MimaiKomaeda

「 henry x fem!reader 」    [Name] yawned and put away her Arcthunder tome. The day was coming to an end and fatigue was over the whole camp now. The Shepherds fought a whole pack of Risen right before turning in. Almost everyone just rested up, forgetting about the bear stew that Cherche had cooked ever so kindly.     “Psst! [Name],” Henry cooed from behind her tent. “I want to show you something!” The tired tactician’s eyes were heavy from exhaustion. She turned her head and looked at the dark mage with annoyance and slight… fear. Or maybe she was used to his unusual behaviour by now.  

"Why is it you insist on spending your free time with me?" Leo's voice breaks through the comfortable silence the both of you had previously been sitting in. You gaze up from your book out of surprise, furrowing your eyebrows at his question. His gaze is hard to hold, deep auburn eyes calculating and inquisitive. "I wonder..." you trail off, before laughing nervously. Leo's glove clad hands drum against the wooden table in front of you, not sharing in your apparent amusement. You gulp, your mind searching for excuses. You have no intention on telling him the truth, certain that if you reveal your feelings your cozy relationship with the Pri

≎≎≎≎ ❣ ≎≎≎≎ It was simply impossible to fall asleep like that. Thunderbolts struck through the overclouded, black sky, making your eyes clamp shut as the white, electric light illuminated the stormy night for a split second. The roll of thunder that followed a few ominous moments later caused you to involuntarily wince and clutch your blanket. Damn it all! You abhorred thunderstorms, but the lightning flashes and the thunder were the least things you worried about. The thing that made you panic was the fact that severe gusting winds churned up the sea, causing Fugaku to rock slightly.

A Fallen Dragon: Date Masamune x Reader *LIME WARNING*        "Miss (y/n)!  Miss (y/n)!" you hear a deep voice bellow after you.  You turn around with wide eyes to see Katakura Kojuro walking quickly and purposefully toward you, his katana and wakizashi pair clanking at his hip and a stern expression on his face as usual.        "Yes, Lord Katakura?" you respond, eyes respectfully downcast, your hands clasped in front of you.        "I am sorry to ask this of you, Miss (y/n), but Lord Masamune wishes to drink sake and specifically requested that you bring it to him," Kojuro says, grimacing a bit and looking embarrassed.  It's common know

090-xxxx-##3x ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The first time you had called that number was on a night that your car had broken down. You were freezing, and to make it worse, snow had started drifting down from the blackened sky and had begun to stick to the ground. After multiple, unsuccessful attempts of reviving your poor vehicle, you turned around and noticed a large, red phone number scrawled across the side of the building you happened to break down beside. There was a message above it that read, “always fast, always reliable, and always cheap!” You had no other options, so you had called the nu

        You weren’t sure how the Guilds ended up doing this, but here you were in a fancy dress with Guild talk and classical music buzzing through your ears. All of the Guilds were here. Your Guild, Fairy Tail, was the one hosting it (but it was in a hall big enough for everyone). Somehow or another they were able to cooperate long enough to put together such a thing.        You took no part in planning, Leevy and Mira seemed to have most of that under control. Sure, they’d ask you about colours or decorations, but you gave them short answers; you didn’t really care. So you just stuck to being told to show up with your Fa

There wasn’t really anything more unpleasant than instances where the weather abstained from reflecting the inner turmoil of your heart - nothing you could be bothered to think up, at least. Because it was satisfying, in a cumbersome way, when the sky was dark, dreary and rumbling with the onset of rain. The aroma, the sound, and the sight all built an ambience that drove home the feeling that yes, it really was all right to be upset; to be mad and devastated and disgusted. Maybe that’s why you kept a stiff upper lip, because you knew that stormy weather was nowhere to be seen. And when it was absent in such circumstances, it was

“Mi...sa...ki~,” [Name] purred, trailing a long, slender finger up the length of the auburn-haired male's arm. His body stiffened, every muscle tensing at he close contact with the beautiful female. She had him cornered and, with nowhere to run, he was forced to endure her twisted version of torture. When her hand made it to his upper arm, she gave his bicep a small squeeze and a suppressed squeal escaped her lips. “Ah, you're so fit, Misaki~!” The blush that had long since plagued Misaki's face deepened, as [Name] inched ever-closer to him. Both of her hands travelled up to the beanie atop his head and quickly remove