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(Gregory Violet x reader) Admiration
Violet Wolf. The house meant for the arts. You felt conflicted at the almost haunted look the main dorms had, before shaking your head to let it go. 'It would be future inspiration.' You had been telling yourself that for ages. Today would be the day you put justice to your words.
You sat down on the grass, and flipped open your sketch book. You flipped through it, trying to find at least one clean page. You finally found the last one and pulled out a pencil and eraser. All your other pencils of varying shades were in your dorm room.
Classes were done for the day so many people went around you in their way back to the dorms. Your fingers became black from graphite, and the picture before you slowly took on life. Soon the buildings and varying background was complete. The building seemed to be lacking spirit though. This was the violet wolf house. If anybody should be able to bring spirit to their house, it should be these students.
You drew in a few people who you saw, but none seemed
Procrastination (Lawrence Bluer x reader)
Sapphire Owls. House for academics. You were subconsciously surprised. You spent your entire life being top of your classes, but always wondered why. You studied, but it must have been natural genius. You had one fatal flaw. Procrastination. And yet, you were in the top two of your all your classes. You would forever be below Lawrence Bluer, and for a good reason. He was a prefect. The best in the entire school for his own house's speciality.
What surprised you though, was that on the day before a written essay was due, Lawrence was in the library. That alone did not alert you, no, it was rather natural. In fact, the Sapphire Owls had their own library, with almost just as many books as the school's official library. What had you alerted was simply deduction. The books you required for information on this specific essay were on Bluer's table. All of them.
There was only one solution, and you hoped it wouldn't be considered rude. You slipped into the seat across from him, pulling out so
(Edgar Redmond x reader) Elegance
Scarlet Fox. House of nobility. Edgar Redmond and his fag were the two most beautiful souls in the entire campus. But Remond's being a prefect was much more than that. He represented Scarlet Fox through a degree of grace, elegance, and style. He, like a rose, could be luscious as the petals and then cruel as the thorns if he had to enforce or authorize discipline.
That's the brief poem left by a rose in the vast gardens behind the Scarlet Fox dorms. A poem left by you, he knew. The scent of the flowers you always carried was infused in the black ink and white parchment. A gorgeous, red flower pinned in your hair which always caught Redmond's attention. It wasn't just the flower though. It was the way you carried yourself, your elegance, the way you made people think you were the centre of the vast universe with just one look. Or at least that was what Redmond believed.
He slipped a perfectly folded note from his pocket and placed it back on the bench, placing his own rose with the one
Sebastian Michaelis x reader (connection)
There wasn't so much as a glance needed at these events. Adorned in a beautiful gown, violin music and piano in the background as you watched people dance. Across the room a man glanced at you. Or in your vague direction. You held it for a brief moment before finding out that they were staring at you. You then bowed your head in some shyness.
The next heartbeat, much too close given how fast a human could move, a gloved hand was held out to you. You took it from etiquette, nothing more, nothing less.
You didn't get a good look at that man until you two were on the dance floor. One of his arms went around your waist, another taking your hand. You noticed his pale, flawless skin before glancing upwards.
Red, an unsettling, wine-like hue, coloured eyes looked into yours. You felt as if you were being studied and you rather quickly bowed your head just enough to avoid his firm stare.
You spun around with elegance, grace, perfection. He was firm, strong, and just as graceful as you. The vio
Maturity rites (Chekov x reader)*Note: I'm not writing Chekov's accent in the dialogue
"I saved the universe yet I'm not old enough to get a drink?"
The Russian accent was thick, and Chekov watched Sulu tip back another drink of sake. Chekov pouted lightly, stirring a straw in his water, thinking that perhaps people would assume he had a drink in hand.
"Want some of mine?"
Chekov looked up to see you with a glass of Romulan ale, the colour and scent of it making it rather easy to guess.
"No; I don't drink anything but vodka."
You sat down and put the glass before you, watching Sulu get up with some excuse about dancing. He them drunkenly dragged McCoy onto the dancefloor who began protesting loudly before Kirk took his place. You laughed at the antics before glancing at Chekov.
You then waved your hand and told the purple-hued waiter to bring you some vodka. They nodded and Chekov looked at you with wide-eyes.
"Of course. You've drunken it before, right?"
"Da- I mean, yes. Of course."
Chekov copied your wor
Welcome and myths (Elrond x child!reader)When Erestor stood before him, shivering and clothes wet, bloody and truly looking hurt, Elrond did not question him. He merely took off his heavy robe and placed it over Erestor's shoulders. He took Glorfindel's offered one and wrapped up the small bundle Erestor had in his arms. His deft fingers made Erestor look at him, as if Elrond was reading all his thoughts and troubles. As if trying to find out what had happened.
Without a word he beckoned Elrohir and Arwen to come. To Arwen he passed the bundle, who instantly held it like it should be, a motherly instinct taking over. To Elrohir he entrusted his councillor after pressing a kiss to Erestor's cheekbone, the only place not covered in mud and scrapes.
