Times Like This [Reader x Killer]Killer walked into the room sighing. You looked up from your magazine at him in question.Times Like This [Reader x Killer] by candyderp
"Long day?" you smiled softly.
"Yeah, Kid's frustrating as hell," he groaned.
You hummed in agreement, setting the magazine down. You sat up in bed. Killer sat on the edge of said bed and ruffled his hair. He took off his mask. You were the only one privileged to see his face. He ran his fingers through his blond hair and yawned.
"Hungry?" you asked.
"Nah, just tired," he sighed.
You smiled as he lay his head on your lap. You shuffled a bit to allow his whole body on the bed. He turned around, his back facing you.
"Good night," you said, reaching to lessen the brightness of the light.
"Night," he mumbled back.
Soon, his breathing evened, indicating that he was fast asleep. You looked at him endearingly and ran your fingers through his hair. Your wedding ring glinted in the soft glare of the bedside lamp. Two years, huh?, you thought. You cast a glance to your sleeping husband.
It was times
You [Killer x Reader x Kid]"We need medical attention!" yelled Killer, running into the room.You [Killer x Reader x Kid] by candyderp
In the midst of the battle, the crew could barely hear Killer.
"Who's hurt?" yelled Heat, taking down an enemy.
"[Name]!" Killer answered, running with you on his back.
"How bad?" asked Wire.
"Left arm broken and wound on back," Killer panicked.
It was a rare moment to see Killer lose his cool, but when it came to you, it was no surprise. Kid looked at you on Killer's back and scoffed. Who knew you would be taken down?
"Oi, you take her to the infirmary, I'll take care of these brats," Kid ordered.
"Alright," Killer agreed and ran inside the ship.
"How is she?" asked Kid, walking into the infirmary, a bit beat up.
"She's fine. Why, are you worried?" teased Killer.
"It would be a problem if one of my crew members died," Kid rolled his eyes.
Kid sat down and watched as Killer held your hand. Kid would never admit it, but he had feelings for you. However, the feeling was not mutual. You and Killer had found a li
Kiss me (KillerXReader) Glass surrounded the girl. Her view impeccable. She seemed delicate and soft. her touch was desired by many, but one man horded all of it. she was placed in glass that had a curtain that would pull back to reveal her or hide her. She was purchased a slave for a rather hefty price. The man that bought her was a collector and had an obsession with keeping things as in tact as possible. The glass was made so that he could look in any time he wanted, but the girl would be untouched. she was treated as a pet, for what he prized the most from the girl was her ability to sing. the glass was soundproof, so he created a system in where he alone could hear her voice. there was an exit that would open if she ran a bell that would allow her into a restroom in the back, however if she stayed in there too long she would be punished. Her master's servants would come to wash her at the same time every day, just as food was also delivered. If she were to speak however to any of his servanKiss me (KillerXReader) by WritingTheInserts
Incoming!~ Eustass Kid x Reader pt3Incoming!~ Eustass Kid x Reader pt3 by PirateQueenD
"No," You tell him. Killer scoffs.
"Come on! No one knows much about your devil fruit powers, enlighten me," He says.
"No," You grumble.
"Sounds lame anyway," Kid comments from where he lounged, making you jump in surprise. Had he been eavesdropping on your conversation this whole time?
"Come on Kid, you got to admit you're curious too," Killer tells him. Kid scoffs and looks away.
"I don't give a damn, not like I'm going to kiss her..." He mutters.
"He's shy is
The Best Gift
Series: Manga and Brotherhood
Word Count: 460
Summary: His wife, brilliant as she was, could be so stupid sometimes.
Author's Notes: I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you have as much fun reading it. Feedback is loved. Enjoy.
The Best Gift
The times Edward Elric cries are rare and few, but the tears that gush up and spill from the rims of his eyes now are without shame and restraint as they just keep flowing, tracing wet lines down his cheeks and dripping from his chin. He doesn't try to hide them or wipe them away as it finally occurs to him how stupid the 'men don't cry' rule is, for what he holds in his arms is the most beautiful, amazing, miraculous thing he's ever laid eyes on; he'd have to be bereft of a soul not to cry.
The emotion that fills his heart as he gazes down at his newborn son is raw and utterly overwhelming. He has never been happier.