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Thug!Rivaille x Lady!Reader: Glitters like GoldChapter 18
"Come with me."
You looked up from your hands in your lap, upturned and empty. Your gaze was met with a giant of a man, with shaggy blonde hair and a stubble of a beard. He rested one hand on the door frame of the cell, his eyes fixated on your form. You shrank under his gaze, withering away from the eyes that locked onto yours. He gave a small nod of his head, indicating for you to stand and follow him out of the cell. You glanced down at your hands again, a small, defeated sigh making its way past your lips.
"This is it." You couldn't help but think to yourself. "I am to be returned, and I never even got the chance to say goodbye..."
Nonetheless, you held your chin up defiantly and stood, avoiding the man's gaze as you brushed past him and out of the cell. You could swear he inhaled deeply as you passed, as if drawing in your scent. How strange of a military policeman, you thought.
But you didn't see the wings of free
Thug!Rivaille x Lady!Reader: Glitters like GoldChapter 4
You woke the the feeling of clean sheets and sunlight streaming through the window. Your eyes fluttered open hesitantly, unwilling to leave the comfort of the bed, but they suddenly flew open when you recalled the strange events of last night.
You bolted to a sitting position, your hair flying messily into your face. The cold of the room outside the sheets was shocking, and your hands instantly flew to your arms to conserve what body warmth you had.
Your eyes scanned the room cautiously; For what , you were unsure. Your vision floated towards the window, where soft morning rays penetrated through the glass.
You allowed yourself to relax for a moment, knowing there wasn't any imminent danger towards you. A hand raised itself to rub sleepily at your eyes. A yawn stretched your jaw. You blinked sleepily, glancing around the room.
It was a simple room, a small bed for one person, a wardrobe, and wash stand. You swung your legs over the be
Thug!Rivaille x Lady!Reader: Glitters like GoldPrologue
"I didn't care, for in that moment, her eyes glittered like gold."
It was raining the night you slipped away into the shadows of the night, a steady downpour that was relentless and unmerciful. The rain streamed down from the sky in steady sheets, soaking through your cloak and chilling you to the bone. The night itself was as black as tar, no inkling of moonlight or starlight to be seen above the heavy inky clouds that hung over the Hermiha District.
Your breath came in quick, shallow gasps as you ran, legs carrying you through the dampened and dark streets of the district quickly and quietly. Your bare feet splashed through puddles, having long ago abandoned your soaked shoes. The sound was muffled by the torrent of rain that poured forth from the sky.
The chill of the night seemed to bite through your cloak and dress, soaking into your bones and very being.
Thug!Rivaille x Lady!Reader: Glitters like Gold"You're coming with us"
Your eyes widened in fear, you instinctively pressed yourself against the wall behind you, hands pressed against the wood.
You were too terrified to move, fear paralyzing your body and holding you in place.
A large hand loomed towards you. You closed your eyes instinctively, tensing and waiting for the hand to descend.
"What are you doing?"
You looked up, looking down the street and nearly crying with relief.
"I asked: What the hell are you doing?" Rivaille repeated himself.
You took this chance to slip past the military police and escape to where Rivaille stood.
"Rivaille!" You cried, clinging close to his side.
Rivaille made his familiar 'tch' with a grimace, as expected. You didn't expect him, however, to wrap a protective arm around you and hold you close. You felt your face warm as the Military policemen replied with a question of their own:
"Who is she?"
"My girlfriend, you pigs."
You felt your face warm with a deep crimson blush. D
RQ: Parent AU: Rivaille x Reader: Snow DayA languid sigh escaped your lips as you pulled a stray foot back underneath the comforter that you hugged to your body. The air in the room was chilled with morning frost, but under the quilt it was warm and comfortable in the arms of your husband. Rivaille's soft snores blew onto your exposed shoulder blade, tickling the bare skin there. Your eyes fluttered open gently, slowly focusing on the dim light outside, and the silent snow that fell from the heavens.
