Losing [Tomoe x Reader]Losing [Tomoe x Reader] by BlackFang-124
I hated losing.
It was a matter of perspective really, but to me, losing was never an option, would never be an option. It certainly wasn't about to become one now. That way of thinking though is rather petty. But regardless --I knew it was myself-- nothing was to be changed, I wouldn't be 'the stubborn one' as the hypocritical fox would say.
I was stubborn, for all the mirrors the vain fox had --he was many things, the hypocritical, the vain (I was only stubborn)-- he was most definitely the kettle calling the pot black. I openly embraced my stubbornness.
I yelped, as the sensation of frigid water awoke me from my sleep. Raking my fingers through my now sopping wet hair, a familiar blueish hued leaf drifted in front of my eyes falling into my lap. I glowered down at it, flicking it away with my fingers, as I pried away the damp sheets with a grimace.
"--Uggh... My clothes are soaked. He could have--." My knowledge of how his magic exactly functioned
I. Existence (Tomoe x Reader)I. Existence (Tomoe x Reader) by BlackFang-124
The little mortal, human he corrects himself, as it is the slightest more polite than simply referring to them as mortals, which apparently sounds of arrogance, though to Tomoe, it is more of a statement of fact, then anything else. He does not harbor the same disgust that Akura-ou does towards them, it is more of a nonchalance to their existence, as to him, in the grand scheme of things, mortals play little part in it.
Perhaps he has a distaste for them, which is minor, but well-founded, humans have this inlaid fear of demons, that has led to the killing of many of his kind for unfair reasons. It has led to a hate that burns within many of his kind, and since then the vicious cycle of killing continues, but it began all with the humans and their fears.
But to the present, a little mortal, a little human stands in front of him, simply staring or gazing, the specifics aren't clear, but what is uncomfortable is the lack of fear in the eyes, an emotion he has become quite used to seeing i
Mizuki x Reader- A Brave New WorldMizuki x Reader- A Brave New World by grellgirl16
You were a new friend of Nanami's who she met at school. You just moved from another town far from here, you seemed a little scared at first to be entering a new town and a new school but Nanami made you felt welcome and you two quickly became friends. One day your parents had to go a business trip for 5 days and your parents wondered if you could stay at a friends house for the time being. You decided to ask Nanami.
"Hey Nanami" you said in a shy tone
"Oh hey (Name) what's up?"
"Since your my only friend here, I was wondering if I could spend the week at your place due my parents are going away on business and I need a place to stay"
"Of course, when are they leaving?"
"Alright we will walk home after school"
"Thank you Nanami, your such a good friend" you hug her
"No problem, anything to help out a friend" hugs back
The next day you brought all your stuff to school to be ready to spe
Alone in the Crowd [Yandere!Kurama x Reader]Alone in the Crowd [Yandere!Kurama x Reader] by Rainbow--Senpai
The moonlight poured in through the scarcely cracked curtains of the window facing you, the light just enough to illuminate your silently sobbing face. The room around you was an unfamiliar one, but you were soaking in every detail of it through tear-blurred vision; your breath coming to a halt when the felt the pair of arms around your waist shift slightly. The bed under you might as well have been the concrete floor of a prison cell, because that's the type of situation you knew you had somehow been caught up in.
Being held prisoner.
You weren't at home where you should have been so late at night. You weren't in your (fav/c) walled bedroom, snuggling with your various plushies in your pajamas. No, you were completely out of place instead.
You were in a strange house, in a strange bedroom, in a strange bed. Everything about your situation only struck that one word in your mind, your foggy (e/c) gaze locked onto the shutters in intense thought.
This was all so strange.
Not to mention,