SOLDIERsGenesis and Angeal aspired to be like the great Sephiroth so they joined the SOLDIER program where they quickly ascended through the ranks to become First Class SOLDIERs.SOLDIERs by Chaosbayne
Work for SOLDIER seemed to be good and honorable; people were protected and monsters slain. For a while Genesis and Angeal felt that they were doing something good in the world.
What they didn’t know was all the testing they underwent to become as enhanced as they were. Professor Hojo and Doctor Hollander were cruel people; experimenting on man for the simple glory of it.
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There’s no turning back
A small accident led Genesis to discover exactly what made him. He was an experiment; a sick project of twisted and inhuman men.
Convinced that Hollander could save him from degradation, Genesis did as the man commanded; he defected from SOLDIER, taking a number of Second and Third Classes with him.
Several months later, Angeal also learns of his origins and becomes disgusted with himsel
PencilsDisclaimer: I do not own FFVIIPencils by Chaosbayne
Zack’s office was no ordinary office. He had shelves attached to every empty space, proudly displaying his pencil collection. Some shelves were empty while other had empty spaces on them. These were for new additions.
There was no rhyme or reason to his organization; he simply displayed his pencils wherever he felt they looked the best.
Most were brand new pencils, still in their packaging and quite shiny. Others were used; some very obvious.
The pencils that were used, Zack happily stole from his co-workers. Of course, Zack never saw it as stealing if it was for the good of his collection.
Pencils with pink erasers, green erasers or blue, solid colors, half colors, patterns or shapes; it did not matter for Zack collected them all.
He was most proud of his shiny pencils and the ones that glowed in the dark. He could stare at those pencils for hours; or until they stopped glowing.
Most of the glow in the dark pencils he liberated from Elena. She was
ApplesDisclaimer: FFVII belongs to Square EnixApples by Chaosbayne
After many long and awkward hours with Reno in a helicopter, Sephiroth finally finds what he is looking for just outside of Mideel; a tiny orchard that only grows green apples.
Previous experimentation has proven that only seven apples of the proper size can fit in the bowl he desires and only sit one inch above the bowl.
Looking over each apple carefully, Sephiroth picks only the greenest apples and the ones that are the same size as his palm. Satisfied, Sephiroth grudgingly makes his way back to the helicopter for another awkward trip with Reno.
‘The things that Turk finds kinky are shocking, appalling and, I hate to admit, also slightly kinky.’ Sephiroth shakes his head to dispel the disturbing images.
Back in his apartment, Sephiroth gently places the apples on his counter, washing them one by one.
Apples cleaned, he grabs his keys and heads back out again; this time to find a glass bowl, also green.
This proves to be diff
Present. (Green X Reader)Present. (Green X Reader) by dinosauruses
A/N: Request from Miko2495 ~
I think it's a little short, but hopefully it's alright. Enjoy! ;*
"Why won't this stupid paper stay in place?!" You growled, tearing through the polka-dotted wrapping paper once again.
Around you was a messy pile of ribbons, paper, tape, and various other decorations.
All you wanted to do was wrap your little sister's gift for her! It was quite large and awkwardly shaped, which didn't really make your job any easier.
"(Y/N), why are you being so loud?" Green called as he made his way down the stairs into the living room.
He instantly burst out laughing upon seeing you with tape all over your arms and paper ripped up around you.
"Can you help me wrap a present?" You sighed, blowing a piece of string out of your face.
"Let me show you how a professional does it." Green grinned, placing the gift in the middle of a fresh sheet of wrapping paper.
"Alright, a fold here, crease it to make it e
Frosting (Fred Weasley X Reader)Frosting (Fred Weasley X Reader) by musicmaniac427
You rested your head against Fred’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as you swayed to the music.
“How are you so calm?” You whispered, extracting your head and peering up at him. Fred glanced around at the people watching, George, his parents, the whole Weasley clan along with friends from Hogwarts and your own family.
“Because I’m with you. And this is our wedding day. It’s our day, there’s no need to be so nervous.” Fred answered, leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.
You hummed happily in response, nestling your head back into Fred’s chest as he pulled away. His grip on your waist tightened, holding your body closer to his own.
You and Fred made your way over to the table that held your wedding cake, everyone else following after. Fred grabbed the knife, his other hand finding yours and pressing it to the knife handle.
Together, you cut the cake, cutting first one, then two pieces. Yo
Hypothetically (Draco Malfoy X Reader)Hypothetically (Draco Malfoy X Reader) by musicmaniac427
Draco gritted his teeth, aggressively chopping a piece of ginger in an attempt to distract himself.
He was getting seriously annoyed.
__y/n__, his crush, whom he had no right to be possessive over but was anyway, was talking to Potter.
Stupid, annoying, everyone’s-hero Potter.
It really shouldn’t have made him as angry as it did; you weren’t dating, you didn’t know of his feelings, you didn’t even talk to each other that often.
But still, it did.
He wanted to walk right up there, kick Potter out of his chair, and kiss you senseless.
Which, in all honesty, was a terrible plan. But his anger was growing and growing, and his idea was seriously seeming like the best option as you laughed at something Potter said, your cheeks going slightly pink and your eyes sparkling.
He wanted to be the one to make you laugh, he wanted to be the one to make you blush, he wanted to be the one helping you make your potion, he wanted to sit next to you, he just wanted to
9th Doctor X Reader: Coffee(y/n) stumbled to the TARDIS control hub, searching for the Doctor. She was still in her (favorite color) sweats and her (2nd favorite color) T-shirt. Her ongoing mission: to find her favorite life sustaining beverage.9th Doctor X Reader: Coffee by Star-Trekker-13
“(y/n), what’s wrong?” he asked, noticing your lumbering movements and droopy eyelids.
“Where’s the coffee? I’m exhausted.”
You had been travelling with the Doctor for over a week without a single drop of the Columbian grown beverage. Now, your body was caffeine deprived.
The Doctor chuckled, flashing his signature grin, and said, “It’s in the kitchen. Follow me.”
It turns out that the two of you ended up walking side by side, since you almost fell down the stairs (due to your tired eyes and limbs).
Finally, the two of you made it to the kitchen. It was small, but it was cozy. As the Doctor prepared drinks for the both of you, you sat at the table, propping your head up with your hands. You slowly began to doze