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A Look of Love Makes The Day More PleasantIt wasn’t that work was particularly a chore, but the stories he heard on the job were always heavy on his spirit. Fuery was a well-liked member of Roy’s military squadrant, but compared to Havoc or Mustang himself- he often felt stuck in the background. There was always story after story of countless encounters they had with pretty women almost as to one up each other, although it was much to Havoc's disdain that Roy would always come out on top. Feury did everything he could to take such stories lightly because at the end of the day there was only ever one girl for him and she was all he needed to be happy. Seeing Alice reminded him that no matter how many his two comrades could seduce, he would always have someone special waiting for him.
It was much like any other day in the office, waiting for work to come around- for everyone else, but to Fuery it was a very important date indeed. His anniversary with Alice was today and he ran through his mi
Frozen Hearts//Strong MindsWinry had got this far, there wasn't anything that could turn her back now -except the chilling air of the frozen north. The winds and snow flurries were enough to freeze anyone to the core, but the thought of being closer to Edward and Alphonse continued to drive her forward. There was no turning back and by the look of things it would have been nearly impossible to determine her way home through her long-since covered tracks of snow. It wasn't so much the loneliness or isolation she faced on this long journey alone -she had been alone before or enough so that she could manage by herself- but the climate change from Amestris and Briggs was chilling.
It seemed as though hours flew by and yet time was standing still allowing the brisk winter air to nip and tear at Winry's face as she trekked on. She was looking, searching, hoping by some miracle to find a safe, warm place to sleep for the night, but the surroundings weren't so rewarding.
Work. Work. Work. This
Loss of A FriendThere was no worse feeling in the world than losing your best friend. It left a whole in your heart that not even time itself could heal. The bond between friends, best friends, is something that doesn't just disappear or dissolve easily no matter what the situation is that comes to break it. After years of laughs, tears, love and heartbreaks, nothing could erase the pain that was felt, not even ease it.
Roy couldn't help but live each day in pain. The memory of his friend, and the scene of his death- it was almost too much to take, but he continued to take it the best he could. On the outside he was strong, but on the inside he was weak. He continued on in his line of work, but he was broken. The office wasn't the same without him and walking the halls- empty. Life since his murder hadn't been the same, but his death wouldn't be in vain.
Day after day since it had happened Roy worked harder and harder to solve the most important problem e had been given- the murder of his best friend.
Roy and Riza FMA 6Roy and Riza FMA 6
With everything they had been put through, nothing hurt worse than when she was reassigned. Watching her pack her things from his office and not being able to stop her. No longer being able to be by her side protecting her, or having her to not only support him, but protect him as well. No one knew him like she did. She was his everything.
His world appeared to be crashing down around him; his men ,wounded and killed. His woman was taken under the enemies control, but kept close enough to go without suspicion. The war he was fighting seemed endless and impossible. There were very slim sights of an end and with the dwindling number in his forces it was hard to keep going strong. What he wouldn't give to have things the way they were before. What he wouldn't do just to have them back.
Although, no matter how bad the situation got; no matter how far away from him the Fuhrer kept her, he would continue to fight. He would fight to get her back. He would change the whole
Love At First SightJames walked through the front door to find a mother in hysterics.
"She's been taken James! They have her! Those dogs!"
"Where did they go?"
"I don't know! Those dirty mutts! James can you get her back?"
"Sure. I'll have to find them, but once I do, I'll get her back."
"Oh thank you James! I know I can count on you!"
James closed the door behind him. 'Liz Raveheart. Twenty years of age. Kidnapped by werewolves.' This was the work he was now stuck with . James, after becoming a vampire, was left bringing back some girl he had never met. He definitely had his work cut out for him. He returned home before heading out to look for her. He loaded his pistols and sharpened his knives before hiding them away on his person and heading out. He would have to prepare himself for the worst. Dealing with werewolves would be no easy task and he was going to make sure he would be ready for them.
He knew a few places where he has run into werewolves before, but where exactly they had taken her
Arguing With a ChildSteve Rogers X Tony Stark
It was late and the new energy reactor Tony was working on wasn’t working with him. Everything he tried had blown up in his face and he couldn’t figure out why. It didn’t help much that Steve was watching from behind the whole time. This made Tony under more pressure and made him increasingly more nervous than he should have been. Steve didn’t quite understand what he was working on, or what it was supposed to do, but he quite aware that it had failed with Tony’s unsatisfied sighs. This consistent string of failures was causing Tony to drink heavily throughout the process, possibly leading to his failures.
