his eyes. But other than that, he looked somewhat nice to you.
"Stop looking at my scar, didn't your family teach you better?" He hissed, pouring you a cup of tea.
You rolled your eyes lightly, leaning back in your chair. "Listen, you can give me a whole bunch of crap about looking at you, but I'm not doing any harm. And if you're so upset about that, we can take this outside."
He was about to say something, but then stopped. Turning on his heels, he walked into the back
Child! Loki x Child! Reader |Meant|
There are few things in life that a young prince is prepared for. Countless, colossal events to attend, when you’re hardly a few feet tall. Endless hours of studies and tutors when there are brilliant days full of promise and play. Rarely ever, are youthful, happy children ready for the stressful, time-consuming events that take control of their everyday lives.
For Odin’s youngest son, he was about to experience the third of the day.
Loki receded further into himself the closer they got to the throne room. His expression was an odd combination of fear and longing; fear, because he was about to meet someone who would drastically change his life forever (so he was told), and longing, because he was supposed to be pulling pranks with Thor on the various members of the council.
Such a tragic, tragic loss of opportunity it was. His father didn’t seem to notice too terribly, leading the youngest down the stretching corridors by a gentle hand, and his mother was painfully aw
Sam X-Reader - Wings and Things Rarely seen by humans, an angel's wings are something of a wonder. Vessels can see wings in their true form, a perk of being a vessel, but no one else can see them even if they want to. Unless, apparently, the angel in question wants their wings to be seen. The last thing Sam expects to see when he enters the motel is a pair of angel wings. He isn't surprised to see (y/n), their owner – she and Cass have been tagging along on this hunt – but the sight of two feathered pinions folded neatly against her back catches him off guard. He almost doesn't notice them, so compact are they, and they're smaller than he imagined. When she sees Sam, they do loosen and puff up slightly, looking like a white border framing her shoulders.
“Hi, Sam,” she says with a pleasant smile.
“Hi . . . what's going on?” Sam replies.
“Nothing,” she shrugs and shu
For you, My Lady (Black Butler x Reader)(y/n) was a normal girl.
She always told herself that, at least.
It wasn't her fault that the death of her parents brought her into a strange cult.
She was forced to help them with their demented sacrificial procedures, some of which are too gruesome to even speak of.
Normally, she would take care of the prisoners held in their dark and damp cells.
She was now being sent out to deliver the tiny scraps of food to the newest sacrifice. A long white dress grazed her ankles, with a bird shaped mask covering her face, her (h/c) tied up behind it.
She carefully unlocked the door, shining a sliver of light onto the young boy's face. His hands were bound behind his back, his eyes dim and hateful. His gaze shifted from the floor to her face, his navy eyes piercing through the bangs of his dark teal hair. His face twisted into a snarl.
"And what do you want? Have you come to torture me more?" he spat.
(y/n) whimpered. Her shaking hand held out the dusty tray towards him. She knelt down and broke