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Kuroshitsuji - I Love You (Snake x Reader)You remembered him as he was a small child, alone, lost, without home. He was different. He seemed to be empty. His eyes were so cold…
Then you met him again in London. You saw the circus going down the street, inviting for their performance. You wanted to go, but you weren’t able to.
One night you were heading to your house, when suddenly you felt an incredible pain in your chest. You fell on your knees and spited your blood. People came closer, but they didn’t want to help you. Because of blood. Because you were lying on the street, pale, your face covered in red. She’s dying, you could hear.
It was the third time you met him.
“I’ll help you, says Oscar.”
“… and you have a dance lesson at 5 p.m., my lord.”
“What’s this for? Lizzy knows already that I cannot dance.”
“It’s impossible to avoid this, since… ”
You turned your head as the door opened and Sebastian entered
Magi: Not a magician 5 (Judal x Reader)
5. The story
Three days passed. Everyone was bored. No wind, no enemies, no sea creatures, no entertainment. You were sitting on Hakuryuu’s bed, this boy on your left and Kouha on your right. You chose another card and put it on a duvet. Hakuryuu put his one on yours and Kouha sighed.
‘Fuuuuck youuu’ he cooed, putting his card and losing everything.
‘It’s the third day of playing this game and you are still losing’ Hakuryuu was saying ‘Even (Name) learnt how to play and is better than you.’
‘She has her tricks, it’s unfair!’ Kouha sighed and tossed all his cards away. You growled.
‘You’re going to destroy the cards if you throw them away like this!’ You cried. Kouha shrugged.
‘Don’t care. We have a lot of cards in our Palace.’
You were playing with princes after all…
You stretched out and looked through the little window. Sea. Sea. Everywhere you looked – se
Magi: Not a magician 4 (Judal x Reader)4. The promise
When you left your village, carrying a heavy bag with you, he sighed. You looked at him, but he only waved his hand. You didn’t ask about anything till you reached the nearest town. You were literally dying. You’ve never sweated so much like now and what’s more, you didn’t feel your legs. Judal told you to sit on a bench and wait for him. You nodded, heavy breathing.
It was already a dead of the night. The moon was big and bright and the cold wind was caressing your cheeks. You couldn’t think clearly about your current situation. It was just too ridiculous and unreal for you.
Suddenly something covered the moon. You couldn’t believe your eyes.
‘What is it?!’ you gasped. Judal sighed and jumped off of the flying carpet.
‘Don’t you tell me that you thought we are going all the way on foot’ he said and put your bag on the carpet. ‘Come on, sit on it’
You looked at it with
Magi: Not a magician 3 (Judal x Reader)
3. Magi of the Kou Empire
Those twenty minutes were the shortest twenty minutes in your life. You’ve never hurried so much like now. You wore plain, white dress and told your parents that you would be late for dinner. Then you left your house, stressed out and curious. He was leaning against the spruce, looking at you. You gulped and went closer.
‘Fine’ he said. ‘Let’s go to the forest’.
‘Is it necessary?’ you asked, having a quick glance at your home.
‘I don’t want anyone to disturb us’ he said and went towards the forest. You tried to keep his rate, which was really difficult because of your tiredness. When you finally reached the place, he turned around to look at you. You stopped and bit your lower lip.
‘Okay, Birdie’ Judal sat on a fallen bough and invited you to sit next to him. When you did it, he said: ‘You claim that you dream about me, that it was me who told you about rukh and
Magi: Not a magician 2 (Judal x Reader)2. The last chance
Fire again. The walls are collapsing, making you feel small and powerless. You are looking around, trying to see through the grey smoke. You are calm and silent. No one could care about your shout.
Because – you thought bitterly – no one is there.
As far as you knew, there were white butterflies and black birds behind those walls. Why were they the most beautiful things in that world? Butterflies and birds. They had wings which you could use to fly over the fire. Thanks them you could escape and survive.
You spread your arms and closed your eyes. Why couldn’t you just imagine that you are a bird, before you will burn?
‘Hey, your wings are burning, Birdie’.
