A Life Mission-Free! ES Matsuoka Rin x Reader PT 1A Life Mission-Free! ES Matsuoka Rin x Reader
(F/N): your first name
(H/C): your hair colour
(E/C): your eye colour
(Fr/N): friend name
(Fr/H/C): friend’s hair colour
(F/C): Favourite colour
Ah, morning. The start of a brand new day. Yellowish lines glowed and reached every corner of the earth, bashing the dark with fierce yet soft light. Birds flew around and sang the morning theme, waking the unfurled flowers with its chirping notes. It was a perfect way to start this nice, warm, sunny day. Surely, this beautiful harmony would lift the spirits of all being.
Yet, one heart was gloomy, weighted down by an unknown and confusing feeling.
There, stood one woman who witnessed the gorgeous morning, yet mirth was nowhere near her (E/C) irises which stared at the object on her hand.
Upon closer inspection, it bore the sign plus or positive.
The woman—whose name was (Y/N)—could only release a tired sigh
TG: 4.5 - Welcome HomeSlowly but steadily the meagre vegetation of the frozen landscape changed for green bushes. Every step you took trampled more and more grass on your way back home. The plants rose, snow and ice were left behind – your home was getting closer and closer. Next to you, your two teammates and your sensei accompanied you down the rocky road back to the village. Excited chattering was heard from all three of you. Your first big mission completed; your first big step on becoming a true ninja. But yet…with every step you were closing in on your home village, you became quieter. Torogakure’s walls rose on the horizon, and by the time your team arrived at the gate, you had readjusted your hair four times. Leaving the chatter for your teammates, you just tossed in some snarky remarks every now and then whenever you were addressed. Maybe they wondered about the change, maybe not. Either way, you were home now. Was this supposed to be your big day? Having yourself celebrated
Walking with the WolfWalking with the Wolf
The wolf watched the old lady in her garden. Desiring her to come closer that he may sink his teeth into her throat.
She was the witch that had hunted his pack until he alone remained. Now he had hunted her and had found her lair. A cottage in a hollow deep in the dark forest. But how to get close enough to take her without her using her magic against him.
He looked around.
He saw a figure in red coming up the path. He was curious why would anyone come close to the witch.
Staying carefully out of sight he loped through the forest and found a girl walking carefully on the path carrying a basket and a long thin stick she was sweeping the ground in front of her with. He stopped near a large tree and dropped his haunches to the leave covered ground, snapping a twig in the process.
“G-grandma, I-is that you?”
He snarled at himself berating at himself.
The girl’s hooded head swiveled around to where he was.
“I-I know your there. Please say someth
Own-Fiction :: Not So Alone ::Tonx lived alone. He always had and had no intention of changing this. He was a werewolf with ash-grey fur and eyes like fire. His tail was long and fluffy and his ears always stood up, no matter his emotion. He was laid in his cave, having a nap, when suddenly; a sharp ache in his stomach rudely awoke him. His eyes snapped open and he curled in on himself. “Oh, fuck!” He hissed, gritting his sharp, slightly yellow teeth. “What the fuck what that?” the male questioned himself, but no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn’t find any logical solution. He’d been eating right, three meals a day and had a sleeping schedule that he never broke, so why now, was he suddenly feeling hot all over, experiencing agonising stomach pain, and felt the need to take a huge dump? “Whyyy?” He moaned as he squeezed his eyes shut as his stomach cramped up. “What is going ooooon?!” Tonx howled and stretched his body out to try and make
A Life Mission-Free! ES Matsuoka Rin x Reader PT 2Break hour was over, (Y/N) and (Fr/N) were dragging their feet toward the elevator when suddenly a man barged in with an officer on tow. The office workers stepped aside—some shrieked in horror—when they saw a firearm on the ski-masked man’s hand.
Hearing the commotion behind her, she turned around to see what happened. Her eyes spotted a police hat and her ears perked up due to the all too familiar voice she heard.
“Stop right there!”
“Wha-(Y/N), where are you going?!”
Upon hearing the voice she knew too well, (Y/N) weaved her way amidst the crowd who were running the opposite way; her friend’s exclaim fell into deaf ears. She wanted to have a clear vision of both party involved.
On a safe distance, she could see the struggle between an outlaw and him—him, being the eldest Matsuoka. Rin had his left arm wrapped strongly around the criminal’s neck while his right tried to pry the gun out of his hand.
SecretsAimi smiled softly at her newborn son cradled in her arms, she had been through fourteen hours of labor and did not mind it one bit, as the miracle she was holding in her arms was perfect in every way. She could not wait to share the good news with her family and most of all she felt at peace and ease for the first time since her marriage into the Oshiro family. Her little Akihiko had made his appearance at approximately twelve noon and had proved that his lungs were powerful.
“Aimi, let me see him,” Hoshiko Oshiro walked over to his wife quickly and smiled gently down at the infant she was cradling. “My wonderful first born son’s finally here.”
“Yes and he’s adorable,” Aimi hoped that Hoshiko wouldn’t notice that their son didn’t look a thing like him. But she knew that as perceptive as the elder man was, there would probably be questions once she recovered from labor and delivery.
“Aimi, he looks just like you,”
Timothy's TimeOnce upon a time there was a little boy, with hair as gold as a summer sun and eyes as blue as the sea. His overalls were covered in brown and green stains and a toy sword was strapped around his waist. He was a curious thing and his curiosity often led him into trouble. And like all little boys, he’d bat his lashes, give a grin, and sweetly say those two words that had saved him from timeout on more than one occasion.
“Sorry mommy,” Timothy would shift beneath his mother’s gaze.
“Oh, Timmy,” his mother would shake her head as she wiped at his mud caked face with a wet cloth, or swept up the pieces of broken glass, or neatly restacked the papers the boy had disturbed on his father’s desk. She had learned early on in her son’s life not to leave him alone for too long, yet there were times when she had to. She’d be doing laundry and would leave him in front of the television, only to hear a loud crash moments later. She’d be str
Breakfast mishapMariya smiled at her three cheerful children, her heart practically melting as she watched them. Matthew waddled over and started to talk to his little sister in that adorable broken baby English with just a hint of french sprinkled here and there. Mariya chuckled listening to her eldest son tell her youngest about something he saw kuma do yesterday.
Not to long after Alfred waddled up as well to take part in the storytelling. Although she didn't understand much of what her big brothers were saying, Alice giggled watching them smile and wave their arms in gestures. Francis chuckled now and then hearing little tidbits of the stories.
the peacefulness was cut off by the sound of a loud popping noise from the kitchen. Francis sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, the three toddlers burst into sobs. "ahh no no don't cry shhh shhh" Mariya shushed her children while bouncing Alice gently on her lap. "ne pleure pas les petits c'est bien" Mariya sighed a bit when the children then begun t
Where Are We Going From Here A cold breath of wind brushed over the tundra, picking up loosened snow and ruffling the golden fur of her companion. Cade huddled closer to Sayen with a grumbling noise of complaint, curling so that he could tuck his cold nose into the small of her back. Sayen huffed softly, a fond smile crossing her face as she patted his great head. Cade slept on, oblivious to the gathering storm outside their humble shelter.
The lean-to was buffeted on all sides by the wind; their campfire flickered and threatened to go out. Sayen knew it was almost time to move on, but they had been traveling for so long she was loathe to continue. Sayen considered their options as she wormed her way out of the cocoon of warm blankets to pick out a few slices of seal jerky, stuffing them in her mouth as she quickly returned to wrapping herself up.
Cade made a deep snuffling noise beside her and Sayen chewed more quickly. She managed
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