|Fear| Asura x Reader|Fear| Asura x Reader by Clawz-chan
Fear. Something he didn’t have.
Your lips brushed lightly across his pale flesh; first his hollowed cheeks and then his lips. He never responded to these actions of affection, and you never expected him to. He was the only true Kishin in the world. He was on a god-like level, much like Death himself. And with the absence of fear he was unstoppable.
He flinched as you looped your arms around his slender neck. “Asura-sama,” you whispered in his ear. “What’s wrong?”
Fear. He felt it.
Like some wild animal, it gnawed at his chest trying to tear at his heart. Fear was terrifying, and it was threatening to destroy him.
3. Monachopsis: Prohibition!America x Readermonachopsis: the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place3. Monachopsis: Prohibition!America x Reader by yogoperson
It's not like they were different from the rest of them.
Spending their days in this lazy, aimless pleasure, drifting through their life like a big puffy cloud. The haze... everybody was in it. It was hard not to be. Anyone would come back from that war all jacked up like this.
Oh, the Prohibition. A time marked by hedonistic individuals, naked flappers drinking and smoking, almost uncurbed sex drives, gold and diamonds and sequins, outrageous fashions, foreigners, shady dealings, invisible wealth, speakeasies, illusions of greatness, and champagne that never stopped spilling.
Gluttony had taken a country in its clutches, and never intended to let go.
It was a continuous blur of color. Flashes of light, sparkles, sequins, skin.... your head spun from the blinding lights, the drowning in alcohol, the overdose of drugs, or the scantily clad women. And lord knows that in this little chasm of
2. Opia: Canada x Readeropia: the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye and feeling simultaneously invasive and vulnerable2. Opia: Canada x Reader by yogoperson
The snow that gathered in his hair and on his clothing melted and wet his clothes as he stepped onto the warm bus. After paying his bus fare, the blonde walked past rows of empty seats to the back of the bus. Taking care to sit down quietly and discreetly, the Canadian man patiently waited for the bus to start moving. Meanwhile, he pulled his glasses from his pocket and put them on as he reached into his backpack for the novel he was reading.
The bus lurched forward, seeming to slip on the black ice and snow that covered the roads. Outside, the ground was barely discernible from the sky, white snow collecting in piles and replacing the natural landscape with mountainous ranges of its own. The only things that were clearly defined were the jail-like rails that confined the snow on one side and the bleak, black road that seemed to stretch ahead into infinity.
Rememberance (CastielXreader drabble)(Hair__Color) hair gently swayed in the wind, the scent of freshly picked strawberries still wafting from her beautiful soft hair. Soft plump lips curved up into an infectious smile as two small ducklings hopped around her. The mother quaking at them as if she's telling them to behave. The woman gently picked up one of the ducklings; it snuggling up to her cheek making her laugh. Her laugh, oh her laugh was melodic, putting the angel in love trance. He was head over heels for her, even if he was a warrior of God, and she was just a human. The gentle wind tossed the end of his blue tie into his face, making the woman giggle.Rememberance (CastielXreader drabble) by NalaMarieTotallyRock
A smile spread across his lips, as she moved it from his face. Her hand moving up to his face, causing a shiver in his body. The soft touch of her fingertips made him feel warm inside; happy. She placed a kiss onto his cheek, the stubble ticking her lips. A happy sigh escaped his throat, as he wrapped his arm around her; pulling her close to him. "I love you, ___