Lullaby Blues [Yamato/You] by YamiSango, literature
Literature
Lullaby Blues [Yamato/You]
“What time is it?,” you grumbled, voice heavy with sleep.
Yamato hummed, the sound barely heard over faint rustle of clothing as he donned his uniform. “Around 3am?”
Groaning, you sat up in the small bed, holding the blanket up to cover your chest. “What are you doing up? Come back to bed, Tenzou.”
“Kakashi-senpai sent for me.”
You felt your eye twitch, “Hokage or not, that man needs to learn basic time management skills. Three in the morning? Seriously? What happened to him being chronically late for everything?” You flopped backwards, throwing your arm over your eyes.
Your lov
Reedem [Child!Naruto/You] by YamiSango, literature
Literature
Reedem [Child!Naruto/You]
Naruto hastily wiped away the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes with the back of his forearm. “Stupid Iruka-sensei…”
You gave the boy a sad smile, crouching down to the boys level. “Naruto…,” you placed a hand upon his head, soothingly brushing his hair back. “There’s always next year.”
He batted your hand away angrily. “You sound just like Iruka-sensei, Name!,” he shouted. “I’m gonna make him give me a hitai-ate! You’ll see!” Naruto clenched his fists at his sides before storming off.
“Naruto!” You ran a hand down your face, si
Scars [Shikaku/You] [One-shot] by YamiSango, literature
Literature
Scars [Shikaku/You] [One-shot]
Shikaku sat in his hospital bed, propped up by several pillows. “Didn’t think you would come.”
Name stepped closer, lightly ran her finger across his brow, along the freshly healed scar. She repeated the gesture on his cheek where an identical mark lay. Regret reflected in her eyes.
Catching her hand in his, Shikaku brought it to his lips. “Stop,” he muttered against the palm of her hand.
The woman shook her head, her bangs slowly moving with the motion. “If I hadn’t of stopped...”
Shikaku grunted, letting dropping her hand in favor of wrapping his arms around her form, effortlessly pulling
Canvas [Sai/You] [One-shot] by YamiSango, literature
Literature
Canvas [Sai/You] [One-shot]
“Name,” Sai states her name as he lifts his brush from her back to dip it back in his ink pot, “You need to remain still.”
She lets out a hushed giggle as the bristles once again dance along her skin. “It tickles,” she turns her head slightly to attempt to catch a glimpse at her lover.
“Still.”
Name groans. It feels like they’ve been at this for hours; her legs are asleep and she’s pretty sure her back would snap in half she actually tempted to move, she was stiff as a board.
“Hmm,” Sai rest his fist against his chin as he contemplates his next stroke. After a few mom
Naruto Requests! [CLOSED] by YamiSango, literature
Literature
Naruto Requests! [CLOSED]
One Spot still open! All slots are currently taken, once I have most of them done, requests will probably open up once more.
Hi! I'm in a bit of a slump as of late (I'm also in a huge Naruto mood) so I'm open to requests for the time being! I also want to become better at writing the characters, so why not practice? At the moment I am just going to take the first 5 requests given. As soon as those are done I might open to more. :)
I do lemons, though they will take longer to come out since I get embarrassed and they take forever to write (will do threesome if wanted).
1. WinterCosplay (https://www.deviantart.com/wintercosplay) || Fatherly!Sensei!Sasori/Reader
2. Weirdo-Chan (https://www.deviantart.com/weirdo-chan) // Sa
Family [Child!Naruto/You] by YamiSango, literature
Literature
Family [Child!Naruto/You]
“Naruto!” You shouted, running towards him as he pushed the Inuzuka boy to the ground.
“Take that back!” Naruto’s fists were balled at his side, his small body quivering with anger.
The bother boy glared at him, rising to his knees only to be pushed back down by Naruto.
“Naruto!” You knelt down, spinning him around. “What are you doing?!” You held him by his upper arms, “You can’t go around starting fights! You know better,” you chided.
