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 A/N: This is something I've wanted to write out for a while now. I always like adding a little bit of "fate" or "dreams" or something related to fantasy that introduces something real. This can be taken as a Masamune x OC (be it Megohime or Aiko or whoever) or a Masamune x Reader. Either way, it's just a little thing I wanted to post. I hope you enjoy. Disclaimer: I do not own Sengoku Basara or any of its characters. But I do own this story as well as the account QTCal on ff.net UvU --- It was, god forbid, summer. Masamune wiped his wet brow with a towel once again as he fanned himself within the shaded confines of the open hallway. The

 In which the people from the year 850 who suffered from the horrors of titans as the 104th Training Squad are reincarnated in modern-day 21st century. Life is different – peaceful, even, and yet none of them changed a bit. But was that for good or bad? Eren Jaeger, now starting high-school as a freshman with the entire 104th Training Squad, is held back after school to clean Levi’s Honors English classroom when he remembers something maybe he shouldn’t have in this life-time. (Slight!LeviEren, Implications of JeanMarco, ConnieSasha, ChristaYmir and Vague Spoilers for the Manga and Anime) Eren Jaeger – aged 15, had

You loved hearing people play piano. In fact, you got the love from your grandfather, who you also loved very much. He taught you everything about the piano including the music, the history, and the beauty of such instrument. Austria was an exceptional piano player. In fact, he was extraordinary. You could oddly remember the first time they met. It wasn't the best first impression, but at least it turned out okay. After all, you were friends. Or at least, you wanted that to be true, but you weren't sure if he considered you that. --- Usually you listened to Austria play from one to two and you never failed to appear, that is, until one day

Lucid Dreaming There it was again. Darkness, void, blankness, and nothing surrounded me. An eerie sound echoed into my ear, and almost automatically, my heart beat faster in fear. I didn't understand why at first. Was there something I was supposed to be afraid of? Perhaps it's the darkness that frightens me, I thought sleepily. I snap open my eyes, revealing what I have seen before: darkness. Sweat gathers on my hands immediately and I can feel my rapid heart beat from my wrists. Oh that's right, I remember now. The darkness wasn't the thing that scared me. An unknown language was roared out in fury, at what, I do not know. All these ti

There he was again, waiting for you to walk up the marble steps and sit in your regular two-seat table on the balcony. Letting a small smile slip from your lips, you let yourself fall into his trap and sat down under the fabric umbrella. In an instant, he, the waiter, came up to you and slyly smiled, asking for your order which you answered, "The usual." Francis nodded, left and came back with your order, then leaned against the table as you picked up your glass and took a sip. "So about the offer yesterday…" And the day before that and the days before that… Francis raised his hand and swiped your [h/c] locks away from your

Peas in a Pod You honestly did not know how the heck America – Alfred F. Jones – had managed to convince you to accompany him in the haunted house. Despite his hero complex, Alfred was known to you and the whole world as the scared-y cat of the century, right before you. What? Were you expecting yourself to be a courageous hero instead of Alfred? That's what you wanted to feel like. But in reality, you were just as scared of ghosts, the dark, and monsters like Alfred but with the fear a few notches down. For example, you aren't as scared when you watched scary movies with people but once you went into your individual bedroom, you

Time After he left, you waited. You waited for his undecided return even after his good bye. Seconds turned to Minutes turned to Hours turned to Days turned to Weeks turned to Months turned to Years until it almost reached a decade. Then, you stopped waiting. Exactly 5 years and 3 months ago, Arthur Kirkland, representative of the United Kingdom and Northern Ireland said his last goodbye to you. You could hear the same pained voice that spoke to you and the soft touches he last gave to you until he opened up an umbrella and walked out of the door and your life Forever Never to be seen again Actually enough, you were quite ama

Apples and Tea ~.~.~.~.~ Tangy apples ~.~.~.~.~ That's what the representative of England, Arthur Kirkland, tasted when he pressed his own lips against your pink, plush ones. You had eaten some apples you had cut for Arthur and yourself and it left a lingering taste in your mouth. It was sweet, but it also had this sour after-taste. Ironically enough, it was exactly like you. Caught in the moment, Arthur deepened the kiss, pushing you against the wall, allowing no one to escape from this heated kiss. He chewed on your bottom lip, asking for you permission to enter which you gladly agreed to. His wet tongue entered her mouth and entwined