LunaShimada

     Law couldn't believe this. Damn that Jewelry Bonney, making him revert to this form. He tries to keep his pants on but it was impossible to move. Looking around, Law spots a clothing store and hurries for it, his hoodie barely covering his calves. He rushes in, trying to find some suitable clothes for himself in this state. He finds some and starts back for the door.      "Hey kid you uh, got money for those clothes?" A voice makes him look over at the young woman sitting on the counter with a raised eyebrow.      "Ah.... I..." Law tries to think of something, glancing toward the door.      "Just get dressed in the bathroom kid, I

Bowlcut boy, big deal. You couldn’t fool yourself, though. Yu Narukami was indeed a big deal. At least to you. As well to most other people in the school. At first, everyone had been interested in the new kid that had been shipped in from the big city. You hadn’t been. But as public interest waned as everyone got used to him, you only became more intrigued. So intrigued that you had started to become annoyed. You were annoyed with yourself and the way that you couldn’t handle your emotions. Which was why you almost had a heart attack, after the teacher paired the two of you on a project. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest

Yosuke Hanamura looked up from the broken CD inside the case- Satonaka was going to kill him- to find the transfer student standing there, her name written up on the board, and her nervously shuffling on her feet, her hands adjusting the ribbon on her shirt. Her silver hair brushed over her shoulders, reaching down to her chest. Yosuke tried to shake his mind off of staring at her breasts as King Moron ranted about how she was a slut, and how she could try to not flirt with all the boys and 'infect' them... and how she was a loser. "Excuse me." She turned to the teacher, her eyebrows creased downwards and her face in a frown. Yosuke had a fe

WARNING: PREVIOUS: http://filllyreports.deviantart.com/art/Lost-one-Newt-Scamander-x-reader-Pt-14-664928059 The trial for Grindelwald went very similar to Veronica (l/n)’s trial. Luckily they had enough witnesses that (Y/N), Newt, Tina, and Credence didn’t have to attended. The hours in which Credence and (Y/N) were missing were probably the worst in Newts life, second only to the day (Y/N) lost her mind. Once they met up with Queenie and Jacob, he raced into the case to find (Y/N) making tea, with Credence sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, taking steadying deep breaths as he rubbed his face tiredly. Newt had been root

    The smell of pancakes woke you up. Blinking the sleep away from your eyes, you glanced blearily around the room before your eyes landed on the clock. 6:00 am. You stood up, walking over to your closet to get some clothing before rushing to get into the shower. Your husband made pancakes!    As soon as you finished, you took a step out of the shower, dressed in sweatpants and one of Matthew's sweaters. No meetings today! It was a day dedicated to paperwork. Jogging lightly down the stairs, you were met with the sight of Matthew in a suit as he finished putting the pancakes onto the table. He smiled at you and when he noticed his sweater

    "(F/n), wake up." A voice said, as a hand shook your shoulder. "I have to go to work." You groaned, cracking open an eye. Your American husband grinned at the sight of your (e/c) eyes as he leaned over your side of the bed to get a better look at you. "Good morning sleeping beauty. Your hero needs to go to work early so I'll be leaving now." You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for a hug.    "Now?" You mumbled. "It's too early."    "Not for a hero babe." Alfred grinned, placing a kiss on your cheek before prying your arms off of his neck. "Don't be afraid to text me, 'kay? I'll totally answer you 'cause it's not v

    You woke up to an empty bed. You sat up, shutting the alarm off before looking around for your emerald-eyed husband. The shower was not on and there was no smell of something burning. Thank goodness.    "Arthur?" You called out, taking a step out of bed. Then you noted the note propped against the alarm clock. In that neat cursive writing of his, he had left you a note. He probably didn't want to wake you up. You picked it up and glanced over it quickly. Sorry love, got called into work early. Don't worry too much, see you tonight.                Love,                    Arthur    You sighed. You should have expected that as it had