“It doesn’t seem to be working Tony; maybe you should take a break.” Tony turned and looked at him, a bit too aggravated.
“Do you know what I’m doing? Do you understand any of this? I didn’t think so, go make yourself useful and get me another drink.” He went ba
Bruises [Trainer!Levi x Abused!Reader] [AU]
[Warning: addresses abusive relationships]
With an aggravated growl, you burrowed your leg into the heavy bag with everything you had. The slam sent vibrations of pain through your shin but the strike sent it ramming into the wall with a thud. You were the only one left in the studio, so you could yell, growl, make as much noise as you so chose. As it swung back at you, you reeled back your leg, performing the same round kick into your target. Again, sharp pain jolted through the used limb but the rush you felt overrode any discomfort. Instead, you continued on with a series of punches and strikes with your palm. The cool adrenaline filled you like fuel, allowing to sending more hits with the greatest of force. The more contact you made, the harder effect it left on your tender skin. But, you swallowed hard and pushed.
One last punch, you thought. Winding back, directing all your attention to the indention in the bag, you fired. Unfortunate
Ponyboy (Jean X Reader) Farm!AU
Jean was born into a broken family. The usual slut mom and alcoholic father, drug addict sibling. And like any other normal thirteen-year-old boy, he ran away. He did it gladly. But, where was a boy to go? Damn, he didn’t know, he just wanted to get as far away from that godforsaken home as possible. So he stayed from place to place. Hiding out in sheds, in an empty dumpster, behind an old building, and on occasions, in the woods.
One day, he was sitting on the curb of a crowded town. It was more of a market, with venders running to and fro with goods to trade or buy off each other. He stayed there to just watch the people pass by, it was better than anything else. Nothing really stuck out to him. Until he saw… you.
You seemed only ten years old. Wide, innocent eyes with your hands clasped in front of you, you approached the strange boy with muffin hair and golden eyes. “Hello,” you said softly, a small smile gracing your lips.
Jean scanned you up and down. A pl
Test Week [Punk!Levi x Tall!Reader] [AU]
COLLEGE. What more was there to say? Anyone asking you the question “how’s life” new exactly what you meant just with that one, dreaded word: college. You hated it, yet you were obligated to attend to proceed onward with your life. It made you want to tear out every hair follicle, yet you needed to go for your desired career. You were forced into taking classes you despised and enjoyed, but both overloaded you with assignments and projects that it didn’t matter. Sometimes, it felt like you were merely studying to pass an exam rather than actually learn something. It transformed you from a chipper student to a loathsome hermit, grouchy and disgusted with everything, seeking comfort in only coffee and any other delicious foods that brought you instant joy before it immediately depleted upon finishing it.
This was your life now. No fun, no social interactions and a constant crick in your neck.
It was a dark and stormy night when you spent another late night hanging
Incubus!Levi x Reader |By Her Side|"Levi, I promise, it'll just be an hour at the most! It's not like you have anything better to do." She told me with a pout, her gentle hand reaching out towards my own. I let out a forced growl, before retracting my hand that was almost in her grasp. I hesitated for a moment when I saw the slight pain in her (e/c) eyes, but nevertheless managed to frown towards her.
"You're such a pain in the ass. How many times do I have to tell you, no! Now get the hell out, before I kick you out myself." I tell her, as I lowered my voice to the point my vocal chords hurt. But I had to scare her away - no, I wouldn't let her innocent (e/c) hues see my other side.
"B-But you've been cooped up here all day, I just want-"
"Get this through your thick skull, you idiot. I don't want you here. Now leave." I mumble to her, before looking away. I couldn't see her expression, nor did I want to. Her beautiful face was probably frowning, and damn did I despise being the cause of her fowl mood.
Five Nights at Freddy'sXMale!Reader
With Love, From Us
Today, you woke up with a frown.
Today, you woke up with a sigh.
Today, you dressed yourself in your work uniform quite begrudgingly, and headed out of your house with a sour expression; being sure to lock it once you left.
Today, it was your birthday. Oh, joy.
"Stupid birthday," You sighed to yourself, kicking a pebble with the toe of your (f/c) shoe while taking a step down the sidewalk. You were on your way to work, currently, and walking was a bit of a pain in the ass—and legs—without being able to afford gas for your car. Hell, it even bummed you more to know that you had to work on your birthday, despite how much you hated it.
