Fun |Reaper X Reader| [Pt. 2] After that little ruckus you two had, Reaper took you to Talon's headquarters. It wasn't the most pleasent of visits, especially since you got to see Widowmaker, the prize possession of Talon herself. You despised her after what she did to Tekhartha Mondatta, and you hated her ever since; watching his body fall limp into the limousine, it left a scorching mark on the world.
You were told to operate and hack into countless networks to aid Talon in finding the other Overwatch members. You didn't want to do such a thing, but you were forced against your will to do so, or else you were sure to be executed on the spot.
You didn't remember how many communication lines and electronic devices you had to hack into, you never wanted to anyways. It was best not to remember such horrid things you did for them. Eventually, you were moved from operating the computers and other devices to having to train with your combat skills and weapon training;
[king's row] genji shimada.
i hope genji knows he looked like a fucking carrot.
"Genji," you knock softly on the door, "We've been dispatched again."
You close the door behind you, mustering up a smile for Genji. His room reminds you so much of what you've seen in Hanamura it's shocking. It's not too big, not too small, and a tatami bed is shoved against the wall. It's sheets are virtually untouched, but you don't suppose a cyborg really needs a bed, anyways. The floor is made of light colored planks, unlike most the metal and concrete base- maybe it reminds him of Shimada Castle, and a makes it feel a little more like home- and filled with simple, wooden furniture. A bonsai tree sits on the window sill: you've seen Zenyatta water it once in a while.
"Of course," he stands up, walking towards you and nodding, but you place a hand on his shoulder, holding him at arms length before he can leave the room. Genji tilts his head, ever-reminiscent of
Thomas Sharpe x reader part 5You turned to the ravenette, “she's to die? Why?” Your eyes were wide, wider than the dinner plates in the kitchen. Thomas turned to you, “the documents have been signed, the inheritance is ours. I do not love her and she knows this, there is no use for her.”
You bit your lip and took a step away from him, your hand still held in his, “are you going to kill me too?”
A long silence settled between the both of you before he parted his lips, “we should but we're not going to, Lucille thinks of you as a sister and I, a dear friend. But if you make the choice to flee from this land, it may not welcome you if you return.”
You nodded, did he think you would tell someone if you ever left? You wouldn't because they'd hang him, imprison Lucille. Though they were monstrous, so were you, so was every human. They just wanted to stay alive, keep the house up, and this was the only way. They could get a job, get out of here…
But they didn't want t
Nya~?(Sebastian x Modern Neko Reader) Chapter 22
The following contains vulgar language, sensitive themes and sexual suggestions. If this makes you uncomfortable, then this story is not for you.
In the Phantomhive household, the young lord had spent days in his room thinking over what his next course of action should be. He had found himself with too much time on his hands and he planned on using it wisely. After the incident with in the abbey, crime rates had gone suspiciously low in England. He had not received a single letter from the Queen nor had anything happened in the country since. It didn’t matter; it gave him time to think about you.
Ah yes, you. Y/n L/n, a suspicious figure from the beginning, someone Ciel always knew that he’d have to keep an eye on. Ciel had many theories, and new ones always formed after every minute he had spent w
Belief (PitchxReader)You sighed as you made your way through the crowded guardian’s festival, passing by a group of people surrounding Bunnymund and rolled your eyes.
“I’d rather hang with the Boogeyman then these guys… no one appreciates darkness like he does.” You mutter to yourself as you moved out of the crowd and took a seat on a bench. You groaned slightly as snow started falling above you, standing and heading towards your apartment. You may be too old to believe in fairytales any more but after that incident were the Easter Bunny never showed up and darkness reigned in everyone’s dreams you knew they were real. All the other adults would forget after this festival, just thinking that all mythical creatures that were here were just people dressed up but you’d seen what they did last week.
“I hope the Boogeyman is okay… after no one believing in him anymore he must be so devastated…” you exhale, stretching your arms above your head,
Day Dreamer pt. Four (PitchxReader)You jerk from your sleep, sitting up and glancing around frantically. You realized you had no idea where you were, taking in the strange stone room you were in and slid your feet to the floor.
‘I have to find Pitch… I have to find out where I am…” you think as you make your way to the heavy wooden door and pulled at it. It didn’t budge. You then saw it was locked from your side of the door, pushing it open and throwing the door back. You made your way through the labyrinth of stairs and hallways and got yourself hopelessly lost. You sank to sitting on the ground, pulling your knees to your chest and started crying silently.
“(Y/n) were are you?! Darling please, answer me!” Pitch’s voice rang through the hallways, causing you to stand and quickly glance around. A nightmare horse ran up to you.
“C-can you take me to Pitch?” you ask the creature. It whinnied, kneeling so you could pull yourself onto its back and stood, racing o
Just Your Luck (PitchXReader) You lay in your bed, staring at the ceiling. You had been lying on your bed for hours, attempting to sleep and only really moving to change your position on your bed. You certainly were having trouble sleeping.
Maybe, you thought, it has to do with the fact the dream I had last night was, quite frankly, one SLIGHTLY disturbing one.
Hell, who were you tricking? The dream you had last night was practically terrifying in an odd way. You had been in your room and you had woken up in the dream and, when you sat up and looked over towards your bedroom door, you had seen something standing there. Just what eluded you, you just knew that you didn't want to bother with that thing. You may not have quite seen it well in your dream, but it seemed to give off a bad feeling.
You let out a small sigh and lay on your side, curling up the slightest bit. Eventually, you began to drift off to sleep, eyes fluttering closed and sending you off to
Day Dreamer pt. Two (PitchxReader)Your eyes flutter open slowly, sitting up in your bed and rubbed your head. It had been a week since you had met Pitch in your “dreams” and you longed to see him again. But all your dreams had been rainbows and unicorns. Ick.
“I’m fed up with the dreams, Sandy! I want darkness! Not butterflies!” you growl to no one, flopping down onto your back and rolled onto your side. “Darkness would suit my loneliness right now…” you sigh, shutting your eyes and shuddering.
“Do you truly want darkness? No more rainbows and kittens?” Pitch’s voice hissed from the darkness, causing you to sit upright and glance in the darkness.
“Pitch? Where are you? It’s a little too dark to see.” You feel around on the desk next to your bed, jumping slightly as a cold hand grabbed yours and felt your mattress sink slightly in front of you as someone sat down.
“I’m right here, (Y/n). It took a while to get away from the
Movie night Pitch black x ReaderPitch Black x reader
Pitch sat on your couch in the living room waiting for you. Tonight was movie night and it was your turn to choose a movie. You and him created movie night so you had a reason to stay up till 1:00 in the morning.
Him on the other hand only agreed to join so that he didn't have to try and scare a kid doesn't believe in him.
He looked at the reflection of his face from the Tv and frowned.
"Do I look old to you?" He asked.
You popped out from the kitchen, a bowl of cheesy-pufs in one hand and a dvd case in the other. A puzzled look came over you as you sat down.
"'course not, you'll never look like a prune," he smiled, "yet.'
He shot you a glare as you chuckled, and put the bowl on the table in front of you.
He took the bowl and started to eat, still a bit mad. You rolled your eyes and tried to grab some.
He moved away and smiled. "Come on! Let me have some!"
"What movie are we watching?"
"It's a surprise." you stated, still reaching for the bowl.
He stood up, still h
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