Naruto freed an arm from your grasp to angrily rub at the tears falling from his eyes, “He deserved it! Kiba made fun of me, he
School Days [Partner] [Kiba/You] by YamiSango, literature
Literature
School Days [Partner] [Kiba/You]
"Alright," Iruka-sensei put down his piece of chalk after writing down the next class assignment on the black board behind him. "I'm going to split up all of you into 3 man groups."
You peered around the room as your teacher continued to talk.
"I'm going to assign you all mock missions. I want to determine how well you can all function as a team."
You glanced to the boy on your left; it wouldn't be too terrible if one of your partners was Shikamaru... True, the boy was downright lazy but he was smart as a whip. It might take some coaxing to get him to participate but you knew in the end it would be worth it.
You turned your attention to K
School Days [Assigned Seats][Kiba/You] by YamiSango, literature
Literature
School Days [Assigned Seats][Kiba/You]
Imagine your distaste on the second day of class when Iruka-sensei announced he was going to assign seats. Ignoring the groans that filtered through the room, Iruka-sensei explained how he believed the arrangement would be beneficial to learning in the long run along with giving you a chance to make friends with your peers.
You soon found yourself sitting between Shikamaru (you quickly discovered he was without a doubt the most lazy kid in Konoha) who was muttering about him having to move across the room was a “complete drag” and Kiba, who somehow managed to fall asleep the moment his butt touched his new seat.
You sighed as yo
Freeloader [Shion/You] [One-shot] by YamiSango, literature
Literature
Freeloader [Shion/You] [One-shot]
Inukashi scoffed, arms folded across their chest. “What do you think I’m running? A charity?”
Chewing on your lower lip, you stared at the ground. You should have known Inukashi wasn’t going to let you stay another night… you were completely broke having spent the last of your measly money on scraps of food. “It’s just… it’s been a harsh winter… Tonight’s going to be as cold as last night.” You glanced up at the grey sky, it would be sure to snow.
“Hmph. Which is why I don’t need a freeloader when there’s plenty of paying customers.”
“Inuk
Lullaby Blues [Yamato/You] by YamiSango, literature
Literature
Lullaby Blues [Yamato/You]
“What time is it?,” you grumbled, voice heavy with sleep.
Yamato hummed, the sound barely heard over faint rustle of clothing as he donned his uniform. “Around 3am?”
Groaning, you sat up in the small bed, holding the blanket up to cover your chest. “What are you doing up? Come back to bed, Tenzou.”
“Kakashi-senpai sent for me.”
You felt your eye twitch, “Hokage or not, that man needs to learn basic time management skills. Three in the morning? Seriously? What happened to him being chronically late for everything?” You flopped backwards, throwing your arm over your eyes.
Your lov
Reedem [Child!Naruto/You] by YamiSango, literature
Literature
Reedem [Child!Naruto/You]
Naruto hastily wiped away the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes with the back of his forearm. “Stupid Iruka-sensei…”
You gave the boy a sad smile, crouching down to the boys level. “Naruto…,” you placed a hand upon his head, soothingly brushing his hair back. “There’s always next year.”
He batted your hand away angrily. “You sound just like Iruka-sensei, Name!,” he shouted. “I’m gonna make him give me a hitai-ate! You’ll see!” Naruto clenched his fists at his sides before storming off.
“Naruto!” You ran a hand down your face, si
Scars [Shikaku/You] [One-shot] by YamiSango, literature
Literature
Scars [Shikaku/You] [One-shot]
Shikaku sat in his hospital bed, propped up by several pillows. “Didn’t think you would come.”
Name stepped closer, lightly ran her finger across his brow, along the freshly healed scar. She repeated the gesture on his cheek where an identical mark lay. Regret reflected in her eyes.
Catching her hand in his, Shikaku brought it to his lips. “Stop,” he muttered against the palm of her hand.
The woman shook her head, her bangs slowly moving with the motion. “If I hadn’t of stopped...”