"Guess it's a snow day." You murmured softly. A soft murmur was Rivaille's only reply.
You relished the infrequent morning such as this. Normally Rivaille was gone for work before you woke up, but on days where it was hard to travel to the office you got to spend a few extra minutes curled up next to his warm figure.
However, on days such as this, the peace never lasted for long.
It started with the quiet sound of pitter patter foosteps, echoing down the hall on wooden floorboards. Then the sound of h
Thug!Rivaille x Lady!Reader: Glitters like GoldChapter 10
The days passed by quickly. The hours came and went, and you began to adjust to your new life in the city. Granted, the police had not yet stopped looking for you, but their efforts had been lacking as of lately. There were many military police in the tavern, but you always vanished before the majority of them arrived. At that point you would try and cook dinner for yourself and Rivaille, usually ending up burning the meal instead of getting anything actually accomplished.
Rivaille was always gone before you woke up every morning, and usually returned a little after opening time at the tavern. You never did figure out what had made him so angry that one night. All you remember was falling asleep on the couch, then waking in the bedroom alone, Rivaille already gone from the apartment. When he returned, he acted like nothing had ever happened. Yet you could see something in him change.
It had been a week and a half since then. You had been p
Thug!Rivaille x Lady!Reader: Glitters like GoldChapter 8
You pushed your way into the tavern, inhaling the sour scent of alcohol and earthy scent of dirt. The tavern was empty, all its usual occupants at work or lunch. Only the tavern keeper sat behind the counter, leafing through a book.
You tried to creep past him, but his voice stopped you:
You froze, turning your head slowly in his direction. You smiled nervously. "Yes?"
He nodded his head to a barstool. "Sit."
You knew you probably shouldn't be interacting with this man, but a part of you wanted to trust him, to make a friend in this strange tumultuous world.
So you sat opposite of him, hoisting yourself up onto the barstool and leaning on the wooden countertop.
He observed you over the contents of his book, setting it aside after a moment and crossing his arms. "What did you say your name was?"
You had to bite back your answer before you revealed your real name. "(Fake name)" You smiled. "And you are?"
"Gerard." he replied, offering a large, me
Thug!Rivaille x Lady!Reader: Glitters like GoldChapter 2
You watched him with wide eyes, rain pouring from the sky and making your hair cling damply to your face. He looked at you over his shoulder at you, his face partially obscured by his bangs which hung in limp strands across his forehead. His name echoed in your thoughts softly, like the whisper of the wind.
Slowly, he turned, and strode purposefully towards you. He stood above you, and you couldn't help but notice the way his shirt clung to his body, the defined wrinkles in the material. He held out a hand to you, his voice low as he spoke.
"Are you hurt?"
You didn't hear his question, instead choosing to stare at his calloused hand. You reached for it, balancing on your arm for support. There was a flash of pain before it gave out underneath you, sending you sprawling into the wet pavement. The cobblestones scraped harshly against your face. You winced as you felt blood bloom across your cheek. You used your other hand to
Thug!Rivaille x Lady!Reader: Glitters Like GoldChapter 3
You froze. Your heartbeat hammered in your ears, evidence of your terror. Fear flashed through your thoughts. Was he going to turn you in? Ransom you? Tell the Military Police who you were?
You stood suddenly, using your arms to push yourself off the cough, only to have your left arm seize and pain flash up through your shoulder. Rivaille looked surprised when you stood, but when he saw your expression of pain, he grimaced.
You looked up at him, fear shining in your eyes. He seemed surprised by this, his eyes widening by a fraction.
You swallowed thickly, voice wavering as you spoke: "Are you going to turn me in?"
Rivaille's face was blank as he replied, a pause before he spoke. "No."
Your shoulders slumped a bit, mostly out of relief. You didn't realize how tired you were until he had spoken those words. The fatigue weighed heavily on your shoulders.
