Kuroyoru1995

A Reiji Sakamaki X Reader One-shot disclaimer I don't own diabolik lovers or Reiji Reiji might be OOC I'm not really sure cause he's a more difficult character for me to understand. Please enjoy My name’s (f/n) (l/n). I’m 18 and I’m a sacrificial bride alongside Yui Komori. But those are the only things we have really have in common. Yui’s a nice girl and we get along, but we’re very different personality-wise. She’s by far more timid and soft spoken. I, however, am loudmouthed and tough as nails or as my granddad used to say I’m, “full of piss and vinegar”. Even so, Yui is like my little

 “(Y/N)! Wake up!” You sprang up to see Yamraiha shutting your door firmly. You stared at the blue haired magician in confusion. “Yam? What are you doing?” you asked. Warm sunlight had just started streaming through your window. It was still a bit early for visitors. You were a trusted friend and ally of King Sinbad. You had been living in his palace and working as an adviser to him and his eight generals for some years now. Usually, you went in Sinbad's place to negotiate or study in lands that were too far for him to visit. For the “conqueror of the Seven Seas”, he often found it hard to leave his p

Your alarm woke you up forty five minutes before the crossover. Another day, another dollar, you thought. Once you were dressed, you took two blood tablets then headed downstairs to meet up with everyone. “Hi, ____ did you sleep well,” asked the ever so sweet and kind Takuma.   “I slept just fine,” you answered giving him a kind smile. Now why couldn't you have fallen for him, instead of Kaname? You found yourself asking. Takuma was nice, handsome, a gentlemen. Kaname was cold; distant…handsome, sexy, had deep endless eyes that just made you melt. Damn. All talk ceased which could only mean one thing. The P

You sat in class, staring out the window, wondering what you would do about your feelings for a certain pureblood. He obviously liked Yuki which left no room for you. Sighing, you decided to push those frustrating emotions away and vowed to give up on Kaname Kuran completely. Once class ended, you went back to your room that you shared with no one, realizing now you would no longer have anyone to admire to make it through those dreary days. Oh well, you thought. The sun was starting to rise a bit, so you went to sleep, dreaming about the one you were supposed to be forgetting. You woke up around three p.m., throat feeling a little dry. You

“You seem a little tense (Y/N)-ya, mind if I help you a little?” you let out a squeak when his hands kneed your shoulders slowly, moving down your arms. “L-Law?” You look over your shoulder to the man. His shirt, hat, and shoes missing, leaving his tattooed chest exposed to the steamy air of the bathing room. Your cheeks flushed bright red, and you quickly turn around in an effort to keep it from Law’s attention and to calm you rapidly beating heart. You stare wide-eyed into the bubbly water, hearing him shift, you jump slightly as Law sat down behind you on the edge of the pool, with his legs on either side of

Rambunctious.  Noisy.  Brash.  Rowdy.  Crazy. These were the perfect words to describe you.  If you weren't crawling through the submarine's ducts, you were trying to fit in every space possible just to see if you could.  It was fun and challenging.  Everyone looked at you as if you were insane, but it was hard to keep yourself from doing such things since you were the only one on the whole crew who didn't have medical training. Well, other then Bepo, but he at least had knitting. You?  You were a bored weapons expert who had been picked up by the Heart Pirates during an incident on a island.  They had whisked you away because of your prom

"(Y/N)-ya, you need to be still, I can't patch up your wound if you keep moving." Law says calmly. You try to suppress another shiver as he moves his hands across your back with a firm but gentle touch, rubbing some kind of medicine over the stitches that adorn the horizontal slash that adorned your upper back. You try not to think about his touch, and nod to signal that you heard him, not really trusting your voice. Law lets out a huff, and moves your arms so they were away from your sides to he could wrap the wound with bandages. You barely suppress the shiver that shot through your spine and body, as his hands glided and brushed across yo

You weren't going to do it.  No way.  Nu-uh.  Foooooooorget it!!! Wrap, wrap.  Crinkle. If anything, you were going to avoid it all together!!  It seemed to be the only way. Tape.  Crinkle.  Fold. Yes, definitely the only way. Fold, fold.  Crinkle.  Tape. You smoothed down the brown paper before you stuck on the last piece of tape, stretching the clear strip down over the corner like an expert gift wrapper.  Smiling, you picked up the wrapped item and nodded, deeming it a job well done. No one would be able to tell this was Killer's shirt.  It looked unassuming and boring, just the way you wanted it.  You could walk down the hallway wi

Chapter 1     Docking at the piers the crew of the ship with a lion head on the front of it were excited to finally be on land after a week of no wind on the Grandline. They all decided to meet up all together at the bar that the girls agreed on that had the only orange brick walls outside. The green hair swordsman was given the job to watch their captain so that he would not do anything too stupid two. The two girls left the men to figure out what they wanted to do since their minds were on shopping for clothes and books. The sniper and ship mechanic decided to check out the shops in case there are a few items needed for the ship or new in

Between Lenalee’s gossiping and Lavi’s bragging, word of you being a “phantom” quickly spread around the order. Unbeknownst to you in your unconscious sleep, people quickly began to insist that they see you. Helveska had announced that you were to become an exorcist as soon as you were awoken, and with word of you being a ghost, people quickly became confused. People were asking if you were solid, if they could see you, and not before long, the uproar got louder. You were out for just over a week—Clearly worn out from whatever hellish trip it took to get you here. The excitement of their being a new exorcist to