You woke up. Your heart was beating very fast, your hands were incredibly hot. You sighed, trying to cool down. As you’d thought, the nightmare came to you again. Like in a vicious circle. Without stopp
Magi: Not a magician 1 (Judal x Reader)
1. The man from the nightmares
You were standing in flames, burning.
It wasn’t the first time you were in a such kind of situation. You knew perfectly what would happen next. You were looking for him, after those cold eyes, after that smile… You were listening carefully to the flames’ song. Your skin was becoming black. White rukh were surrounding you, you could feel their warmth, their power and your destiny.
This fire could be your strength.
It was a nightmare you used to have for all that nights, before you met him personally. Yes, now he was standing in front of you, in the middle of Leam Empire’s forest. How it was possible, you weren’t able to answer. Those eyes, that smile, that really long segmented ponytail. You couldn’t believe your eyes.
‘What’s wrong?’ He asked, coming closer.
You gulped, being all abroad. He couldn’t be real. You couldn’t dream about THIS
SnK - When... (Eren x Levi)When I remind myself…
’ Eren, what is it?’
‘It looks like a dead rat…’
‘Get rid of it.’
I took the rat and threw it outside into the bush. Then I met Hanji. When I told her about the rat, she smiled apologetically. She admitted that she had stepped on the rat when she had been running – of course, she was in hurry so she had no time to throw the dead animal away. I growled but she ruffled my hair.
‘Calm down!’ she said happily, walking away. ‘See you in the evening!’
I remember that I didn’t laugh. But now… because of this memory I’m smiling a bit.
When I look back…
‘Hanji! I’m not able…’
‘Calm down, Eren.’ Her voice was gentle and calm when she was leaning over me.
She put left hand on my forehead – it was really cold. She tilted my head back. ‘Open your eyes.’
I could barely see anything. The
Dni zwyczajne - cz.3Od tego momentu właściwie nie zmieniło się nic. Nadal spotykali się w poniedziałki, starając się jednak w pełni skoncentrować na chemii. Wieczorem w sobotę biegali po parku. Emilia zachowywała się normalnie, chociaż już nigdy, przenigdy nie weszła do pokoju brata, gdy przychodził Kuba. Rodzice byli zadowoleni z poprawy w nauce ich syna. Pan Edward nadal węszył, czy jego syn ma dziewczynę, chociaż ostatnio miał dużo pracy i wracał do domu po nadgodzinach. Powodowało to u niego jeszcze większe rozdrażnienie, co z kolei przyczyniało się do nadludzkiej uległości ze strony pani Katarzyny.
- Mamo, co ty wyprawiasz? – spytał pewnego dnia Kuba, gdy ojca nie było jeszcze w domu.
- O co ci chodzi? I co to za ton? – odpowiedziała pani Katarzyna, myjąc kuchenkę gazową.
- Dobrze wiesz, o co. I nie m
Dni zwyczajne - cz.2Biblioteka znajdowała się w alejach, niedaleko centrum miasta. Spotykali się tam co tydzień w poniedziałek, siadali przy stoliku obok okna i omawiali materiał. Emil przynosił książki i zeszyty z dwóch klas oraz osobny zeszyt na dodatkowe notatki. Kuba najpierw przeglądał to, co zamierzali opracować, a potem zaczynał opowiadać wszystko po kolei. Zadawał pytania, pomagał mu rozwiązać zadania z podręcznika i sam dyktował mu zadania ze swojego starego zbioru. Okazał się być bardzo dobrym nauczycielem. Gdy zaczynał opowiadać o chemii, jego szare oczy nabierały niesamowitego blasku, energii, która przemawiała do Emila.
Po miesiącu Emil zaczął przynosić wydrukowane matury z poprzednich lat. Nigdy nie spędzali w bibliotece więcej czasu niż dwie godziny, dlatego najpierw pobieżnie przeglądali zadania, po
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
now i see the stars.there was a time when i
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, yes i do.
i may not see the moon, but
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
surgeryi promised not to scar
my skin. so i cut out my
brain and hurled it into
just like cancer, the worst of me is dead.
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
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