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Gone |BatFam x Male Child Reader |Part 2

Isabella couldn't believe it. Was this a dream? Is this the reality she was born into? It can't be real, it just can't be. But it was real. So real like the blood in her veins. There he stood, in front of the Ice Cream refrigerator and looking through the different varieties. A Wonder Women Action Figurine in his left hand and with his right hand, he picked out the Ice Cream. Half of them were Chocolate flavoured though. She smiled at the sight of him; (H/C) soft looking Doll hair, (E/C) eyes filled with endless wonder and (S/C) skin tone. He was small and his body had a good fullness. But not for long. He paid for the Ice Cream and walked wi

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Humanity's Beast 1

Please don't even ask me what this exactly this is, because I'm too have no idea. However this little idea of mine is stuck in my head since like SnK Opening 3 came out.......... Might turn it into a full Story at some point, maybe even a x Male Reader one, but as for now I'm just capable of writing those snippets........ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Joseph watched in pure horror how Elias von Rosenstedt, beats up his members in the most brutal way he has ever seen. Erwin, Levi and Hanji standing behind him, either leaning against the wall or sitting on one of the wooden boxes. So causally as if they didn't seemed to care, no, as if it was a normal sight for them. How can a single man beat up a total of fifteen people by himself? How?! Dear God, he knew the Survey Corps had some strong members but this? This was something on a whole new level. Then again, Elias wasn't called Humanity's Beast and Dancing Devil for nothing. Joseph turned turned

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World of Silence|Koumei Ren x Male Reader [MAGI]

{Modern AU} Index: (M/N) = Male Name|(S/N) = Surname|(H/C) = Hair Colour|(E/C) = Eye Colour|(S/C) = Skin Colour|(LFCS) = Least favourite Cartoon Show|(F/FP) = Favourite Food Place The Coffee shop, MariJane, wasn't overfilled today, even though it was Friday. MariJane wasn't really a big Coffee Shop, more of the average size with a decent style and pretty furniture. Their food wasn't different from other food shops but they surely were a bit expensive. Eating there every week is like gambling in a Casino. Though there was defiantly an almost within. The clouds got darker and gloomier by any second, adding more to the already Cliché look

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Kouen Ren x GN!Reader

Everyone has a catchy song they really like, it could be more than one, could be the most ridicules thing you would find on Youtube, but if it's catchy and you like it, you would truly gonna listen to it every single day, twenty-four/Seven. Non-Stop. And that would be your case at the moment. When you first heard Grace Kelly from Mika, on the Radio, it hooked you up instantly. The song was so catchy that you just had to buy it from iTunes. Grace Kelly was your new favourite song for the moment now. It was late afternoon, perfect time for preparing snacks and Tea and listen to your favourite song. Good thing your Boyfriend wouldn't be home ti

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Extraits 3|Trevor Belmont x Male Reader

Turned Fuck if I would knew. «HELENA!!» a single word, an name, was being screamed from somewhere within the Castle—echoing through the walls and sounding dangerously near—. Everyone in the hall froze, abruptly stopping their fight. Confusion clearly written on some faces, who wouldn't be when there was an sudden scream from someone unknown. Especially when the only thing being screamed was the name of their Mistress. Trevor lowered his whip, blinking, glancing from right to left, mouth turning into an frown and furrowed his eyebrows. He knew to who belonged that voice, has heard many different versions of it; be it from anger, sadness, happiness and so on. He heard them all and Trevor was more than anyone confused as to why he was here. He didn't want to really know the reasons though, because as far as he could tell, he sounded so fucking pissed that even the walls of the castle seems to quiver under the voice volume. Never a good sign, Trevor knew that all too good—himself had

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Gone |BatFamily x Male Child Reader |Part 1

"Not now [Name], later." was the answer he always got those past weeks from his Family. But tonight he wouldn't allow them to turn him down again, it was Family Friday (Night) after all and they already missed the last few. Not to forgot his missing bedtime stories. [Name] filled his daily Bagpack with everything he needs for the moment; colouring book, crayons, his Superhero Action Figures + Harley Quinn and some other things. Now to a important question, which Superhero should he hold in his Hand today? Batman or Wonder Women? Ah. Wonder Dia will be the lucky one today! «Are you ready Dia? We won't give up this time! Uhh which Book f

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Extraits 1|Trevor Belmont x Male Reader

Small steps to forgiveness [Name] faced the Catholics, a good meter distance between them. Trevor Belmont next but slightly behind him, whip already in his hand. [Name]'s only weapon was an rather old foil, some rust decoration the sheath. It wouldn't last long anymore, but for this fight it would. Just their luck to run into damned church people—who were after his head just because he told the Church to fuck off with their obsession and fanatic fascism—and of course only his luck to run into fucking Trevor Belmont again. An encounter he really wasn't too keen on. He had to tolerate the asshole though, till they fight off the little Church army and could flee at least into the forest. «Alrighty who wants to die first?» asked [Name] and moved his right foot behind his left, sword gripped tightly and pointed at his enemies. One fool run towards them, daggers in each hand and ready to slice or stab them. [Name] was faster though, within just an eye blink he was gone and re-appears

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Coming Home|Peter Quill x Male Son Reader

REQUESTED BY; 5ERPENTINE Warning; It won't contains Endgame Spoilers, since I didn't watch it. It's a mix between OU & AU, I guess? Standing in front of the grave of his Father sparked something unknown inside him. He just stood there, starring down at the wooden cross - which has been hastily set up after the dreadful incident a year ago. His father wasn't alone though, having his fallen comrades and friends by his side. He didn't care that the rain was drenching him to the bones nor does he care that he would be late and missing dinner with the remaining Avengers. Reading the name and date on the cross over and over again, sometimes c