Gargoyle! France x ReaderIt's super weird. Francis’s POV The sun sets finally and I can feel the stone that imprisons me melt away. “Ah,” I sigh. I move my arms and relax my stiff muscles. My wings feel so heavy since the stone still encases them for the moment. “Every night brings us a new morning, does it not, Mathieu?” I say, turning to my companion. Poor Mathieu is just so quiet. It's no wonder he got stuck guarding the tourists with moi. But all of God's children deserve protection, non? “Francis? Do you really think we should be speaking English to each other? The others don't really like it,” Mathieu whispers to me in reply. “Well, zhat is zheir problem, Mattie. Now, take my 'and so we can check zhe 'otels, oui?” Mathieu hesitantly places his blue-gray hand in mine. He didn't sin enough in his first life to acquire wings like I have
Contest Entry: 2p!China x Reader2p!China x ReaderDear StalkerIn the dead of night you sat on the outside of a window seal, the ledge of the building you could say, in your black cloak and hoodie as you watched the sleeping soul that laid in that bed like you did every night. You have devoted yourself to this man and have stayed by his shadowed side for many years now, from when you were just a child to the present teenager.On your shoulder an average sized bird that has come to be your companion rested on your shoulder. You didn’t know how this bird became, well, ‘yours’, but he did. This bird had just one day started flying to this mansion at night, it was just a small thing in the beginning, as if seeking companionship himself as crows were rare here or warmth from the cold nights, but stayed his distance away from you as you did what you did every night—watch over the man. Though, after several days the crow returning he had made a move towards you, now bigger in size but still small. Ho
2P!Neko!JapanXReader: Mine “Seriously, he stares at me like I am going to be his next meal or something,” you said into the phone as you walked through the kitchen. “I know Kirsten… He’s a cat.” ((*Kirsten is my 2P)) You glanced over at your cat, Kuro, who was sitting on the dining room table, looking at you with his piercing red eyes. His black coat was shimmering and looked freshly groomed for the start of the day. He flicked his tail back and forth as his eyes followed you while you paced around the room. “No, I am not going to just get rid of him!” you yelled into the phone, “I know you hate cats but that doesn’t mean everyone else does! Also, I have had him for so long it would be weird without him around.” You rescued Kuro from the animal shelter at least a year ago. Since then, he has been part of the family. Since you got him, he has been strangely protective over you, threatening anyone wh
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