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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
(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
(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
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
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
Remus Lupin x reader (Marauder era moments)~1~
"Remus, where are you going?"
"Out for awhile."
"Is it a full moon?"
James Potter tossed in his bed, still mostly asleep. He had waken up to Remus Lupin leaving the room. The werewolf winced at the first thing which popped into his friend's mind. But, it would make a good cover.
"Make sure you don't get caught..."
Lupin was about to give a thanks for the concern but Potter was already softly snoring once more. Lupin made sure everybody else was still sleeping before slipping out.
The green-eyed youth walked outside under the half-moon, wishing somewhat he was a wolf. Then he wouldn't have this creeping fear that a teacher would scold him on the spot for being out of bed.
The night didn't derive any fear in him though, he himself was now a creature of the night in some ways. He pulled his black cloak closer to him, the night air still unsettling against skin instead of fur. His steps subconsciously sped up.
He began running through the courtyard until he heard speaking. He do
(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
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
Nostalgia (Thranduil x reader x Elrond)"The water flowed like veins down the mountain, and at her guard stood warriors of stone, marred by weather to create blank faces and dull swords. They never hesitated though, and became the entrance to our kingdom, into our land..."
Elrond's voice fell quieter, mind lost to memories and what had once been. He could see it vividly and in a blur all at once, a faint image remained and the more he tried to focus on a single detail, the more the entire picture blurred. It was a hazy picture but it would never go away.
The thin brush dipped into blue and white, swirling to mix the paints together. It dabbed slowly against the top of the canvas, on the grey and white mountain. It streaked blue in downwards lines mingling and mixing. At the top the artist drew two figures of grey, larger than the other buildings, much like the Gates of Argonath.
Elrond glanced down at the artist who was biting their lower lip in concentration, brow furrowing. Blond hair was done in messy braids which Elrond
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 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
Saying Please (Claude Faustus x Reader)
(Claude Faustus x Reader)
“Why not?” You puffed out your cheeks and crossed your arms over your chest in a pouting manner as Claude continued stirring the cookie-dough.
“Because,” he said simply. You rolled your eyes and groaned loudly.
“You sound just like a parent…”
Claude turned, his face completely serious, with the spatula in his hand. He held it out to you.
“Bribing me with cookie-dough?” You asked flatly. Your eyes flickered from the spatula, to Claude’s expressionless face, then back to the spatula again. Finally, you snatched it from him. “This doesn’t make me happy, but it doesn’t hurt things.”
You thought you might have seen the smallest ghost of a grin on Claude’s face as he lifted you, with little effort, onto the kitchen counter. You opened your mouth to protest, but Claude’s intense gaze stopped you.
To Make You Forget (Ciel Phantomhive x Reader)
To Make You Forget
(Ciel Phantomhive x Reader)
It was eerily quiet in the Phantomhive manor. There was a heavy tension that was almost tangible. Everyone knew what day it was. Even you, the new maid. You had only worked for the young earl for about a month but you had grown rather attached to him. And knowing what a dark and troubling day it was, you decided that you should do something to “lighten the mood”.
Knock, knock, knock! “May I come in?”
There was a slight pause. You gripped the broom in your hands tightly as your eyes scanned up and down the thick oak door. Finally a childish voice thick with a British accent called back, “Enter.”
When you entered the study, you noticed that Ciel was doing paperwork. &
The Scam (Ciel Phantomhive x Reader)
(Ciel Phantomhive x Reader)
“What you ask…is unthinkable,” the young earl Phantomhive stated rather bluntly as he continued sorting through the thick stacks of paperwork that had accumulated over a period of weeks in his absence. He had been gone for a while due to…business.
“And why is that?” You asked. You leaned forwards in your chair and placed your hands on the polished oak desk.
The young earl, Ciel Phantomhive, sighed gently and propped his elbows on the desk. He laced his fingers together and eyed you with an unreadable expression.
“Because I don’t lend money to people. Especially ones that I have just recently met,” he explained with forced composure. He had hired you a month ago despite several complaints from previous employers about your…inadequacies. You had already broken the vase in the hall, caught the rug in the sitting room on fire, and now you were
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
Claude x Reader Confusing In Every Way PossibleYou never quite understood him. You tried your best to please him, to show him that you could do your job correctly.
Another simple maid in the Trancy Manor.
It was all rather strange on how you even arrived here. It was such a blur. Like a smudge on an oil painting.
Your name is _____ ______ and you worked for Alois Trancy for three years.
Had you enjoyed your time in the manor?
You hated the sights you've seen your master do to the other servants. Yet, you loved him. You felt an urge to hold him close and block him from the outside world. Like what a mother would do to her new born child. But, the things he would do to the others. Especially Hannah.
You always wondered why he hated her so. You never bothered to ask though. It would him upset for you to question those in charge.
You had a strange relationship with everyone here.
Hannah was your friend. Your true friend. You always feel a spark of home and safeness when alone with her. You don't know why though.
Alone (Alois x Reader)
(Alois x Reader)
(Author’s note: This was a request from chals099. This is my first attempt at an Alois x Reader so I hope it’s okay !)
“I really must be going now…” You muttered as you glanced at the large clock hanging on the wall opposite the loveseat you were sitting on. You placed your teacup down onto the silver tray in front of you and wrapped your coat around your shoulders. The young man sitting across from you widened his eyes in shock.
“Preposterous!” He objected. “You’re not going anywhere!”
You blinked a few times. You were a bit dumbfounded by the Trancy’s reaction. Alois was strange, that was for sure, but you felt sort of bad for him. You sensed so much loneliness in his tiny frame. His eyes pleaded for company. You stood and approached the door only to be blocked by Claude’s tall, dark figure. He watched you with an emotionless expression.
“As the master so eloquently pu
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
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
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