They met on a night of magic and granted wishes. There was a big oak tree on that hill. Old and strong, growing through the ages... and before they would meet again, the bloodstains would always get scraped off by the weather.(This was supposed to be a one-shot. It didn't work out. It never does.)…
CONTAINS SPOILERS OF ANIME AND MANGA'An ugly girl from by the bridgeTo destroy what she couldn't reachEveryday she'd go and preach...That the blacksmith's daughter was a witch'The old song that every child liked to sing in her village, it's been passed from parent to child in every generation for hundreds of years now. She loved it and hated it at the same time... Loved it because it was a sad but beautiful story, hated it because she was an outcast thanks to a stupid folksong of a girl and blue spider lilies.(Giyuu Tomioka x female reader)The story of Kimetsu no yaiba belong to the original creator, I own only the original characters and the plot of this particular story.…
There was nothing he could say to her. Because his friend was right, just like she usually was. They were young but the chances of them ever growing old were lower than just low. Maybe this would be the last time they'd see the sakura petals fall. Perhaps it was the last time he would see her alive. They were just 19 years old. Someone could say they were young, too young to die. "I guess we're not that young anymore, are we?" Inside, it felt like they were old. Nearly too old to be alive.…
No matter how beautiful the words are, the first rain will wash the chalk writing down from the wallsA collection of random poems written by me. I usually write based on my own feelings tho it is not a rule, so themes of poems are mostly:-Love/Falling in love-Breakups/Falling out of love-Anxiety/Panic disorder-Friendship/Platonic loveI hope you will enjoy reading!…
Every night he'd hear the violin playing, chasing his nightmares away even tho he didn't know who the mystery musician was. And then, on the day the baker's daughter moved away from Small Heath, it stopped.Tommy Shelby X Female!Reader…
There are people you never forget, no matter what happens. The people that live so deep in your heart that you would die before forgetting them and the memories connected to them. That was why both of them remembered every single detail of that flower, no matter how many years passed or how much pain they went through. They both vividly recalled every single petal, every hue present on it, the unsaid words of love it held, despite knowing they'd never see each other again.(This was supposed to be a one shot. That absolutely didn't happen.)…
"The lines of a drawing are just like lines of an actor in a movie. They can make or break the spectator's impression of the artpiece and sometimes, a smaller ammount of them can be more captivating than if there were many." It has been years since (Y/N) (L/N) gave up on acting to pursue a more stable career. She became a talented artist and is hoping to become an architect. After finishing highschool, she set off to the UK so she could spend a whole year there and prepare the perfect portfolio for the university of her dreams. But what will happen when she stumbles upon a casting, which she had no idea about, and makes an unforgettable impression? A chance encounter with Peter Parker, an actor she admires, on The Jacobite express of Scotland might be enough to change her entire world. This is the story of two people who were very different, but very similar at the same time. All that happens during the shooting of a movie called Lifeline.(I only own the storyline plot)…
Her manners were like those of royalty, she always helped those in need, she dressed modestly - so unusual for Hell. She was unlike anyone he has ever met before, so polite and sweet, like she didn't belong there at all.To be honest, it was a mystery to him how such a fragile and selfless creature managed to survive in the hellhole they called their home for so long.Well, that was until he found out that her sence of justice was a bit more than twisted.***"I suggest you leave the premises immediately, sir," she smiled gently even as her arm was lodged deep in the demon's chest, sharp claws piercing her black glove at the other side of his body, "unless, of course, you would prefer me tearing some ribs out when I pull out. And if you were to stay even after that, I am afraid I would have to use my other hand and rip your heart out. Do not get me wrong, dear sir, I take no pleasure in harming you but I will take any means necessary to make sure you do not repeat your actions."***This is a Hazbin Hotel fanfic, so there will be obviously mentions of violence, sex and even rape. So If you are triggered by such things, please do not read. The cover picture isn't mine, and neither is Hazbin Hotel and its characters. All of it belongs to their rightfull creators. I only own the plot of this particular story.…