Shikaku grunted, letting dropping her hand in favor of wrapping his arms around her form, effortlessly pulling
Canvas [Sai/You] [One-shot] by YamiSango, literature
Literature
Canvas [Sai/You] [One-shot]
“Name,” Sai states her name as he lifts his brush from her back to dip it back in his ink pot, “You need to remain still.”
She lets out a hushed giggle as the bristles once again dance along her skin. “It tickles,” she turns her head slightly to attempt to catch a glimpse at her lover.
“Still.”
Name groans. It feels like they’ve been at this for hours; her legs are asleep and she’s pretty sure her back would snap in half she actually tempted to move, she was stiff as a board.
“Hmm,” Sai rest his fist against his chin as he contemplates his next stroke. After a few mom
Naruto Requests! [CLOSED] by YamiSango, literature
Literature
Naruto Requests! [CLOSED]
One Spot still open! All slots are currently taken, once I have most of them done, requests will probably open up once more.
Hi! I'm in a bit of a slump as of late (I'm also in a huge Naruto mood) so I'm open to requests for the time being! I also want to become better at writing the characters, so why not practice? At the moment I am just going to take the first 5 requests given. As soon as those are done I might open to more. :)
I do lemons, though they will take longer to come out since I get embarrassed and they take forever to write (will do threesome if wanted).
1. WinterCosplay (https://www.deviantart.com/wintercosplay) || Fatherly!Sensei!Sasori/Reader
2. Weirdo-Chan (https://www.deviantart.com/weirdo-chan) // Sa
Family [Child!Naruto/You] by YamiSango, literature
Literature
Family [Child!Naruto/You]
“Naruto!” You shouted, running towards him as he pushed the Inuzuka boy to the ground.
“Take that back!” Naruto’s fists were balled at his side, his small body quivering with anger.
The bother boy glared at him, rising to his knees only to be pushed back down by Naruto.
“Naruto!” You knelt down, spinning him around. “What are you doing?!” You held him by his upper arms, “You can’t go around starting fights! You know better,” you chided.
Naruto freed an arm from your grasp to angrily rub at the tears falling from his eyes, “He deserved it! Kiba made fun of me, he
School Days [Partner] [Kiba/You] by YamiSango, literature
Literature
School Days [Partner] [Kiba/You]
"Alright," Iruka-sensei put down his piece of chalk after writing down the next class assignment on the black board behind him. "I'm going to split up all of you into 3 man groups."
You peered around the room as your teacher continued to talk.
"I'm going to assign you all mock missions. I want to determine how well you can all function as a team."
You glanced to the boy on your left; it wouldn't be too terrible if one of your partners was Shikamaru... True, the boy was downright lazy but he was smart as a whip. It might take some coaxing to get him to participate but you knew in the end it would be worth it.
You turned your attention to K
School Days [Assigned Seats][Kiba/You] by YamiSango, literature
Literature
School Days [Assigned Seats][Kiba/You]
Imagine your distaste on the second day of class when Iruka-sensei announced he was going to assign seats. Ignoring the groans that filtered through the room, Iruka-sensei explained how he believed the arrangement would be beneficial to learning in the long run along with giving you a chance to make friends with your peers.
You soon found yourself sitting between Shikamaru (you quickly discovered he was without a doubt the most lazy kid in Konoha) who was muttering about him having to move across the room was a “complete drag” and Kiba, who somehow managed to fall asleep the moment his butt touched his new seat.
You sighed as yo
Freeloader [Shion/You] [One-shot] by YamiSango, literature
Literature
Freeloader [Shion/You] [One-shot]
Inukashi scoffed, arms folded across their chest. “What do you think I’m running? A charity?”
Chewing on your lower lip, you stared at the ground. You should have known Inukashi wasn’t going to let you stay another night… you were completely broke having spent the last of your measly money on scraps of food. “It’s just… it’s been a harsh winter… Tonight’s going to be as cold as last night.” You glanced up at the grey sky, it would be sure to snow.