Yes, there is such a thing as a person hating his own birthday.
The reason you were so foul about it were due to many, many reasons; a majority of them being too painful to bring up that it caused you to cringe. Some were even so depressing that you wished that a birthday such as yours never existed.
Stealer- (Levi x Reader) [AU]
You used to pretend not to know my heart
“Why do you like flowers so much?
“Nobody said you had to like them too,” You pout, cheery lips curled as you lean over and pluck a single daisy from the span of meadow. Levi huffs, rolling his eyes dramatically and purposefully shoving his fists into his torn pockets. In the fluttering spring breeze, the petals pirouetted around your body, outlining the soft curves you bore. If you had only been wearing that summer dress he suggested earlier, then the scene would look as if it came right out of a movie.
You couldn’t be any less elegant at this moment, but the chaotic state of your silk locks was oddly attractive to Levi.
“Levi come here.”
Chains: Part 45 (Eyeless Jack x Reader)
“Good morning, Jacky.”
Jack grunted softly at the voice, his eyelids twitching. He was on the edge of sleep, his mind groggy and his breathing shallow. Right now he just wanted to go back to sleep, his eyelids too heavy to open. If given a few seconds, he probably would, just slip right back into his previous dream. However, he never got the opportunity.
A small weight suddenly rested on his head, making him flinch slightly. Grunting once more, he groggily opened one eye, staring at the faded gray carpet which had become so familiar to him lately. Slowly he raised his head, blinking as he tried to see through the groggy blur consuming his vision. A grizzled man was crouched in front of him, offering a bright white grin that seemed to glow in the dim light.
“Still waking up, I see.” The weight on his head lifted slightly before ret
Romano x Reader: Do Not Pull8. Innocence
“Chigi!” You blinked and looked at Lovino’s red, flustered, and somewhat frustrated face. You glanced between his ever deepening blush and the hair curl pinched between your to fingers.
“R-ragazza…” he started but his sentence was choked back by the motion of you twirling the curl around your index finger.
“This is a pretty weird curl, Lovi,” you said as you gave it another firm tug.
“Fuck!” he swore as you continued to mess with it before he somewhat roughly grabbed your wrists and pinned you down on the couch the two of you had been sitting on with your hands above your head. He was panting heavily as he looked down at you, giving your body a once over. Damn you looked good. You just tilted your head innocently, urging him to violate that innocence as hard and rough as possible. Thankfully, he had more self-control than that. “Ragazza…, _______, that curl….”
“What about it?” y
The Perfect Punishment (Tutor!Sebastian x Reader)
You watched his lips move in mute fascination, the thin, pale petals flowing over antiquated terms. You learned on the hard oak table while your chin was cupped in your palm. You vaguely understood that Sebastian was discussing that Shakespeare fellow, but you couldn't care less. All you needed to know was that gorgeous cardinal eyes were fixated on your young form, and that his blindingly handsome face looked so sexy when he concentrated.
You blinked, sitting back so quickly the chair wavered. You felt like he had asked something of importance. Hot embarrassment crept up your neck as a heavily awkward silence set in.
"I asked you, do you understand Ophelia and Hamlets importance to the play?"
You feigned a cough as you scrambled to organize your notes. Their was no point to this action, seeing as you hadn't written a damn thing since your tutor started talk
Another Allen and Lenalee DGMAllen and Lenalee DGM
(Allen had nothing to do so Lenalee took him on a walk)
Allen: It's nice to have a day off. (puts hands in pockets)
Lenalee: The Millenium Earl has been creating so many Akuma, it's hard to get a day off. (looks up at the sky and stops walking)
Allen: Those poor souls won't get to rest with the Millenium Earl running them around. (looks up and stops with Lenalee)
Lenalee: I worry about you Allen...(turns her attention to Allen) fighting the Akuma, you put yourself in danger...
Allen: (looks at Lenalee) You're put in danger too Lena...
Lenalee: (looking down, crying) I'm used to this Allen...but...
Allen: Don't cry Lenalee...(pulls her close to him) I'll be fine, trust me (smiles)
Lenalee: but Allen...(tears running down her cheeks, looking up at him)
Allen: Don't worry Lenalee, I'll be safe...for you. So you don't worry (wiped away her tear and held her close)
Lenalee: Allen...(stayed in his arms)
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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