Rivaille tapped his foot against the wood floor. There was
Paper Over You [[Modern!AU: Jean x Reader]]
The constant sound of keyboard clicking echoed loudly in the quiet environment, your fingers quickly pressing down on the keys with each letter. Caged between your forearms were notes you had messily scribbled down, due to procrastination.
Rain sloshed and trickled down the windows from outside, where the moonlight hazily shone into the living room of your apartment. Time was ticking away, just like the life force inside you.
You had all day to finish this assignment that shared the same deadline as the other projects, but instead of actually doing them, you had the audacity to neglect them all at once. Now, you were stuck multitasking in the middle of the night with panic as your running fuel.
The computer screen seemed almost blinding in the complete void of darkness, also known as your living room. Muttering a string of curses through gritted teeth, you typed, erased, then retyped until a sentence was more than satisfactory. You were definitely not going to finish
Criminal (Levi x Reader) Chapter 20 [FINAL]
The flames from the funeral pyres flickered high into the air and a dull roar filled Levi’s ears – the sound of wood and oxygen and flesh being hungrily consumed by angry red heat. As ash drifted from the heavens to dirty his hair and clothes, he wondered how much of it was hers. Not that there was any way to tell. After death, everyone’s ashes were indistinguishable from one another’s, and even someone as remarkable as [Name] was no more than an indeterminable cloud of dust in the wind.
Levi had never been one for ceremony himself. He would have been perfectly happy to stay inside, watching the peaceful, innocent face of his daughter as she slept in his arms, her tiny fingers curled tightly in his shirt. But Erwin had insisted, and so Levi had reluctantly handed Hope over to the midwife, kissing the tiny bundle lightly on the forehead and promising he would return.
He clenched his jaw and shot a pained glare at Erwin, who stood transfixed by the flames, an expr
A Letter to My (Future) Married SelfDear Connors,
How are you? I hope whenever you suddenly feel like reading this again you’re in that position in life where you can be proud of who you are and what you’re doing right now. I hope you’ve got that stable position in life, where you somewhat have a rough idea of what you’re going to do in the future. Have you got that book about Regius Noctis published yet? You should have by now. Right now I’m typing while listening to Daft Punk’s Harder Better Faster Stronger for orchestra – I wonder if you still like this kind of music?
Now, in case you haven’t figured it out yet this is a letter from me to you, myself in the future. This isn’t something meant for you to be reading like five years in the future; no, this is a letter to my married self. Yes, I will one day be married, and I hope I’ll find this again on the night before my wedding day. I hope the me right now who’s reading this has found the m
Nordics x Reader: Past - part 5Part five: Amethyst
Scandinavia was planning nonstop.
Civillians were evacuated, and soldiers began to prepare for battle.
Especially Sweden and Denmark.
As the two oldest sons of Scandinavia, they spent most of their time sparring and getting their weapons ready.
The tension was thick in the air, everyone felt the weight of the upcoming war.
How many people would Odin's soldiers kill? How much blood would be spilled? How many would die?
Too many questions, yet no answer.
(Name) brought out two flasks of water and handed one each.
"Here." she said with an affectionate smile. "For my heroes."
Each of them kissed one of her cheeks in thanks.
Unknown to them, a certain green thing was watching...
After training, (Name) went up the stairs to her room.
Closing the sturdy wooden door, she shrieked when she saw a troll stare directly into her face.
He grinned, showing his large teeth.
"Listen, green guy." (Name) said. "I don't mind that Lukas keeps you here. Just don't go a
Reluctant Heroes (Jean x Reader x Eren) PROLOGUE
On that day, humanity received a grim reminder…
A bolt of lightning ripped the sky to the south beyond the walls. You stopped to watch, your mouth agape. There was not a single sign of rain in the azure sky, only small, wispy clouds that floated lazily on the late afternoon breeze. Something was not right.
