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Brain and Brawn Dante x ReaderBrain and Brawn Dante x Reader by VampireGodesNyx
Stopping just outside of an old, abandoned castle, which sat at the top of a very steep cliff, Dante turned to you with a confident smirk on his face. “Don't run in head first like last time. I only let you follow me because you wouldn't shut up. So, if you manage to break your legs again, I'm leaving you here as a little snack for whatever shows up.”
Every time you went somewhere with him, he would bring up something stupid you'd done in the past. It didn't matter where you were going or what you were doing either. He just seemed to enjoy annoying you. “When are you going to stop bringing that up? It was forever ago.” “If you hadn't taken hours to finally show up, they wouldn't have been broken in the first place.”
“Right. It had nothing to do with the fact that you didn't wait for me like I told you to.” With a roll of his eyes, he kicked open the warped, ivy covered door, causing small bits of wood to fly th
Two Black Cadillacs Cheater!France x ReaderTwo Black Cadillacs Cheater!France x Reader by dessiekarma
"How cliche." (Y/N) mumbled resting her head in her hand as she gazed out the window at the grey sky.
"What was that, (Y/N)?" Matthew asked quietly, his eyes still red from crying.
"Nothing. He was always a pretty dramatic when it came to everything; I shouldn't be surprised that he would want this to be as theatrical as possible."
The blonde said nothing as he and (Y/N) sat silently in the back of the black Cadillac. He couldn't help but stare at the woman, adorned in all black. She looked completely broken but not in the way anyone expected her to be. In fact she had yet to show any emotion today. Matthew figured the shock was still fresh in her mind.
A loud honk drew the young man out of his thoughts. Some guy in a large trunk was honking, clearly irritated at having to wait for the entire funeral procession to pass. Matthew frowned in the direction of the car.
"Pfft asshole." (Y/N) whispered before leaning her head back with closed eyes.
Matthew knew this had to be hard for her. Ev
[.levi x reader] Work of Fiction[.levi x reader] Work of Fiction by VariaFran
The situation was complicated to say the least and fitted with small sordid details that were better left in your mind than said. The beginning of your relationship with the older and more socially distant upperclassman, Levi, started as a passionate and heavy love affair. If your lustful daydreams about a boy, who barely knew you existed, counted as a relationship. You thought it did.
Your infatuation with him increased tenfold when you were assigned to be partners for literature.
You were to read one of your favorite books. It was a romance novel about two people who knew each other for a short time before losing one another; they meet years later, and the emotions flickers back. The young stable boy burns with love and innocent affection for the woman he once knew when he was younger only to find out she had lost her memory. He slowly tries to rebuild the romance between the two of them once again while trying to stop the woman from marrying her horrid and connivi
[AU] Crescendo [Levi x Reader][AU] Crescendo [Levi x Reader] by VariaFran
“Keep your hands up, [Name].”
The ruler smacked down painfully on your bare knuckles; the red skin darkened, as your fingers throbbed with searing pain. You picked up your wrist, blinking back the tears that formed at your eyes, and your fingers ran smoothly once more over the black and white keys as you restarted the piece.
As the song came to a close, you pushed away from the piano and gently began to rub your sore fingers. “Mom, can I stop now? We've been practicing for five hours,” you pleaded.
“Not until you can play without any mistakes. You're still missing the c-minor.”
You nodded, too nervous to argue back with her. Ignoring the cramps in your hands, you began the entire set over and didn't get to sleep for another three hours, late into the evening.
You chewed your bottom lip nervously; the pounding in your chest increased as you bashfully walked onto the stage, the heels of your shoes clicking loudly in the silent auditorium. You bowed