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Gangs n' Thangs: Masaomi Kida x Reader(yes i am aware I spelled "things" wrong. i wanted it to rhyme so don't judge me.)
It was a normal day in Ikebukuro. Or normal for the people who lived there, at least.
Today was a chilly day, and you tugged the collar of your jacket up to both keep warm and hide the yellow scarf you kept hidden beneath it. You were headed to a small warehouse at the other end of town, for a meeting with the other yellow scarves. The leader of the group had said it was urgent, and that he wanted to tell everyone. You knew the leader. Masaomi Kida.
You two had noticed you both went to the same school, so at a gang meeting you both had decided it would be best to not socialize much out of the scarves, mostly for protection of the group. Although you agreed with him, you were now beginning to regret that decision.
When you became a member of the yellow scarves, you were in a rut and needed money. Your parents lived a few cities away
Today Was A Fairytale Kurama x Reader
“Today Was A Fairytale” By Taylor Swift
You remember the first day you meet the red hair boy like it was yesterday. You were walking home at night from dance practice. It was a little after 9 p.m. and dark outside. You decided to cut through the park to get home thinking it was a good idea, but of course it was not. You were halfway through the park, when a gang of about seven guys appeared in front of you.
“Where do you think you are going little cutie?” asked the one guy, who you assumed was the gang leader. He started to laugh and the rest of the gang moved close to you. You tighten your gripped on your dance bag. You did the first thing that came to your head. You used your dance bag as a weapon to attack one of the guys, but it did not do any good. Once you attack the one, the other six grabbed a hold of you.
“That wasn’t very nice, cutie. Looks like you have to apologize,” said the gang leader with a smirk on his face. He goes to grab you
His Empress (Hiei x reader)
"And with that this mission is very dangerous, but we need to get back this Pearl of souls. With the enemy can take over the spirit world and human world."
"Yeah, yeah we heard you the first time."
Yusuke says as flicks his ear wax in a random spot in Koemma's office, causing the baby to kick him in the face.
"We should leave as possible there's no telling how far the thieves have gone."
Kurama says as he watches Koenma and Yusuke fight as usual, Botan separates the two fighting boys.
"Alright enough, time is of the essence so get moving Yusuke."
"I'm on it like usual. Come on Kuwabara maybe we'll see Yukina on the way."
Yusuke says casually as he tries to rally up his goofy friend, which worked as Kuwabara had fire in his eyes pledging his love for the Ice maiden. Hiei only growled in annoyance as he tried not to take his team mates head. Soon the boys were ready to go as Koenma fills them out on the whereabouts of the burglars, although a loud bang erupted in the office.
Hiei x Reader One-Shot
The Demon World Tournament was currently taking place.
Hiei stood among the crowd of demons who were competing. His arms were crossed and that all too familiar scowl was on his face. He looked as if he was looking for someone.
Kurama stood not too far away watching his friend. Hiei had been at this all day. Kurama had a pretty good reason as to why. There was only one person that made him act this way. Wanting to confirm if his suspicions were right, Kurama walked over to his friend and asked the question that's been on his mind all day.
"You're looking for her, aren't you?"
Hiei scoffed "I don't know what you're talking about." He replied in his usual tone. Kurama laughed lightly. "I'm sure she's here. I know she'll be happy to see you." Kurama walked off. Leaving Hiei to continue his search alone.
A match was about to start. It was you against some demon whos name you didn't care enough to remember.
You stood in the center of the ring. Your arms hung at your sides, not even bothering
HieixReader: Rest Up
Hiei's eyes moved over to the white door that stood just a few feet in front of him. He had lost track of how long he had been leaning against this wall, waiting for that door to open. He shifted slightly and crossed his arms over his chest.
"The doors still shut?" A male voice questioned. His old partner, Kurama, stood against the wall next to him and glanced over at the door. "You know she'll be okay. (Name) is strong."
Hiei grunted. "I was ordered to wait here, that is all." Koenma had ordered the short demon to wait outside the room until further notice. The room was the infirmary, where the latest member of their band of misfits was being treated. You had joined several months ago and had been on many missions with the team, but this was the first time her and Hiei were sent out alone on am assignment. They were ordered to retrieve an artifact that Koenma said could not fall into another demons hands. However, the mission had gone wrong when you both were ambushed. You had been fi
It is your worst enemy, your biggest fear, and yet, you know not why.
You have had no "bad experience," no trauma or horrific accident which had gripped you so tightly as to the point in which you cannot sleep.
Yet for some reason you cannot allow yourself to slip away into night's warm embrace as you lay yourself down each evening.
When you do sleep you are met with nightmares - horrible terrors which shake your soul and freeze your heart. You wake with shuddered breath and meek, broken sobs, your skin white as paper and cold as ice as you curl yourself up in your blankets, clinging to a warmth which was never there.
Yet upon your waking every memory of these horrors is ripped from your mind, leaving you dazed and confused - alone in the dark confines of your room.
All throughout the next day you are left to wonder what thoughts plague you; how it is you have been cursed with this tired, sleepless, existence.
You do not know.
And you continued to struggle with this endless cycle
Coup de grace (Henry x Valmese!Reader)
The stink of the stuff was putrid- the whole street smelled like an abattoir. You'd get up and run if not for the seeping red that bloomed across your stomach. You're dizzy and weak from the blood loss, yet you're still painfully aware of the disgusting smell.
You shut your eyes to block out the puddles of red seeping through the cobblestones, glittering in the evening light. You're fairly sure you're the only one out of all the slumped bodies littering the streets that's still alive- and unless you can get to a healer soon, you likely won't be for very long. Especially not after having the pointy end a pike shoved into your belly. You had armour on, naturally, but the stuff had been weakened by blows from fire magic and the metal had given easily when accosted by blunt force.
"Hee hee! Looks like things got a little out of hand, huh?"
You open your eyes, suppressing a moan. A young man with messy, pale hair is crouching beside you, looking impossibly cheery despite the carnage