Lunarius-Hunter

You were in your room about to go to sleep when you heard your window creek open, you sighed and walked over to your window closing it and locking it, you yawned and walked into the kitchen to get yourself a little before bed snack. You opened the fridge and when you turned around, you saw a rather handsome, pale man with long blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail, sitting on the couch staring at you. You squeaked and ran to the phone but was grabbed by this man in a blink of an eye. "Shhh... I would rather not kill you..." He whispered to you covering your mouth so you couldn't scream. You bit the man's hand as hard as you could. He

After a few minutes of silence passed through the room, Renji decided to speak first. “Hey (y/n), I heard some weird noises coming from your room last night. Did something happen?” You hid your embarrassment very well as you said, “Noises? I remember having a good dream last night, but I don’t remember making noises.” Renji shrugged it off, and continued staring down at the table. “Ichigo, how long did it take you to reach your Bankai?” you asked. “About three days,” Ichigo explained, “Yourichi said it usually takes a couple years, but with the learning trick she and Urahara us

~Kakashi~ A week without missions. Outside of ending up in the hospital from injuries, Kakashi rarely has this happen to him. Being the Copy Ninja, and known widely for his skills, Lady Tsunade usually has him jumping from one mission to the next with only a day or two off in between. After getting back from a solo mission yesterday evening, however, that is when it happened. Tsunade told him that she has been keeping him hopping far too much. Because of this, she decided to give him a week off to rest. More than anything, Kakashi should feel overjoyed. An entire week to do whatever he wants? After spending months going on back-to-back miss

There he was, awaiting you at the summit of Pride rock. His red mane curled and swayed in the cool, African breeze; his eyes closed as he breathed deeply, robust chest expanding with each powerful intake he took. You go up behind your king and husband, Simba, and run your body along his, starting at his flank and meeting at his head, where you both nuzzle under the suns comforting rays. “Did you sleep well, (Insert name)?” He questions you, opening his eyes to stare lovingly at you. You nod and purr, slightly leaning against him as he turns his gaze to the pride lands. “. . . Everything the light touches is now ours . . .

Hearing loud cries from the next room awoke you from your sleep as you groaned slightly, sitting up while sliding on your slippers and grabbing your robe on the way out of your room. Groggily walking to the next room you rubbed your (E/C) eyes as you flicked on the lamp in the corner of the room. Running your hand through your hair, you blinked slightly to wake yourself up more as you walked over to the white crib. "Shh..." You cooed, picking up the small baby from his crib and began rocking him back and forth. "Shhh, it's okay..You're alright.." You continued to coo the crying infant as you heard the front door open. "Ooh it looks like dad

It was an unnatural morning. It was quiet and peaceful. You could hear the birds chirping as your husband, Matthew Williams, and his family eating breakfast. Instead of Matt and Al fighting over the weirdest stuff, Matt ate his eggs, bacon, and pancakes glazed in syrup and Al ate his tofu eggs and bacon. Oliver wasn’t pulling out the swear jar every 5 seconds, he sat there, humming silently as he ate. Francis sat there reading the newspaper on a new murder in the neighborhood while taking long drags on his cigar. You leaned on the counter, eyes closed and drinking your coffee. Today was a good day, until- “_-_____,” spoke

Levi x Angel!Reader 11.5 Warning for spoilers If you have not read/heard chapters 84 and 85 read at your own risk You’ve been very busy since Levi returned you to the clouds. After your adventure on the earth below, you were promoted from Guardian Angel to Guide Angel - your job now is to guide those to their peace.        Currently, you are resting. It’s been a long day - you’ve brought five souls in less than three hours.        “Where am I?” a voice asks.        Not bothering to open your eyes, you begin to reciete the mandatory introduction lines. “Hello, I am afraid you are dead, but do not f

After getting you some clothes, Rin was kind enough to show you around the ship, which was smaller than you expected it to be. Of course, it was still quite big. Lots of people were aboard, all doing their jobs but were sneaking glances at you since there were no other women on the ship. You started to feel a little embarrassed. "R-Rin... Can we go back to the room?" You asked, tugging on his sleeve. He turned around to look at you. "Don't you want to eat first? Come eat and then go back. You'll get to meet the crew!" If the crew was like Yamazaki, you knew you didn't want to meet them. You were about to head back but Rin pulled you along.

Epilogue ~My Most Precious Treasure~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *I cannot stress enough to you the importance of listening to the music along with this. Pretty much, don't read this if you can't listen to the music. It's THAT important. Besides the fact it took me days to find the right music for this, the main reason is because there are sound effects and so on. And if you can't hear it, you'll lose a lot of the feeling for what's going on.* Other than that, please enjoy the finale! ^_^ ~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bc0TO2CnXqU Two years have now passed. Not much has changed

Our french mistake is not a mistake - Dean Winchester x Reader (Part II) Dean looked at Sam who had a bewildered look on his face. Though it was not about what had just happened between you and Dean. He was looking at something else. "What? Sam what?!" Dean asked but Sam just stood there, frowning. "Look" he pointed at something behind you and you and Dean turned to look at a big trailer. A sign with a star and the name 'Ackles' written on it. "Isn't that fake Dean's last name?" you asked and they nodded. "What are we waiting for, then? Come on, let's go in. We might find some damn answers finally!" Dean said and immediately moved towar

 Y/n was raised a survivor. She had to be. Growing up in a mutant-phobic culture was hard enough with out the added pressured her father put on her. Her father was a good man. He loved Y/n very much. He wanted to raise a daughter that would live long enough to see a better world. But often his good intentions didn’t translate. Y/n’s mutation was dangerous – anyone could see that. She didn’t need a match or a lighter to create a spark; she could do it with a snap of her fingers. And a lot of unfortunate things had occurred because of this. When she was five Y/n wanted to show parents how cool the leaf pile they ha

The smell of Christmas was in the air, thanks to a Yankee Candle Natasha had lit a few minutes ago. Gingerbread was the scent, according to the label on the front, a decorated gingerbread house to accompany it. Though something seemed a tad off about it, in Bucky’s opinion. His mother used to make gingerbread at Christmastime. She and Sarah would scrape together enough money to be able to buy ingredients they didn’t normally purchase and make gingerbread men for Steve and Bucky to decorate and eat, though as far as Bucky could remember (which wasn’t an overwhelming amount) they ended up playing with the cookies more than act