“Hmph. Which is why I don’t need a freeloader when there’s plenty of paying customers.”
“Inuk
’Lonely.’
’So lonely...’
An exasperated sigh leaves your lips as you flick the little phantom off your shoulder, sending it flying towards the bushes behind the bench you’re currently sitting on. Awkwardly cute those critters may seem, but you knew better not to entertain their company. You watch the persistent phantom crawl out, and this time you are the first to approach, feigning a truce with a small smile, the unsuspecting creature beaming up at your hidden intent.
’Lonely.’
’So lonely...’
"I already know that. No point in reminding me." You coldly mutter under your breath, your f
Ancient Rome xReader (Curls) by MechaMoonStone, literature
Literature
Ancient Rome xReader (Curls)
You stared at the napping male somewhat curiously. The roman man's curls having become a source of major curiosity from you for a while now. Whereas America, the Italy brothers, Canada, China, and Norway only had one curl...Rome had several on his head.
By one sheer accident involving Romano, you had discovered exactly what those hair curls did. And after some bashful asking around, apparently the curls served a common function between the nations. At first you had wondered if maybe this had something to do with genetics or just the fact they were all nations.
Then you remembered your boyfriend back home and his multiple curls...
Of cour
Ciel x Reader |Hyacinth| by Attackonfanfiction, literature
Literature
Ciel x Reader |Hyacinth|
Love was never considered.
Even through the most difficult of times, if love managed to bloom, it wouldn't matter. That is, if you were among the nobles. Ciel himself had a fiancée since as early as he can remember, and why should you be any different? How did he manage to allow fate to intertwine the two of you together?
From the smiles, genuine laughter, and jovial atmosphere you carried - he couldn't help but feel the light itself was something he needed. He needed someone who would listen, and someone who knew when to talk. All of this, you had managed.
Ciel wasn't sure why he was surprised.
As a noble yourself, it was hidden in
I Guess That's a 'Yes' (America x Reader) by Komeko-chan, literature
Literature
I Guess That's a 'Yes' (America x Reader)
A capped head was bobbing past the window and up to the porch. You inhaled sharply, arms covered in soap and water, and snatched the dish towel on the counter before rushing towards the front door.
You refused to believe it.
He couldn't be.
It was too early and he hadn't told you–
But sure enough, there he stood – crisp and as handsome as ever in his officer's uniform, a few beads of sweat trickling down the sides of his face from the hot, summer sun – with a grin so wide it threatened to shatter his face.
The dish towel landed in a heap by your feet, forgotten and unnoticed as you stared in wide-eyed awe at the man bef
Falls the Shadow (Hunter!Germany x Reader) ~Part 1 by UnluckyAmulet, literature
Literature
Falls the Shadow (Hunter!Germany x Reader) ~Part 1
The girl was running.
Her bare feet where sore and filthy from detritus littering the forest floor, her clumsy footfalls causing twigs to snap loudly beneath her, like bones. Spindly tree limbs above her seemed to be stretching towards the moon, as if they were trying to grab it. The girl's dress was damp and continuously snagged on the brambles that sprouted forth from the earth, the ripping of fabric almost unbearably loud to her ears. In her haste, she fell, crying out as her palms scraped the rough stones embedded in the dirt. She sobbed as she scrambled to her feet again, pain throbbing in her palms and knee like fresh burns. Her lungs
Experiments in Technique: Lovino by 12bfeygirl42, literature
Literature
Experiments in Technique: Lovino
His kisses were long, fiery, passionate. With just the first touch he could set your heartrate to an unhealthy level, seconds in taking your breath so thoroughly your vision would go hazy. His hands would hold you in place, fingers lightly tracing circles into whichever surface he had settled on for the occasion. He wouldn't let them wander, instead focusing all of his efforts into deepening the exploration with his tongue, his lips leaving poems and dark secrets in the skin as he moved his mouth over any revealed skin he could find.
He would give them often unexpectedly, in often the most improper moments. Wandering down a sidestreet in Rom