Tsunderaye

Listen: [link]   This is the last time.   The dread of that thought numbed your mind as a rhythmic tone of violin slipped in from the open window and bounced off the brick walls in the dark underground city. The music came as an echo from the street and a melodic voice accompanied the high-pitched notes. The room was silent save for the rustle of clothes and the soft steps two figures pressed on the old hardwood floor. Two pairs of eyes followed their movements, every step, gesture and turn, with interest – some more than others. Green hues attached to the blue silky fabric of one of the dancer’s skirt, as the candlelight cast

Note - There’s an inside joke at the end explaining your second sketchbook. (That is, if you don’t figure it out before, oh ho ho) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Ne (Name), what are you drawing?” Kano asked curiously, appearing behind you from nowhere. “Eek!” Squeaking, you quickly shut your sketchbook and hid behind Seto. Peering from over the tall black haired boy’s side, you replied, “N-nothing, it’s none of your business.” Shaking a little in anxiety, you held the book of drawings closer to your chest. Kano cou

"Eren!" You yelled from across the mess hall. He heard you and came running at you. He picked you up by your waist and spun you round. "How're you feeling?" You asked as he put you down. "I'm good, it was only a fever remember? I wasn't dying." He chuckled. "You were ill for 2 weeks. I don't think that was just a fever." You frowned, concerned. "But I'm glad my little brother's okay." You smiled, hugging him tight, unaware of the furious gaze watching you from the other side of the room. Wiping your brow, you sighed. You had walked out of the mess hall to find Levi glaring at you. "Hey Levi, what's wrong?" You'd asked. "Tch. Clean all the h

"(f/n)? What're you doing here?" You could hear Jean call from somewhere behind you. "(f/n)! Hello?" Eren called, much closer now. "Oh hey, what're you guys doing here?" You asked. They rolled their eyes. "We just asked you that." Eren laughed. "Oh sorry. I'm making flower crowns." You smiled and showed them your creation of different coloured flowers woven together. It was spring and you were sat by the oak tree. It was beautiful by the lake in spring. Pops of colour from the flowers shot up everywhere and the leaves and grass were vibrant. The sun danced on the water, sending fragments of light dancing like fireflies and wispy bits of cloud

“Imagine what people would say if a good girl like you wound up with an evil pirate captain like me.” Warning: 'Lime' content and some 'Dark' Spain, beware.~ “Oh look, there she goes.” “That’s her?” “It is! She’s a legend.” “She looks happy today.” “I want to be just like her someday, Mama~!” “Is that…-” You continued walking down the cobblestone street. As usual, people were whispering about you from the sides. “-That’s Whitebeard’s daughter.” You were known all around the largely-populated island—all

“Do you even know what you’re saying? Don’t ever think about telling that to any other guy…” Warning: ‘Lime’ content— beware ;) You closed your eyes. Iceland. He never left your thoughts. You’ve had a huge crush on him since day one. You had only met him a couple years ago, but since then he was always on your mind. You couldn’t help it. He was just so perfect. But you sometimes questioned his ability to love. He was so serious—all the time. Had he ever had a crush on anyone… ever? He didn’t seem like the type. Had he ever had a girlfriend? Had he ever liked

“Women love when we do this, don’t they?” Warning: ‘Lime’ content— beware ;) “I’m telling you; I’m the awesomest!” “And I’m telling you… there’s no way you’re better than the hero!” “You’re both such fools—neither of you could be as great as me. I’m the King!” You giggled quietly. Much to your amusement, you were hanging out with the ‘Awesome Trio’, which consisted of Prussia, America, and Denmark. The four of you were currently at an evening festival to celebrate the opening of Japan’s newest

   “I. Refuse.”   You spoke sternly, with conviction and firmness in your voice, such as to be sure your dear benefactor Erwin understood your unmovable position on the matter presented to you during the usual rainy morning you were so very often greeted by in London.   The look on your benefactor’s face clearly showed how he expected this outcome when he asked you to meet him in his office that morning after breakfast and the sigh escaping his lips only confirmed his expression.   “____, I understand your reluctance, and I well know your opinion on such questions-”   “If so, then you will not insist o

Overview The following is a reader-insert story starting right before graduation from the 104th Trainee Corps throughout the events of the first season. The story starts when the reader is unexpectedly asked to join the Special Operations Squad by Commander Erwin. As a rookie, she is surprised to be given such an honor of joining the most elite soldiers within the Scout Regiment. Captain of the squad, Levi Ackerman, is not pleased with Erwin's decision and tries everything he can to get her to leave. If that wasn't enough, the reader's appearance reminds Levi of a dear friend he had lost many years ago, making it even harder to accept her int

If boys are mean to you... "Get away from me," the small ebony haired boy dead panned as you sat down at the small circular table. It was the only table left and it had one extra seat that day. Petra was the only girl actually brave enough to sit down next the stone cold boy. You didn't want to say you were a stalker but you knew a little bit about the boy. I mean, you were his classmate it was only logical you know something about him. Everyone liked him but he was so conservative and unapproachable no one had the audacity to come close. Well, again, except Petra. Every boy liked her too, because she was so nice and pretty. It made you ups