Your [e/c] eyes scanned the bustling crowded streets. As far as you could tell, no one else had noticed, content instead to continue with their peaceful lives, chatting amiably and remaining completely oblivious to strange bolts of lightning hurled from clear blue skies.
How can they be so blind?
You raced through the streets of Trost, small feet pounding against the cobblestones worn smooth from a hundred years of traffic. Adults shook their heads as you flew past them, muttering under their breath at your carelessness. You barely noticed them. There was someone you had to see.
“Jean!” you called as you rounded the corner of an all too familiar stree
That I am not myself
I am the faceless waste of my influences
That I obey the media like a god
And society like a saint
That I am one of the crowd
I do what is expected
What is wanted and what is told
Even when I know it is wrong
That I cannot think
I am a walking machine
That has given up freedom and thought
For the sake of a simpler life
That I hate based on color
On sex and religion
Unless it is popular
To say I love instead
That I am a murderer
A thief and a scoundrel
I witnessed the greatest crimes of our time
And stood by in silent admiration
That I hated because they told me to
I killed because I wanted to
And lied because I could
But worse, I let others do the same
That I'd do anything they'd allow
And everything they'd want
That I prefer to hate myself
Then for them to hate me
All this I confess
A Darkness so DeepThere cold so deep that it needs more than heat
A cold that goes beyond your skin
In your bones and in your soul
When the wind has frozen you for so long
Not even fire can warm you
There an exhaustion so heavy that it needs more than sleep
When you’ve gone without sleep
Without rest and without break
For so long you know
That not even a day alone
Will keep it from weighing you down
There is a loneliness so strong that it needs more than love
A strange feeling that persists
Despite friends despite family
It lives so long you’ve forgotten
What it’s like to have a friend
And even with those you love
A line is drawn, a connection cannot be had
There is a sadness so pure that it needs more than joy
When even on the brightest day
And in your greatest moments
A smile feels faked, with nothing
But a cold emptiness inside
Like a sepulchre
Painted in the brightest colours
A perfect face you show
A forced smile will come too easy
Affection you do not feel,
Warmth that is never t
Item  ~ Eren x Reader x Betholdt [SnK]
You stormed into the hallway and began to run towards the exit of the school.
“W-Wait [Name], we can’t just leave!!” Eren’s voice yelled at you.
You snapped out of you daze and dropped Eren’s hand.
“E-Eren..W-Why are t-they acting like t-this?” You said as tears welled up in your eyes.
He pulled into a tight hug. Your arms shakily wrapped around him and tears began pouring out of your eyes. Eren pulled you closer and whispered words of comfort into your ear. Bertholdt walked down the hallway and caught sight of you and Eren. He was beyond infuriated at this. He wanted to be the one to comfort you. Betholdt bottled up his feelings and approached you.
“Hey [Name]… They said they want to apologize to you..” Bertholdt said gaining your attention.
You looked at him with your reddened eyes and quietly told Eren to let you go. He looked a bit unsure but complied.
“W-Why should I talk to them?” You sniffed.
What will become of me?One more taste
Of your forbidden skin
That's all I ask for
On a night like this
Your body against mine
Calming my fear
Erasing my pain
Our shapes melting into one
Your love is the purest thing I know
Keeping my head above water
Just to breath the same air as you
Prayer is all I have to keep you here
I need this feeling
I have to have you
Without you.. What will I become?
Dearest SisterI wish
I could tell you
Just how beautiful you are.
I could prevent
Those horrid words from ringing in your ears
"I hate you"
"I hope you die"
And worst of all
"I never loved you."
I want to know
Who taught a boy
It was okay
To manipulate a girl
To the point
Lacerations would litter her arms
Bruises would decorate her body
And tears would fall from her eyes
I want to know
what his mother said to him
To plant those horrid words in his mind
I wish I could protect you
From the horrors of
This cruel world.
I wish I could
Cover yours ears
Block your sight
Would no longer have
A reason to let the tears
Slip from your eyes
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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