BlackFire0793

Fem!Reader As the sun hung low over Alabasta’s barren horizon, the crew finally called a halt to their relentless marching, dropping heavy packs from their tired shoulders into the hot sand at their feet. You collapsed to the ground in a puff of dust, your legs no longer able to support your weight. Likewise, the others dropped like flies around you, groaning and massaging their sore and blistered feet. The only ones who remained unaffected were Nami and Vivi, who had been given the luxury of being carried across the burning sands on the back of Eyelashes the camel; and Ace who seemed perfectly at home in the sweltering heat. You eyed

You sat at the edge of an alleyway, looking out. It was dark in the shadows and a cold breeze blew. Again, you were alone. Your heart felt like it would tear apart, painfully compressing in your chest. Yet you found solace in one thing--one man--as you stare at his sheathed sword: Nicolas Brown was the pinnacle of your life. Although you hated nearly all aspects of your life, typically wishing you would simply vanish from this world, there he was--when you were fortunate enough to see him, the mere image of him was enough to fill the void in your soul, to make you feel alive, grateful you were living for the sight of him. Usually, when he e

“I can’t believe you talked me into doing this…” Iwaizumi muttered under his breath as he tugged at the hood of his dark blue green jacket. “Sorry Iwa-cha, but I promise it’s just this one time. She was dressing up super nice today and she knows that I forbid her from dating,” Oikawa replied as he shoved his gloved hands into the pockets of his white hoodie. The hood was also up over his head much like Iwaizumi’s own was. “You know if she catches you she’s going to be pissed,” Iwaizumi said as he looked ahead to your figure. The two of them were currently tailing after you wi

         It was your turn to pick an item. You were a little bit nervous. It seemed like mostly villains were left, leaving you with a slim chance of getting anyone you actually knew. “Well, here goes nothing I guess.” You placed your hand inside the bucket and began to feel around. Nothing was really interesting so you just lifted up what was currently in your hand. It was a shot glass. “I really have no idea who's this is.” “It doesn't actually belong to me, but I used it.” Madara stood, walking casually over to you. “I brought nothing for such a game.” Jiraiya stiffened, unhappy that Madara

Clint Barton was a very good friend of yours. You had been just as devastated as everyone else when you heard that he had been put under a spell and taken by Loki. You had fought with all your might to make sure that he returned to the group like the normal Clint that he was, not the Clint that Loki had created in order to aid in his plans. There was someone else though. Another female agent by the name of Natasha Romanoff who had fought just as hard as you did...maybe even harder; you didn't understand some of her actions. When the Avengers managed to capture Loki, she just snapped at him. Yet, when Loki asked her if she was in love with Cl

(Name)’s POV “Nat,” you called softly. “Yeah (Name),” Natasha responded. You glanced over at her in the dimly lit kitchen, “found it.” Tony’s POV Tony strolled into the kitchen at three in the afternoon to grab some candy from his secret stash. It was the best time to grab some sweets because all the Avengers and (Name) were around doing something else. Bruce was in the lab, Clint was training with Steve, and Natasha and (Name) haven’t been seen all day. Tony opened the last bottom cupboard in the kitchen on the lounge floor and reached inside, feeling around. He became confused wh