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KandaXReader Fanfic- Part 1 ArrivalGODMODDING WARNING!!!!!!!!!
"Who in their right mind would build a headquarters here?!" You asked yourself as you finally reached the top of the cliff.
Today, you were supposedly joining The Black Order and just reached the headquarters. The place looked creepy and frankly, unwelcoming but you pushed that thought aside.
You steadied your breathing and mustered up the strenghth to stand up after the long and hard climb up the cliff. You walked along an upward path for a while until you finally reached what looked like the entrance. There was a large statue in between two, what you guessed to be, doors. It looked like those statues you'd find in Hawaii.
"Hello?" You called out quietly, slightly wanting to leave. "Can anyone hear me?"
"Hold sitll for an exam to test you are human or not!" The statue suddenly said. This starteld you, but you did as it said and tensed your body, as to not move. A beam of light fell upon you and paused to scan you over. "Approved" it said, but suddenly darte
Lavi x Reader: Never Mine to Begin With - Ch1
Chapter 1: Coffee!!
Lavi wasn't yours. He never was....
You knew that his eyes were set for beautiful women. Not you...
You were just one of the scientists that worked in the Black Order Headquarters. You were not as pretty as the girls he had said "Strike!" to, or as beautiful as your best friend, Lenalee. But even so, you couldn't help but have a crush on him.
Lavi was the type of man that had an easy-going feel around him. He always told jokes, made fun of people, and is very knowledgeable about a ton of stuff. To top it all off, he was very handsome. You have never enjoyed his company, for he was an Exorcist, and you were a scientist, stuck deep in work, but you have observed him from afar.
You sometimes wished you were an Exorcist so that you could be with him. At least go on missions with him or have a small conversation.
But as said before.... He wasn't yours.
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You groaned. Why couldn't you have mor
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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