With eyes set firmly and without a single weakness showing he stepped towards the group of elves from Mirkwood. He noticed a few had dark hair, from Rivendell surely. His gaze ripped them apart, even Galadriel could do it so hostile.
A single word was said harshly, full of
Bravery (Teen!Legolas x reader)
"You are a prince, you have to at least seem strong."
Legolas bite his lower lip, problems and questions becoming mute. He tried to match his father's grace, a lack of bow and arrow making him feel oddly vulnerable and lighter. He walked a step behind and to the right of Thranduil. His feet created no noise upon the stones of Imladris, but his ears did hear Elrond making a light noise. A trait he was used to another making.
He couldn't look at the Lord of Rivendell, something Elrond noticed but didn't comment on. He had heard rumours. He led both of his guests to the same pavilion which hosted the white council meetings. White and purple flowers adorned it, blossoming between golden and green leaves. Rivendell was truly breathtaking, perhaps the most beautiful abode in all of middle earth. A place much different the Mirkwood, where elves could truly link to their surrounding nature.
He tried to keep his face neutral though, not looking around like the fool he felt he was. When he saw y
(Thranduil x reader x Legolas) Let it go
"Does the temperature change in regard to season?"
Your eyes watched shimmering pools of water, streams intricate, small waterfalls cascading downwards. The walls were damp where the fire's heat did not reach, especially higher up. Looking upwards, it seemed to go on forever before becoming a pure black. Columns ran upwards making arches, all with curlicue Elven patterns of an odd design. It was a merge of various Elven styles, and you could note each influence in this cave. Especially the bridge, it spoke of Doriath and Menegroth, of times now lost.
"Nay, you will have to bear the cold. You should not stand so much in the dark, the fires will have to be a substitute for the warmth of the sun."
But nothing can ever substitute the sun. There were no trees and plants, gardens or plains to roam. There were no more starry night skies where you could spend all night looking at the mysteries out of your own world. No more blue skies or rainfalls, and most of all, no more Erestor or Glorfinde
5 moments (Thranduil x reader)
"Where are we going?"
The moonlight made his blond hair look silver as he brought you outside, to a sight you did nog see often. The shadows enveloping Mirkwood looked almost natural in the dead of the night. You could close your eyes, forget about the darkness, and be back where you once grew up. The forests of Mirkwood.
"I've been losing so much sleep. I've been praying to the valar too much."
"About what, my king?"
Thranduil didn't say anything, turning around with a small white light in his hands. Elder magic? Or simply a candle you could not see? He didn't let you guess as he placed it on a branch above his head. He then looked upwards into the dark abyss of night. His response was one he kept to himself 'how to confess'.
"Remember when we used to lite up the entire forest for your birthday?"
You gave a small nod but that was centuries ago. He glanced from the white light on the branch to the stars above.
"There's only one reason I haven't let Mirkwood fall. Because the stars look
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven GregoryViolet
“It seems to be that time, again.” With an over dramatic sigh, Grell stumbled over to you and grasped your hand. “Hurry girl, I fear I won't be lasting much longer, my vision has grown weak, and my muscles ache.”
Though you were more than willing to play, and very glad he'd chosen you, there was no way you were going to fall for his act. “Grell, this is only a game, if such trivial things exhaust you, perhaps you should consult with a physician.” Knowing you'd probably upset him with your snide remark, you walked yourself up to his purse and picked an item. You looked down at your item and crinkled up your nose. “I haven't the slightest idea what I'm holding right now.” In your hand was a gray mass of an almost clay like substance.
When you lifted your eyes from the strange item, there was a cloaked figure standing only inches from you. “It's an eraser, best used with charcoal.” After grabbing his eraser fr
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Cheslock
“Oh my dear mercy, there are a lot of you aren't there?” Grell placed the back of his hand on his forehead and swooned directly into your lap. “I fear I've grown ever so terribly feint my dear girl. You'll have to see yourself up.”
“Oh, you poor dear, do you need something to drink? I'd hate to think you're suffering on my account.” With a worried look, you ran your fingers through Grell's deep red hair.
“No, no, just leave me.” Grell cupped his hand next to his mouth and whispered to you. “I'm fine, but with any luck, my dear Bassy will come to rescue me.” He winked and waved you away. “Now go, have a good time my kind darling.”
“O-okay then, if you insist.” After gently removing Grell from your lap, you stood to your feet and straightened out the wrinkles in your dress. With Grell still moaning and complaining behind you, you walked to the center of the large room and placed your hand inside his
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Herman
Grell walked straight up to you without saying a single word. He dangled his red handbag in front of your face and offered a wide, toothy smile.”I suppose you've already guessed as much, but you're going to be our next player.”
“O-oh, am I? That's nice I suppose.” Grell was so close you couldn't even stand up to pick your item. Because of this, you had a very hard time reaching into his purse. When you finally managed to maneuver your hand into the handbag, you grabbed the first thing you touched. This item, was for some reason very heavy. “W-what on earth is in this thing?”
