Raven-D-Hinata

(It's superr short, it's not really so much about Lucci and reader, in fact he's like barely in it...but I just wanted to. Ok go ahead and read the story now.) It wasn't as though you had just woken up the morning before and said "I'm going to go hit up Blueno's bar and go home with a total package!" Yet here they were- the neighbours, sipping tea and waiting for the sunrise, judging you as you attempted to slip home before the approaching ball of heat could emerge and illuminate your mistake. You sigh internally, smiling and waving on the outside. Their faces take too much effort to focus on so you just keep walking. You pass a window of a

Reading my scanner I was getting closer to an energon signal.  Megatron sent me to the tundra by myself to investigate this signal and discover if it’s a weapon we could use or a dud.  The cold was reacting with my audio receptors, so it was becoming increasingly difficult to communicate back to the Nemesis.  I had to be careful in this cold area because I could be frozen here. “Where is it?” I asked to no one in particular. Suddenly there were voices coming from the end of the cavern I was walking through.  Autobots, and one of them sounded like Optimus Prime.  Great just what I need, to be outnumbered in the tundra again

‘Why does he keep me around?’ ‘Why hasn’t he killed me?’ ‘Is it possible that he cares for me?’ All these thoughts ran through my head on a daily basis. Every day, I would wake up in Megatron’s private quarters on the Nemesis, and gaze at his recharging form, wondering to myself why I am still here. It was said that Megatron despised humans, and yet this was my second month aboard the massive Decepticon ship, and since I first arrived, we had developed a bond that I didn’t quite know how to describe with words. My eyes scanned over his relaxed features, savoring the peaceful expressio

 //Some cute, random fluff. Fem!Reader//     Local Park  |  Oikawa Tooru - Age 10          With the flick of his wrist, the yellow and green Belco volleyball, smudged with dirt and sweat, jumped high in the air. It made a smooth 360° rotation before gravity won and it descended hurtling towards the earth at an accelerating pace. Oikawa leaped, striking his hand on the overused ball. But no one was on the other side. The volleyball pierced through the air and slammed into a deliberately placed Pepsi can. It resonated a powerful thump, before haphazardly tottering away. That serve, one that would take months to master, would've been

              That night, shortly after the others had gone to bed, you ride the elevator to the helipad deck. You have a duffle bag over your shoulder and your laptop bag in your hand. Fury, Clint and Natasha will be waiting to see you off, and no doubt tell you that you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. But you are doing this, it’s what you do. On the helipad, as expected, a helicopter awaited along with Fury, Clint and Natasha.              “This will take you three to the airfield,” Fury says.              “Wait a minute,” you say, “Those two are not coming with me. I thought I

Cold (Bully!Arthur X Bullied!Depressed! Reader A Hetalia Fanfiction Story By: WhiteSpiritPearl Chapter 7 “Within My Heart Without Yours” Arthur’s P.O.V. Help! We need a doctor! As if on cue, the nurses and the doctor himself rushed to (y/n)’s side. “Lad! Clear out the room! Move it!” He told me. My mother and father rushed in as well and grabbed me to give the doctor and the nurses some space to assess what is happening to her. What is happening!? She’s not going to die is she!? No! That can’t happen! Please! Please! Please! God! Please help her! Oh please help her! I beg you! Please! Pleas

Bullies!Hetalia X Bullied!Reader Chapter 11 Talking it Out (Name) awkwardly sat between the stoic teens that were Lukas and Berwald as they sat through break. He had led her and the other three to the Latin classroom, and being the teacher he was, Mr. Vargas left the door unlocked for students who wanted to come in early. "Um... Lukas?" The Norwegian turned to the girl, his deep, violet-blue eyes meeting her (e/c) orbs. They never showed emotion when they shared eye contact, but now she saw small sparks of anger and regret. "What?" He asked, his response sounded sharp, as if he was still angry. (Name) meekly clasped her hands on her lap