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(y/n)=Your Name (l/n)= Last Name (H/C) = Hair Color (H/l)= Hair Length (e/c)= Eye color (s/c)= Skin Color (c/c)= Cat color I don't own Kuroshitsuji! I own Damon~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Narrator's P.O.V You were a Neko ,stuck in a Lab where men in white suits test on you. You barely remember anything about yourself or how did you get here. You Only know that your Name is (y/n) (l/n) and that you were taken to this place at the age of 5. You never spoke and always had a blank expression on your face.  One day, A man in a whites suit came to your room. "How are you today ____?" He says with a smile You lo

    When Bucky met Steve as kids, he knew he was important. He was struck by something he couldn't describe. He wanted nothing more than to be close to and protect that scrawny kid. As they grew older, he understood why. But it wasn't an accepted thing at the time and Steve was intent on finding his own soulmate. Bucky wasn't as convinced. How could he love someone more than Steve? But he looked. He became just as eager to find his soulmate if only so he could get over how he felt about his best friend.    Then everything happened and he found himself in a different time. Bucky's not too optimistic of either of them finding their soulmate, n

Once you were seated, Maria quickly excused herself to complete some other tasks, leaving you with Steve for supervision. You clammed up pretty quickly, not necessarily on the defensive but clearly uncomfortable, and after a few minutes of silence, he ran his hand through his hair with a sigh, “Look… I’m sorry for what I said earlier.” “I know.” “You gotta understand where I’m coming from…” You nodded, fingers absentmindedly tracing the names scarred on your wrist, “I do.” The silence stretched on again and he pulled up a chair to sit across from you, trying to get yo

Sherlock shoved his gloved hands down into his coat pockets, keeping his head down as he shambled along the path with only his thoughts to keep him company. Mycroft had insisted he leave London for a while to make sure you didn’t spot him and he had reluctantly agreed- you were far more likely to catch him looking in than John was. So he’d gone to Germany for some case that Mycroft said he might like and, as usual, it turned out to be boring and tedious. It had taken him less than an hour to solve and now he was terribly bored. This brought him to wander the wooded paths near his cottage- it was something you claimed cleared your

Your surroundings were different when you woke again- the bed under you wider and softer, the lights less harsh, and there was the distinct absence of metal around your wrist. Had it not been for the almost looming silence, you would have mistaken it for being home. You stretched and then rolled out of bed to your feet, hissing a little at the weight on your previously injured knee before shifting it more heavily to the other side. You had been changed, you noted groggily. Grey sweatpants. Black shirt. Good. You were pretty certain the clothes you came here in had been an utter mess after how that fight had shaped up. Beyond that, your mind o

              “I think that’s enough for today,” Mihawk says, breathing a little hard.              Kosiki smirks and shifts her weight,              “Oh? Is the world’s great swordsman tired already?”              He barely gets a chuckle out before she darts towards him again. Blocking her attack easily, he chuckles again and shakes his head. She was being very persistent.              “We’ve been at this for hours,” he says, “and it’s getting late. You should at least eat something before going to bed.”              To signify their session had ended, Mihawk

You sighed, ready to face the sameness of the tasks you had been carrying out for years, day after day; take care of the garden and hens, collect fruits and eggs, attend the stand and sometimes a delivery, clean the house, do the laundry... You never were allowed to cook, though. You didn't even know how to do it. Since Doflamingo had a talk with your parents, you weren't forced to do all those tasks anymore. Your parents had stopped giving you orders, and you could spend entire weeks laying on your bed staring at the ceiling if you pleased. But you couldn't stand being passive. You were used to working a lot and, even though you didn't have

NOTE: This fic takes place after Dressrosa and Zou. Beware the spoilers! "Come on! Let's go dinner!" You cheered excitedly, jumping up and down. Law had suggested you dined out together, and you immediately accepted, your eyes sparkling in enthusiasm. Law couldn't help but smile at your joyfulness, especially when he knew he was the cause of it. He took your hand as you left the hotel. He was wearing his usual attire, as well as you. You would've liked to go well-dressed but none of you had fancy clothes for the occasion. But it was okay. You were going to be with him anyways, and he had promised you would do this again properly dressed

He was tall and Ominous sitting on his throne. Brilliantly terrifying, Darkly tempting, Sinfully beautiful. The King was many things, weak was not one of those things. He was not weak, when he killed his own father. He did not flinch when he killed his brother. He stood fearlessly amongst his army the day he claimed the very throne he now sat upon. He would not even show weakness in the face of death. He was not however prepared for what he would go thru the night he met you. All the guards seemed to be gathered at the north gates. Whatever commotion was going on you were thankful for it. It allowed you to slip into the castle undetected. Si

      You could still feel the fingertips grazing the skin of your arms and cheeks. A sigh leaves your lips, the affectionate gestures at the time had been met with a rather cold look. The fear of another betrayal kept you from giving in to him. Now he was gone. Your eyes narrow at the waters.      "Maybe next time I can return it..." Your hands grip the railing unsure. "Maybe..."      "Captain, we're here," Your first mate speaks up and you look over in surprise, seeing the island suddenly there.      "Oh..." You murmur, glancing at the pier.      "Are you okay captain?" She asks concerned.       "I'm fine." You murmur going past, d