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:bulletblack: :bulletwhite: Death the Kid x Reader: Symmetrical Wavelength :bulletblack: :bulletwhite: It was nearing sunset and yet another day at the D.W.M.A had reached an end. The Grim Reaper Academy loomed high on the hill, majestically overlooking the rest of the city like a sentinel, as the smiling sun began to dip below the horizon. Currently (F/n), a young woman and Weapon in training, sat on the massive steps of the great school, letting the pleasant evening breeze ruffle her hair. (F/n) gazed out upon the city with unseeing eyes, completely lost to the depths of her thoughts. The girl was rather pretty, despite her clammy brow an

:bulletblack: :bulletwhite: Death the Kid x Reader: Symmetrical Friends :bulletblack: :bulletwhite: As a little girl, (F/n) had always known her answer, when adults asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up. In her young mind, she’d always assumed she’d be an artist. She’d been drawing and coloring as long as she could remember, so it seemed like the natural choice of career. But now just after her twelfth birthday, she wasn’t so sure anymore. . .   It wasn’t because her interests had changed, but rather that her physical abilities had spoken for her. Or rather, spoken to her parents.   (F/n)’s  par

:bulletgreen: Peter Pan x Reader: Believe :bulletgreen: (F/n) had been sick as long as she could remember. Even as a baby her illness had borne no name, and thus no treatment. But somehow, she had learned to live with it. The girl had never been able to attend public school or have friends to call her own, for fear that her condition might worsen. But she’d had other things to depend on. Her mother had taught her from the safety of their London flat, ranging from all the normal school subjects to ones of (F/n)’s choosing. Though physical strength often avoided her, she found pleasure in the depths of her mind. There, in the crev

:bulletgreen: Snape x Reader: Reciprocate :bulletgreen: (F/n) (L/n) had always hated the competition between the Houses. She was unaffected by simple, friendly rivalry. Certain levels of aggression were needed in every situation that life presented; it was naive to believe otherwise.  But the girl had never been able to excuse those who took their distinctions too far. It might have been the peaceful Hufflepuff in her, or it might have been her loving internal moral code. Whatever the case, (F/n) hated conflict. Throughout her years at Hogwarts, (F/n) had observed all sorts of confrontations and conflicts. But none she had found, could comp

*Previously ....* "Oi, love. Watch where you're going!" Finally, you looked up, and what you saw shook your world to the core. ....... "Arthur?" You queried. "That's my name. Don't wear it out. Wait......__________? Is that you?" *Presently...* You nodded, mouth agape. "Shut the barn door, __________, you'll let the flies in." Artie quipped, he had obviously gotten over the initial shock faster than you had. You snapped your mouth shut, feelings stung by his slightly sharp words. This wasn't the Artie you remembered. The Artie you knew was kind and sweet, forever by your side. "Artie?" You questioned, dubious. The dirty-blonde in f