Somehow, already knowing you'd chosen his item, Herman stood up and began to walk towards you. He spoke in a loud, assertive voice that you were sure the better half of England could hear. “That is a weighted ankle brace. It's not even five pounds, you should be able to lift it with ease.” Now right beside you, he grabbed the weight f
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Snake
“You all will never guess what just happened, so I'll just go ahead and tell you. While that last turn was going on, I walked out to find something to satisfy this horrible growling in my belly.” As if preparing for a long, drawn out story, Grell sat down on the couch behind him and crossed his legs at the knee. “So I got to the kitchen and started looking around for something edible. All of the sudden, I heard this terrifying hissing. I thought I was going to die.” He pressed his fingertips against his chest and sniffled. “Someone was letting his snakes just roam around the mansion without a care in the world. Obviously we can't have that now can we?”
Growing bored, just like the majority of the guests, Sebastian spoke up in a kind, but commanding. “I hate to interrupt Grell, but would you please get on with it?”
“Oh, of course Bassy, since you asked.” Grell jumped onto his feet and pulled you from the gr
Sebastian x Shinigami reader,Demonic love,Part1
It was almost midnight and i was walking over the roofs of London.
Looking up i saw all the stars and the moon shining in the sky.
"Looks like a perfect night..."
I was interupted by a loud scream.
When i looked around me i suddenly saw a man in red and a man in black standing a roof not so far away from me.
I already knew the man in red, his name is Grell Sutcliff.
He was a Shinigami just like me but he was a little bit different from all the others.
Grell was completelly obsessed with the color red.
He has red shoes,red hair,red glasses and now also a red coat.
"Well it was a perfect night"
I sighed and decided to go a little bit closer to watch what the crimson red Shinigami was doing.
I saw Grell on the roof with a man and down on the streets i saw a boy around 12 years old standing next to a body that was lying on the ground.
"Did he get himself in trouble again?"
I facepalmed at what i saw.
Grell was fighting with a butler?
When i looked at the man in black i saw s
Crazy. Cheslock X Reader
“What a strange place. It's absolutely nothing like I'd imagined it would be.” Doing your best to remain inconspicuous, you looked around at the tall, beautiful stone buildings that surrounded you. “Now, if I could just find the right building.” Though it would have made thinks much easier if you simply asked one of the many people bustling around you, you couldn't take the risk. After a few more moments of searching, your eyes locked with a familiar face. Before you could escape he was standing directly in front of you with his hands on your shoulders.
With wide eyes Cheslock began roughly shaking you back and forth. “It's you, you're that girl. The girl from that stupid party.”
“Yes you blubbering idiot, it's me. Now shut your gaping yap before you start attracting the flies.” You shoved him off of you and crossed your arms over your chest. “Tell me, how on earth did you see through my disguise so
Dragon's Mate [Denmark x Male!Reader]Dragon's Mate
Denmark x Male!Reader
Notice: A tiny hit of the 'do' is happening in here. If you cannot take it do not read it.
Greedy and uncaring, but at the same time loving and timid. That's how your dragon is-- your dragon and yours alone. A sly tyrant of the skies, his people once ruled the world along side their chosen 'mate' holding them above all else and cherishing them like the jewels they really are. Even with this war between countries going on... you often ask yourself... why does he do this?
Why does he even bed you knowing full and well that you will not conceive a child? That his blood line will not continue? Why... why does he continue to do this? Humans deciding that the people of his kind were too strong-- binding them to another to create a type of 'weakness' in them. Women were often chosen for this-- being the ones to call to the dragon with their blood and to hear their 'voice' when they are changed.
But now... the last dragon is of
Demon at the school! Sebastian x Reader part 1
You kept looking forward and not turned your head to look at them. You kept telling to yourself that you wouldn’t cry but it was impossible. Ciel and Sebastian were in front of the carriage’s door waiting for you. With every step you took tears threaten to come out. When you were finally beside Sebastian who gave you a sweet smile you turned to gaze your three friends. They were in front of the grand gate of the mansion waving at you and your other two eternal companions.
“It’s time to go ____.” Sebastian whispered to your ear and you slowly nodded not taking your eyes away from those three clumsy servants. He helped Ciel to get on the carriage and tapped your shoulder to tell you that it was time. You looked at the ground with sad eyes and got into the carriage with the young butler’s help.
You sat across your young master and kept your gaze at the ground. You still couldn’t believe it that you were leaving the house you tri
(Herman Greenhill x reader) Chasing
Green lion. The house for sports. You could feel the grass and dirt give slightly under your foot before you ran towards the net. The ball at your feet were kicked in small strokes, quickly, and never allowed to be touched by any other. As you neared the net you kicked it with great force, hitting the bottom edge of it so it lifted its way above the head of the goalie.
They jumped and caught it, causing some first year students to wince at seeing that the goalie had bare hands. Many found they couldn't take it. And they wouldn't last. The Green Lion house, though held auditions to get in, always kicked a good handful out at the beginning. Many students didn't take to like the roughness. But others, like you, thrived in it.
The feel of wind on your face, pushing your body to the limit, gliding through the air or kicking off rain-soaked ground. This was what you were good at. And Herman Greenhill could see that.
The day was slightly chilly, making a few wear sweaters over their sports un
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