AngelOfDarkness1214

*Request for ~mnm9008 (https://www.deviantart.com/mnm9008) hope you like it!*     You were excited to be here, this place was beautiful, you've never been on such a beautiful island before. Being approved to SeaSide College was the best thing that has ever happened to you by far. It had taken you a lot of hard work to get here, many trials and moments that you thought this dream would never come. Yet here you were, standing before the beautiful ocean themed college. You head inside the office, retrieving the schedule before heading back out to the apartment you had already paid two month's rent for, which had costed you nearly all of your earnings along with the plane tic

*Request for ~ChibiAmmy26 (https://www.deviantart.com/chibiammy26) sorry it took me so long!*      It wasn't often pirates came to the island where you resided, but when they did you loved to mess with them. You change form, paws silently dashing over the leaves as you neared the group. "This place is too quiet...." A strawberry blonde woman murmurs.      "Maybe this place is haunted?" The raven haired woman comments. You giggle at that and they all freeze looking around warily. Your third tail twitches and a coconut hits the green haired man in the head.       "Show yourself!" He snaps, looking around and gripping his sword hilt. A smirk comes to your fox lips, tails danci

              Phew, you were exhausted. The week or so had passed in a blur of boxes and the back of a moving van. After living in the same apartment for a decade you’d decided to truly take a step forward in your life and move. Your new house accompanied your dream job with a video game company. Specifically your job was recording the soundtracks for all of the games. It was perfect. You were getting paid to do what you loved, your coworkers were great, and you were finally able to move closer to your friends.                It could technically go without saying, but you were the last of your group of friends to leave your hometown.

              You woke from your nap with a start.              “Hm- what?”              Looking around it only takes you a moment to realize you’re still in Mihawk’s room, and you’re still wearing his coat. Looking over you see Mihawk asleep in his chair, his hat covering his eyes and book open on his chest. Smiling, along with grace and silence that would make him proud, you slip out of Mihawk’s coat and off of his bed. You pad over to his chair with his coat over your arm. Pausing a moment you take the book from his chest, making sure to mark the page, and set in on the table next to his empty wine g

              Every New Year’s you and your father commemorated the event with a sword fight at midnight. This had been a tradition since you were six years old. Having your father being the World’s Greatest Swordsman left some pretty big shoes to fill. You had amassed a rather good reputation for yourself and a substantial bounty that made Mihawk proud. However to the world you were not known as Dracule (Name), daughter of Dracule “Hawk Eye” Mihawk. Instead you were known as (Name) the “Crimson Angel”, a nickname given to you due to the fact that the blade of your single katana and jacket were in fact that

He was merely an observer, always looking from afar, never joining into a game. He was merely an observer, seeing the solutions, seeing the mistakes. He was merely an observer, no one knew his name, but he knew each and everyone elses'. He was merely an observer, the small things in life made him happy, yet so many things brung him down. Until someone dragged him along, into this someone own game. He said to the observer, "Hey, play with me, I'll win anyway". Of course he lost, but the observer smiled, and it sure felt odd. "What are you doing, (Name)?", the (h/c) haired male felt a chin rest on his head, two pale arms slipping around his w

[Reincarnation!AU] Sequel to Ace x Male!Reader - One More Time [AU], but can be read without it. "(NAME)! LOOK OUT!", but the (h/c) haired male already knew it was to late. A sword pierced through his stomach, an intense pain bloomed from the wound. His knees hit the ground, but before he could fall any more than that, someone caught him. A small smile pulled at his lips, knowing exactly who the blond mop of hair belonged to. The commander of his division, the one that the (h/c) haired male belonged to, lifted him up, barking out commands before flying off. "Don't close your eyes. For god's sake, don't", (Name) could hear the blond, but da

(Y/N) closed his eyes and felt the cool evening air run through his (h/l), (h/c) hair. The breeze was salty and fresh, and he reveled in it. The pirate male loved to sail at night. He looked up at the moon that was swollen and shining down at him and listened to the sea. He didn't really have any direction to be this wandering pirate. No responsibilities or crew tied him down. The lone pirate wasn't lonely, he preferred to not be tied down or constantly looking out for comrades in battle. Well, that wasn't true at all but that's what he told himself. (Y/N) wasn't really captain material so he never tried to form a crew, and getting a 200,000

 Does have a suggestive theme but nothing explicit “(Name)..” You looked up from your work to see a grinning Marco staring at you lazily from the bed, He must have awoken while you were busy going through paperwork and bills. “How was your nap.” You asked with a soft smile, hes been working nonstop recently and today has been his his first day off in over three weeks. His grin grew bigger as he curled a finger at you, beckoning you to come closer and you just role your eyes and turn back to your work. “I'm busy Marco, we'll play later.” You heard a huff before the sound of blankets and sheets falling

 There is some colorful language so please be warn. You let out a sigh as you glare at your bed mate who was still snoozing away while you were getting ready for work. Glancing over at the clock you wanted to groan, you were both late and you really didn't want to get chewed out by your boss. You walk to his side and started kicking the mattress, kicking even harder when he turned over with a groan. “Come on wake up, we're already late.” You beg while fixing your tie before grabbing his arm and pulling on it, he was such a bum and the sad part is, is that he was just recently promoted even with his terrible track record. R