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Police!England x Thief!Shapeshifter!Reader (1/?) To Catch a Vanishing Thief:  Part 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Note:  This is a random idea I got into my head and I have been working on it between school, work, and doing my other series.  Not sure if it will become a mini series, but all depends if you guys would like to see it continue :) Update:  Listen to this song during chase scenes http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k2nRC7Qgt18 and thank you so much ~Inugirl115 (https://www.deviantart.com/inugirl115) for finding this song!  You are amazing :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A night in New York City. Supposedly the proud parent of romantic encounters around the numerous landmarks, gigantic blow out parties in the hottest night clubs, and the ritziest people found on every high end block. Now, if someone could explain how that translated to you dragging a drunken Mr. Ackerman home, that would be just lovely. Beginnings are the best place to start things, so let's roll back a few hours. The annual company bash was in full swing, the windows of the office's lobby reverberating with the noise. You weren't sure if a single coworker was sober outside yourself. Even the sullen Mikasa had a pink tint to her cheeks, and

“Hey, I know it’s been a while…” He spoke to the crisp night air. “But I…” He cleared his throat trying to rid himself of the lump that had formed there. The silence was drawn out. He sighed and turned his face to the sky. “Look, I know we ended on a bad note and things went downhill fast but-” He took a deep breath and tried again “Bobby’s dead, (y/n).” His voice broke when he spoke her name. The word foreign on his lips. “Cas is gone.” He tried to compose himself. His body betrayed him. His head was beginning to ache. The night was silent. Waiting patiently

The locker room was small and dimly lit. A grungy unused shower took up most of the space in the back corner. The flickering florescent light above the sink gave the whole room a weird green tint. You sat with your legs on either on the single bench in front of Matt. You sighed heavily and lowered your head in shame.   “Hey don’t be that (y/n). You did great,” he said sweetly. He took your face in his hands and brought your it back up. “I lost Matt,” you sighed. “That’s the most opposite of great that you can get.” “Not the most,” he argued. “You didn’t get knocked out.

You were very nervous as you were walked down the streets of Magnolia. When you re-entered the city after being away for so many years it took your breath away. Your small bag that held the few belongings that you possessed swung back and forth as you walked. You began to have a lot of negative thoughts as you were getting closer to the guild hall. “What if they don’t remember me?” you mumbled quietly to yourself as you saw the guild hall in the distance. You stopped walking for a moment to admire the new guild hall. “I sure have missed a lot” you told yourself very quietly. You began to walk again so you weren

 Artist's Comment Hello! Here just a little key to help you fill in the blanks through this X Reader :) (f/n) = First Name (h/c) = Hair Color (h/l) = Hair Length (e/c) = Eye Color ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   You couldn't believe the size of the True Cross Academy; it towered before you massively, it shadow casting over you by the bright, warm sun. Swallowing your inner fears, you step forward, skirt swaying at your sides with a certain gracefulness as you approach your new school with a clean slate for a mind, and a steam-hammer in your chest.   One of the first fellow exorcists you meet is a pink-haired

WARNING: Slight spoilers from “Star Trek II: The Wrath of Kahn.” You knew this was a bad idea. Helping the terrorist fugitive John Harrison aka “Kahn” even though he acts to be on our side. Something wasn’t right, and Spock had the exact same feeling. Taking over the bridge of the Enterprise, Spock commanded for communications with New Vulcan. On screen, his elder and alternate counterpart Ambassador Spock was shown. It has been a while since anyone on board, including yourself, had last seen him during the incident with the Romulan, Nero. They exchanged their greetings before continuing on. “In your tr

Once again, it was that time of the year. Colorful assortments of lights decorated the outside of homes and businesses. Children chased each other, screaming and launching snowballs through the air. The streets were overcrowded with shoppers looking for the perfect last-minute gifts at the best prices possible. Cheerful holiday-themed music played throughout almost every store. Shivering slightly, you pulled your scarf closer to your face and slipped your gloves back on before gathering several store bags filled with newly purchased items and stepping out onto the snow-covered sidewalk. Normally, you weren't a huge fan of celebrating the hol

Chapter 1: The Big Bad Wolf Tugging the hood of your sweatshirt tighter around your face, you continue tiredly down the street. Slipping your frozen hands—stinging at the wind’s constant biting—into your pockets, you turned the final corner before arriving to your flat complex. It was disappointing to arrive back home, yet again, with no further leads or progress, but it was an emotion you were all too accustomed to. After a climb of the stairs and a slight tussle with the key and the lock to the front door, you finally manage to enter the darkened flat. With a sigh you flick the lights on and shove the hood back as you sli

                            *A/N: Written for mugglewitch75 (https://www.deviantart.com/mugglewitch75) who is amazing and you should all follow her for her A+++ HP fics “The short one.” “The blonde one. “It’s going to be both them. But it’s going to be that 3rd years fault.” “That’s a bit specific isn’t?” Fred asked.   “Bit of a long shot really,” George added.   “Not at all. I’ll even put a handful of sickles on it,” you smiled. “Deal,” they said in unison.   You all held your breath in anticipation. The blonde girl made it fine, followed by the short boy. Then came the 3

Totes an Animal crossing reader insert, but instead of the villager's being full on animals the are more like ppl with animal features (ears, tail, etc) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- You mindlessly scan the empty, and when you say empty you mean EMPTY train station. It slightly concerns you and you have half a mind to turn back now, had you're mother not just kicked you out. Alas, She did and now you must move on! find you're own way! in a new town! new people and-- AHH! Oh hey the train finally arrived. You check you're watch, it's exactly on time as always. The door's screech open and you hastily s

The first Alice was a lonely test subject of spade. And she felt a life of testing was all that of her. Crying tears of loneliness when cameras looked away. Sadness’s silent cries rang throughout Aperture. She soon made friends with the lonely box of hearts. Incinerated her body so her friend will stay in being. The records of her testing was all left on her part. The silent cries of loneliness is just her legacy. The second Alice of the diamond was a moron core. The lies were told to him through their demented words. He spoke of freeing the subjects of Aperture. But to do that, he must take control that world. Power drove him mad as h

You worked at the company called "What's up Doc?". The company you worked for was the one that makes merchandise related to a cartoon character Bugs Bunny from Looney Tunes. Fashion, toys, acessories you name it! To tell you the truth, your favorite animal was bunnies or rabbits, it doesn't matter. Even though there's bunnies and rabbits, it's still your favorite animal. