Every City Is Filled With Rats.Meow.

Every city is filled with rats. Meow.

Cherry Red

Vampire!Light Yagami X Reader

Warnings: None! (some descriptions of teeth on skin, and hands on skin, but nothing warning worthy)

Word Count: 795

The moonlight shone through the window, thin white curtains doing little to block it out. Wind blew in coldly, a shiver running up your spine. The clouds hovered around the moon, bringing the smell of rain - perhaps snow even - with them. You assumed it would be cold in the days to come, inside and out, but at the moment that didn’t bother you. Not in the slightest.

Not when a pair of hands held your waist tightly, holding you in place. Your hands were wrapped around the head and back of your lover, Light, holding him close as he pressed soft kisses to your neck. To you, he was perfect. Lovely and charming, and oh so amazing at filling your stomach with butterflies.

To him however, you were so much more. Sure you were lovely and pretty, but you were so, so much more. You were intoxicating. He could smell your blood, its sweet scent corrupting every sense of his, pushing his limits. He loved how your scent burned his nose, filling his mind with the temptation to bite down on your smooth pretty little neck, and he fought to contain himself, to keep his urges under control. But he could only hold back so much.

You gasped at the feeling of his sharp canines on your neck, right at the base of your collar bone. He wasn’t pressing down hard enough to break the skin, not even close, but you could feel them pricking your skin, Light’s grip on you tightening. You could feel his fingers pressing crescents into the plush skin of your almost bare hips, and suddenly his weight on you seemed much heavier than before. Your body tensed.

You were scared - no uneasy. You weren’t scared per say, but you knew all that Light was. All that he was capable of. And while you loved him, you couldn’t help the panicky feeling that was quick to spread through your body.

He was a predator. He was a beast made of metal, built to hunt and kill, and although you knew he would never kill you out of choice, you could never be sure of what would happen if he were to lose control of the creature inside him. He felt your tense body and quickly released you. He rolled off the bed, fleeing to the corner of the room. He was shrouded in the shadows, the place in which he stood the only place moonlight couldn’t reach.

His eyes slowly opened, red iris glowing in the dim lighting. You could see the guilt in his eyes, the fear of overstepping a boundary constant in his mind. He knew that you saw him for what he was. A vampire. A creature - a killer.

You bit your lip, guilt filling you up. You hadn’t meant to tense up as bad as you did. You could see light shake his head. “I- I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.. I shouldn’t even be here!” you could hear the turmoil in his voice. “If only you knew what you did to me..” he said, placing his head in his hand. You called his name, once, twice, you voice a soft echo through your room. He looked at you, eyes hard. The soft cherry red of his eyes had shifted into a colder colour, one similar to that of blood. You forced the shiver in your spine to go away.

You softly patted the spot on the bed beside you, your soft silky night shirt flowing around you like water. He opened his mouth to speak, but you shook your head, denying anything he had to say, before patting the bed again. Slowly you could see the human part of him win his mental fight, and he stepped slightly closer to your bed, his eyes on you. They had turned back to the soft colour you adored, the one that had brought you so much comfort.

It was like taming a beast, one that was strong and deadly, one that could kill you, but one that was still weak to the softness of romance, of having someone to care for you. Slowly he crawled onto the bed, moving closer to you, eyes strong and unblinking. He moved his face close to yours, eyes boring into yours. You moved your face closer to his, before pressing your lips softly but firmly against his, his eyes finally closing.

He nuzzled his head into your neck, pressing soft kisses once again as he had before.

Over the time of knowing Light you grew to understand one thing about him. Vampires were seen as monsters. Predators who would kill everyone for a taste of blood. Light was no monster. At least, not with you.

My Sword

Slight Zenitsu x Fem!reader

Warnings: slight breathing technique spoiler for chapter 162, explanation of a wound, a little boring..i'm not very good at writing

Word count: 1171

The air whipped Y/n in the face, her hair blowing around her, grazing her jaw and neck. She stood on the straw roof of a house overlooking the village, as her eyes looked over the village. She stood as still as she could, urging her sense to find what she was looking for, forcing her breathing to stay as controlled as it was for just a little longer. The demon was there. She knew it. Or at least, that was what she had been told. She leaped from the roof, attempting to get closer to the small feeling she was holding on to, one buried deep within her. It felt like guilt; something that burned within her, like a fire, one that pulled her unconsciously towards her goal. It was a demon. It filled all of her senses, and made her feel like her breathing would get caught in her throat at any second. But she still couldn’t find it. Not for the life of her. Her sage green Haori flapped in the wind, her skirt following suit. She hated windy days. 

It had been 12 hours. She still hadn’t found it. She sent word to the upper ranking demon slayers, asking about the situation, and then offered to send backup. 

‘Little good that will do. I can’t find the demon!’ she thought to herself. This was all ridiculous. It wasn’t long before her backup showed up, however. In the form of 3 strange boys. 

“Hello…” she said hesitantly. They sure didn’t look like back up to her. Two of the boys greeted her, but the other, with a boar hat, mind you, seemed to be too distracted…with what, she couldn’t figure out. Their surroundings seemed pretty boring. She shook her head slightly before letting the boys in on the situation. They were to find the demon that lurked in the town, and had been kidnapping children in less than 7 hours; the situation had already dragged on long enough as it was. The only problem was that she couldnt find it. Anywhere. So the boys offered to help. 

One boy, with particularly bright hair used his extraordinary hearing to try and find it. No luck. 

One of the others, a particularly sweet one, used his nose to smell it. No dice. 

The last one tried to use his ability to feel them through spatial awareness. He didn’t sense a thing. At this point all of them were at a loss, so they called it a day, and went to get a couple rooms at an inn so they could regroup and figure out the situation. 

Once they had all settled the meeting began. 

“Hmm..perhaps a demon that can hide its scent?” proposed the red head, who had introduced himself as Tanjiro. 

“I'm not sure…that could be the case, but Zenitsu and Inosuke couldn’t find it either.” Y/n countered. They were at a complete loss. None of them had ever had to fight a demon like this, let alone find one. The more they talked, the more sleep called to them all, begging to take them over, filling their senses with the sticky feeling of being tired. It had been a long day of walking and searching for all of them. Soon they all gave in, separating to their designated rooms. 

Y/n stripped off her uniform, and bathed, scrubbing the day's dirt from her skin and hair. She then put on a night gown, one made of soft purple silk, the sleeves coming down to the middle of her upper arm. Just as she was about to settle into the warmth and plushness of her bed, she heard a bang. And a yelp. One that sounded just like the high pitched voice of Zenitsu. She sighed, standing up, heading towards their room. She swung the door open, hoping her annoyance was evident.

“Do you mind? It's late, and I think we all need sleep for-” her eyes swept over their room. The window was shattered. Zenitsu was sprawled out on the floor. Tanjiro was bleeding down his arm, staining his white nightshirt. Inosuke’s boar head was off, tossed in a random corner, his swords in hand. It took two seconds for Y/n to notice the demon. Two seconds too late. It rushed at her, claws longer than ones she had seen before. She ducked down, the demon's claws smashing into the wood of the door, and he tugged them out quickly. Y/n had already rolled away to Tanjiro’s side, Zenitsu’s nichirin blade in hand. Something about his sword sent a tingling feeling through her. That was something to think about later however. 

“Tanjiro, what the hell happened? Is your arm ok?” she said, quickly blocking the sharp claws of the demon. He spoke quickly, explaining that it had surprised them, shattering the window. As it was about to kill Zenitsu, Tanjiro stepped in the way, and attempted to block the attack, but he only managed to block some of it. Y/n fought quickly as Tanjiro recounted the story, and Y/n attempted to slice the demon's head many times, but Zenitsu’s sword was different from hers; something about the balance was off, it was much heavier than hers. Suddenly the demon swayed, and turned towards Zenitsu. Y'n rushed to his side, and blocked the Demon’s attack just in time to avoid Zenitsu’s death. She groaned as the demon’s claws sliced her upper chest, just short of the positioning of her heart. She was trying to avoid using a breathing technique so they wouldn’t cause any more damage to the already destroyed room, but that didn’t last long. Her basic use of the sword was too weak for the demon. She grit her teeth, taking control of her breath, as she prepared to end the fight once and for all.

‘Flower Breathing: Fourth Form! Crimson Hanagoromo!” swirls of pink and white flowers burst from around her and Zenitsu’s sword as she sent a single slash through the demon, killing him. As the demon finally fell, she let out a sigh of relief. At least they had finally found the demon. She turned to check on the trio of boys, all of them staring at her.

“What, never seen flower breathing before?” she giggled. She sat down beside Zenitsu, helping him sit up. She inspected him for wounds, hand fluttering over his chest. A blush spread on his face, and he could feel himself become lightheaded from the feeling. Y/n looked up to him just in time to see it, and she placed her hand against his forehead, then his cheeks. 

“Are you…sick? You seem fine..” she said, looking at him with curiosity. He shook his head quickly, yellow and orange strands of hair fluttering around his face like little butterflies. 

“It's-just…that-..well..” he stuttered, words sticking to his throat like glue. 

“Well what?” Hana asked curiously. Zenitsu brought his face closer to hers, blush intensifying, his voice a soft whisper. 

“Well…i think you looked amazing…fighting with my sword…”

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Attack On Titan Music Headcanons!

just random headcanons of songs I think they would enjoy, and habits that I think come along with it!

Warnings: Bad Grammar!

includes: Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, Levi, Erwin, and Hange!

Wordcount: 1.3k

enjoy~

Eren

Kinda gives XXXTTENTACION vibes?? Also Lil Peep

Used to love the song Crisis by Jasiah and obnoxiously sang it, or played it really loud when he got the Aux cord in ANYONES car. Got to the point that everyone despised him for it. 

I feel like he listened to a mix of Deftones type music and also a little bit of rap? 

Listened to Can You Feel My Heart when he was 15. A lot. 

I can see him liking Fall Out Boy as well, especially when he was a young teen, and might have even liked a little bit of Twenty One Pilots.

BIGGEST MCR FAN THERE IS. like. He's OBSESSED. Specifically likes Dead!

Armin 

LOVVESSS the Cults, specifically Always Forever

Probably also liked harry styles

Seems like the type to gatekeeper music, but is like veryyyy passive aggressive about it. 

I can see him liking Tyler, The Creator, but specific songs, Like GONE, GONE / THANK YOU 

TV Girl. specifically Not Allowed and Lovers Rock

Eyedress, and he loves to listen to there music during summer, he feels like it has such a nice summer vibe.

Probably walks through the streets by himself with headphones on, and just listens to music and walks for hours. 

He almost seems like the type of person to constantly have an earbud in, but at the same time he really enjoys spending time with friends, and finds it very valuable. 

Mikasa

All The Things She Said, Bang Bang Bang Bang, Crazy Girls

Loves t.A.T.u and Sohodolls

A little bit of Ariana Grande, but its like a guilty pleasure for her, and the only one who knows is Sasha

Also Likes Doja Cat and Billie Eilish 

Hollaback Girl 

Alternatively, i think she might also listen to music that is completely contradictory to her appearance, like Kikuo and Hatsune Miku

Might even listen to a little bit of Rebzyyx, MAYBE. But specific songs. 

Jean

Cigarettes after sex for sureeeee

Probably cries to music. Frequently. 

Seems like a Harry Styles fan as well, specifically Sign Of The Times

Probably scream sings Brutal and Good 4 u by Olivia Rodrigo

Probably listens to a little rap, and WOULD start a fight over Eminem being the best Rapper

Also gives Tyler, The Creator vibes and Juice WRLD vibes 

When hes drunk or realllyyy in the mood he might aggressively sing Lady Gaga

Probably has multiple playlists instead of just one, each for a different mood or activity, and loves to make recommendation playlists for his friends 

Totally gives Cage The Elephant Vibes

Connie 

MF DOOM, Childish Gambino, Rae Sremmurd

Probably also liked Mrs. Hollywood by Go-Jo for a while as well

Bands By Comethazine and Rich The Kid gives such connie vibes its INSANE 

If people asked for music recs he would say stupid stuff like Fortnite Balls and Chug Jug With you

Odetari, Specifically GOOD LOYAL THOTS and LOOK DON’T TOUCH

Probably liked Cochise for a while, specifically Tell Em

Isn’t one to listen to sad music.

If people recommend songs he either forgets the name, or just forgets to listen to it because he gets so focused on his own music.

I actually think he probably rarely listens to music, and kind of just listens to whatever his friends may play, or whatever is on tik tok.

Definitely listens to tik tok edit audios and pretends he’s in an edit 

Also loves the Gorillaz

MOTHER MOTHER IS HIS FAVOURITE BAND.

Sasha 

The person who showed Jean Lady Gaga 

Kesha, specifically Backstabber

Also showed Mikasa Doja Cat??

Probably listened to Heat Waves by Glass Animals for MONTHS.

Cries to taylor swift's Folklore album

Armin showed her Marlboro Nights, and SHE LOVED IT

Probably went through a very long Lizzo faze

One of the only songs she's loved FOREVER and never lets people judge her on is July by Noah Cyrus. 

Really likes the album FIRE ON MARZZ by BENEE

Has a really long playlist because she puts entire albums onto it, and if she doesn't like the song she just skips it.

Reiner

Probably unironically likes Can You Feel My Heart

His guilty pleasure is Beach Bunny

Reiner (Season 1) probably listened to FNAF music but didn’t realise it was FNAF music until Armin told him, and was super embarrassed about it. Has never listened to any of those songs again.

Might like a little Roar? Mainly Christmas kids

BIGGG maneskin fan

Probably also loves Ghost, like A LOT. specifically Mary On A Cross

Also gatekeeps music, but unlike Armin, is VERY aggressive about it. 

Foo Fighters and Arcade Fire

LOVES THE SUBURBS. It reminds him of his family, and growing up, AND BERTHOLDT. 

Dabbles in My Chemical Romance and maybe. MAYBE ICP. maybe. 

Bertholdt

MGMT, Frank Ocean, Mac Demarco, Steve Lacy 

Dark Red was his favourite song for yearsss.

Is VERY shy about his music. Barley even lets his friends know about what he's into because he's so nervous they will judge him. He only tells Reiner, and that's still pretty rare

When he's alone, a LOVES to dance to music

Probably listened to the song The Perfect Girl by Mareux

I can see him fan boying over The Neighborhood, and knows every word to all of their songs.

Reiner showed him Foo Fighters, but the only song by them he liked was Everlong

Alien Blues by Vundabar was his favourite (Specifically season one Bertholdt)

TAME IMPALA

Tame Impala is the only band he talks about and he OBSESSES over it. Like once he's started talking the man WILL NOT STOP

Likes Scaled And Icy by Twenty One Pilots 

Run Boy Run by Woolkid 

Annie

I see her REALLY liking Crystal Castles, maybe even Pastel Ghost, but specifically Crystal Castles

Likes a little bit of Tame Impala. Only listened to them because Bertholdt would not shut up about it

Also likes Billie Eilish

I can see her liking a little Lady Gaga, but mainly just Government Hooker, Monster, and Poker Face

Peter McPoland, her guilty pleasure is Romeo and Juliet

Horror Scene by Xowie Jones and Aldn

7 Weeks & 3 Days was one of her favourite songs. 

HUGEE GRIMES FAN. really likes 4ӔM and Oblivion

Little Bit by Lykke Li

LOVES POISON TREE BY GROUPER. She listened to it a lot (Season 4) and listened to it when she was feeling down.

Might Like a little Memo Boy, Insomniac and Brian is the Most Beautiful

Levi

Lots of classical. He will stay up all night to listen to music. At first it starts soft, Moonlight Sonata and Fur Elise, and then later in the night he starts to listen to some more loud aggressive stuff, like Dies Irae. 

Likes aggressive Jazz. Sakuran by Sheena Ringo and Take 5 by Dave Brubeck

I don’t think hes one to avidly listen to music. Its rare, and when he does its the middle of the night, and hes sipping tea, swaying back and forth to the music a bit. Hes always alone. 

No one has ever caught him listening to music. 

HE CANNOT STAND COUNTRY. DESPISES IT.

Loud music. Not because hes deaf, but because he likes to feel completely surrounded by it. 

Has GREAT speakers. Invests in good quality music playing things. 

Erwin

Country. Luke Combs, Zac Brown Band.

Loves Chicken Fried and Fishing In The Dark

Chris Stapleton is his FAVOURITE.

He's the kind of person who always has the radio playing, whether it's from a google, his truck, or his phone. He loves the radio. 

Listens to it very quietly. It's like background noise. Somehow still knows all the words? 

Plays Tennessee Whiskey over and over again. 

NEVER lets anyone touch his music, his radio, his phone. NEVER. He's in the feels. 

Hange

Machine Girl, specifically Uzumaki. Just because it's different and she likes it. 

Suki Suki Daisuki By Jun Togawa 

City Pop, Mayonaka no Door/Stay with me, and 4:00A.M. 

Also likes Sakuran By Sheena Ringo, Levi was the one who showed it to her.

Just a very big fan of japanese music, especially older stuff, loves how it sounds. 

Definitely drives around listening to music in the middle of the night. 

Funnily enough, Levi doesn't mind the old japanese music, but he HATES Machine girl. A lot. 

SPOILER WARNING FOR A PLAGUE TALE REQUIEM!!!

Crying. Crying so hard. What the actual hell.

It's even worse because over the course of playing the first and second plague tale games it's like you're building a connection to Amicia and Hugo and learning about them.

And seeing them grow.

We see them struggle with a that's happening, the weight of being able to kill and having done it before getting to Amicia, and the weight of the Macula and rats getting to Hugo.

We see them support one another and care for one another, and a scene that showed this so well was the scene in which Amicia gets shot with the arrow, the scene that starts the final stage of the Macula within Hugo.

That part hurt so much, because we truly see how much Hugo loved and cared for Amicia.

And another scene is at the end, when Hugo is talking to Amicia and Amicia is coming to terms, or at least trying to, with what she must do.

It hurt so bad to see her, Amicia De Rune, someone who seemed so invisible, to be absolutely destroyed by what she must do. It almost felt like I could feel her pain.

It was so heart breaking.

Not a single thing could have prepared me for Hugo's death in A plague tale.

Emotional damage that I may never recover from.

For Him

Fyodor X Fem!Reader 

Warnings: Really bad angst, idk I tried

Word count: 843

There was something so electric about his eyes.

Whenever he looked you over you felt like lightning was striking through you to the very core, only to spread through your body and into your fingertips. But of course, there was nothing in his gaze unusual. No Love, no worry, no wanting. Just the same old cold calculating eyes as always. You may have liked to pretend there was something more to them, but you knew there never would be. 

You sat beside him, listening to him speak in his mother tongue, conversing with his white haired partner across from him. You could make out bits and pieces, ever since you and Fyodor started your relationship you had decided to learn. For him. Not that it mattered to him. 

You silently ate your food, the “date” you had set up for the two of you being interrupted by his white haired friend, Nikolai. Fyodor didn’t seem bothered in the slightest, he almost seemed happy with the interruption. You sighed as the two talked, moving the food around your plate with your fork. You couldn’t tell if you and Fyodor were anything. You cared for him so deeply, you tried so hard, hell you even tried to learn his home country's language for him. All for him. It hurt that he didn’t care, not in the slightest. You could feel your cheeks turning red in shame, you knew all along he was only with you because you could help him, because you could be of use to him. But you thought maybe, just maybe, if you tried your hardest, showed him how much you cared that he might start to feel the same. You cursed yourself for being so stupid. 

As you started to feel the tears build up behind your eyes. You excused yourself to go to the washroom, neither of them seeming to notice. It stung more than you thought it would. You rushed to the washroom, slamming the stall door shut, maybe harder than you should have. You brought your legs to your chest, letting the tears fall free, landing on your legs. You should have known he would never care. You were just a tool. Hiccups started to break free, and you tried to quiet down. The last thing you wanted was for someone, him, to hear you. After minutes passed you started to slow your breathing, and started to calm down. You stood up and walked out of the stall, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your face was red, but maybe he wouldn’t notice, the same way he didn’t notice earlier. 

You walked out into the restaurant, searching for your table. You arrived. But they were gone, all traces of their existence at the table as well. The only thing left there was the bill. The lonely piece of paper, the price more expensive than you thought. You held back more tears as you went to pay, and quickly headed back home. You wondered if you would be able to face Fyodor. 

As you walked through the door you prayed he would be gone, out with Nikolai, or busy with work. You quickly and quietly walked into your bedroom, and pried off your jacket, tossing it to the ground. You crawled under the blankets, the tears and hiccups picking up right where they left off, pouring down your cheeks like never before. Your head hurt, but the most notable pain was the one in your chest. Not a pain really, more of an ache. One that throbbed and caused the tears to flow harder and harder, until you thought you would choke. One that felt like shattering glass piercing your very soul. You cried so hard you couldn’t hear the footsteps. 

A hand placed itself on your shoulder, causing you to jump. The blanket was pulled from you, revealing the last face you wanted to see, the one that caused all of the pain you had felt. 

Fyodor lifted you up, placing your head against his chest. You cried harder, hiccups intensifying, and you felt as if you would drown, either in pain or your own tears. 

“Fyodor…?” you called, once you had calmed down enough to speak.

“Yes?” he answered. 

“You don’t really love me, do you?” you asked, pain evident in the pleading look in your eyes, and the crack in your voice. 

“Of course I do, love,” he said, smiling. His smile didn’t reach his eyes, those electric eyes. The ones that always made your knees weak, the ones that made you feel so euphoric. The ones that would never hold any love, only cold emptiness.  But you didn’t care. At least he tried to make it sound like he did love you. Like he desired you. You would let him lie to you. Even if it hurt, even if he didn’t truly mean it, even if he would never understand how much you cared. Because he could use you. And you would do anything for him.