Shingeki-no-manga

The sounds of classrooms, papers, and loud students were drowned out as you left the building and made your way to the gym. A tall, dark-haired, volleyball captain followed close behind you, only saying things to you now and then, but whenever he did say something, it reeked of sarcasm and amusement. He didn’t have a pressing reason to follow you to the gym, he could have very well waited for you in the classroom, but he decided to follow you and occasionally annoy you with a witty comment.     “Kuroo, I can get your bag for you, just please shut the hell up,” you said politely, despite how impolite your words were. His on

You sighed as you tried to reach a hand towards your face. Your books were haphazardly lying in your arms, and you were trying to rush to class. You blew the stray strand of (h/c) hair from you’re your eyes, smiling to yourself as you turned another corner. You were in your fourth year at Hogwarts and you still got lost in the seemingly infinite castle. Your friends tried to help you, they really did. (Considering they were mostly Hufflepuffs and that was their nature.) You were hopeless. You nearly dropped your Potions book, snatching it before it hit the floor. You kept your eyes on the parchment that seemed to be balancing on your ar

You were one of the few well-known Hufflepuffs in Hogwarts. While the others were nice and calm, you were just a bit different. You were weird. In every sense of the word. Your voice was almost far-out, but it was soft and sweet all at once. You loved to smile, and make others smile, and did it often. You were ultimately friends with everyone. Even a few Slytherins. But, what really made you stand out: You were never put down. You didn’t care if every single student in the school hated you, you would still smile. You were sarcastic at times and gave the best witty comments. But, at the same time, you were kind and sweet about it. It oft

You sighed and ran your fingers through your (h/l), (h/c) hair as you stared into the mirror. Your (e/c) eyes looked back at you as you tried to find something meaningful in them. However, you could have sworn you saw the mouth in the mirror twitch into a smirk. Shaking your head, you wiped the image from your mind. Stupid lights playing tricks on your eyes... You bent down to fold the towel on the floor and stood up to be met with pure black eyes instead of the normal (e/c) orbs you always saw. You yelped as the reflection of ‘you’ chuckled lowly. “Look at you… (Y/n) (l/n). A useless freak…” You stared i

Remus and Sirius sat in their dorm. It was Christmas time, and the entire castle was nearly empty, save for a few students. And you. Sirius stared at Remus as he went on and on about you. “I mean, she’s perfect, Padfoot. Everything about her. Her (h/c) hair. Her (e/c) eyes. Merlin, her eyes are gorgeous. Her (s/c) skin. She has nice skin…” Sirius snickered a bit, watching as his friend stared up at the ceiling. “And you’re still too big of a coward to talk to her, Moony.” Remus blushed a bit, sitting up in his bed. “What would I even say? ‘Hi (y/n), I’m Remus. You have nice sk

It was no secret that Sirius Black was a sex God. Every female and student in Hogwarts knew that. Obviously. He could get any girl he ever wanted with some charming words and a wink. After that, he had them brain-washed. You, however, were completely different. Your appearance was taken in account in his eyes, of course. Your (h/l), (h/c) hair looked so silky. Your (e/c) eyes glittered in amusement and happiness nearly every hour of every day. Your (s/c) skin. Your gorgeous face. You were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Plus, you were in his year and his house. A double bonus. But, when you were different, it wasn’t just your

“Cheysalism – The amniotic tranquillity of being inside during a thunderstorm”           Hot. So hot... Almost too hot. Only yesterday the weather was rather cool and the sky partly cloudy. You could blame it on the chaotic climate of the Grand Line, but you had a feeling this wasn’t the case at the moment. There was not a single cloud on the sky and the sea was fairly calm. But you know what they say, there’s always a calm before the storm. And it’s been calm for some time.           After a while of silently staring at the waves, you decided to go inside the Moby Dick and see what everyone was up to.

WARNING: Sexual themes You hummed as you shampooed your hair, enjoying the way the warm water soothed your muscles. You were on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and you had had a particularly tiresome practice earlier that day. You heard some faint noises from outside the curtain, but paid no mind to it, as you assumed it was Katie or Angelina taking their own showers. You felt a rush of cold air, and turned to find yourself looking into a pair of green (mixed with blue) eyes. You yelped quietly and hurriedly attempted to cover yourself up with your hands. George grinned cheekily at you, but his cheeks were slightly red and he hurriedly close

*Requested by ~DoneAsAlways (https://www.deviantart.com/doneasalways) , I hope you like!!*          "Hell no, get out," You tell the man you had just found in your living room.          "I haven't even spoken yet," He begins, furrowing an eyebrow.          "I don't care Crocodile, I read the newspapers, I know what you're here for! I'm not going to let you take refuge here," You tell him, folding your arms and tapping your foot. He frowns at that. Before he can speak again, you feel a tug on your pants. You both look at the boy with messy red hair. He gives a grin with a missing tooth and points at the door. "Oh, yeah go ahead," You murmur. He hugs your leg before running