MistressOfTheVoid

:bulletpurple: Howl x Reader: Vixen :bulletpurple: (F/n)’s heart hammered painfully in her chest. Her small feet pattered on the cobbled streets as she fought to outrun those who were pursuing her. There had been very few times in her short life, where the young woman had been truly frightened, but now anxiety coursed through her veins and forced her forward. She had been running for so long, that it almost felt like it was all she could do. Run. Hard and fast and out of harm’s way.   It was midday, and the sun glowed gaily in the sky, though sadly such beauty was lost on (F/n). When she had entered the town (Market Chipping if t

Warning: This is based off of the Married Life sequence from Up, so it includes a (kind of) miscarriage, death, and is overall pretty sad so if any of that bothers you I suggest you do not read this. Also, I suggest listening to this song while reading: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sjAWAUc_33k ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The barrier separating the underground from the surface had finally been broken, so humans and monsters could finally coexist again. You and your robot husband Mettaton were moving into a house on the surface. It was Mettaton’s dream to perform for thos

A/N: An AU story in which Pietro, Kurt and Blink are all young teens that go to Charles Xaviers School for Gifted Youngsters. The readers powers are not quite defined in this, but she has powers similar to Kitty except she can't phase through people. “(f/n) (l/n)!” Logan roared from downstairs. “You’re gonna get it this time, kid!” You barely had enough time to register what was happening when Logan stormed into your room with his hot pink colored claws out. You wanted to pretend that this was not your doing but one look at his claws and you lost it. You doubled over laughing, face turning cherry red. Logan howe

Warning(s): None Title: Murder House, Huh? Number in Series: Seventeen (Finale) Pairing: Tate Langdon x Reader Fandom: American Horror Story: Season One/Murder House Word Count: 1,037   You were laying on your bed, a camera in your hand. It was filled with photos from when you had just moved into this house. It was so odd to look back into those memories when you were still alive and innocent. When you didn't know about the people who lived in your house, you didn't even know that ghosts actually existed. Now you knew it all too well.   You came across a picture of your siblings. A small smile was on your face as you looked at their happ

It was a Friday afternoon and the bell had just rung, signaling that your classes were now over. Heaving out a heavy sigh, you packed up your things into your bag and started heading towards the classroom door to leave. Since you were on the third floor, the halls had become empty by the time you reached the main entrance of the building. You were prepared to leave and head back home to watch some of your favorite shows until a gust of wind blew your hair back and you were soon face-to-face with a devious trickster. “Pietro?” you arched an eyebrow at him. “I’m surprised that you actually dared to come to school. Sorry

"Screams are coming from that house. I reach one of the windows, knowing I'll find a man yelling at a small boy. The trembling child is staring at the floor, in a weak attempt to ignore what's in front of him. Hard to do when he's got ears. Shouting even louder, his father demands attention. As if the kid wasn't going to remember this for the rest of his life. Thankfully I've got some magic to spare today. I'll give that child the power to evaporate whatever's wrong with that madman. I stare at the kid, and focus. I'm very aware the poor fella doesn't have much spirit left; hoping for the best here... ...Did it work? I'm not sure, so I kee

“____!” Papyrus waved, holding a hand on the elevator door to keep it from closing.                Well, it made sense, you thought. They were headed out for the day, too—judging by their swim trunks and towels, at least. It wouldn’t be all that odd if you crossed paths once or twice, right?                “Actually, I think that’s a rock.” Sans pointed toward a geode on the shelf behind you. “…But what’s that in front of it?”                “_____!”                  “Um, hi.” You stepped into the elevator, adjusting your bag on your shoulder.  

    You sighed for what had to be the hundredth time that day as you stared out her bedroom window. Under normal circumstances the view you had of the garden relaxed you, but not then. For it was the second Thursday of the month which meant that it was time for Prince Thor and Lady Sif’s public sparring match. You slung the curtain back across the glass before you flopped unto your bed. Every month Sif got to choose the area that she and her soon-to-be husband would spar at and every month she chose the part of the garden that was right in front of your room. It was almost like Sif knew how much you envied her. How much you  wished to b