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Arceus was in his chambers, watching over the universe he created, when he found a small ripple on the far left of his universe, where the world of pokemon existed. He warped to it, and it appeared as a small puddle in a grassy field. When he looked at it, the reflection was not a pokemon, but a male human with silver eyes staring back at him. He tilted his head, and surprisingly the man in the reflection did the same. When he touched the water, instead of rippling, it pulled onto his hoof and sucked him in. He awoke in a strange human room, and his body felt weird. Arceus tried to stand, but as he looked down he found... hands?! His e

renegade | levi ackerman x fem!reader warning: some parts get somewhat graphic listen while reading {♔} What did she do to deserve this? She could feel a tear slowly trickle down her cheek when she saw two of the Survey Corp's finest men standing in front of her jail cell. Their eyes burned holes right through her and the looks they had on their faces screamed with hatred towards her. "You have betrayed your comrades, your companions...and us." The blonde-haired male spoke, his voice booming with authority. "Do you have anything to say for that, traitor?" Her eyes darted at the hard concrete floor she was sitting on. She could feel

 Back Massage A Hetalia: Axis Powers Fanfiction Germany/Fem! France Human! AU WARNING: THIS FANFICTION CONTAINS SUGGESTIVE THEMES. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK. Marianne Bonnefoy hummed softly to herself as she prepared dinner in her tidy little apartment, towering high above the city. The setting sun cast a dim purplish light throughout the kitchen. Marianne switched on a light as it grew darker and smiled, for the end of the day meant that Ludwig, her boyfriend, would be home soon. Sure enough, she heard the door click open, and he walked in. She turned down the heat of the stove and went out to greet him after a long day of work. "Bon soi

        There was no doubt that Mrs Hudson and John Watson cared and looked out for Sherlock Holmes, and perhaps the man never showed that he appreciated it, but Holmes was never a man of submitting himself to sentiment or the normal way of life. He always believed that there was a higher source that was out to get him, out to strike him down and hurt him. He gave the impression that he never believed in true love, or even love for that matter, that he never felt lonely, or if he did, he was awfully good at hiding it.        From Dr John Watson’s point of view, Sherlock seemed to like being the way he was, alone and comforted by solit

Al knocked on your apartment loudly, calling out as well, “Yo! _____! Come out and play, I’m bored!” He waited with a bit of a smile, thinking about you getting mad about how he only ever came over when he got bored or some stupid shit. But you took twice as long to answer, and his hand started to protest at his exuberant hammering on the door. You opened the door a crack and said, “Go away.” Then you just started to close the door once more. And you would have closed it completely, had Al not stuck his rather large combat boot in between the door and the frame. “Woah, did I really piss you off that bad,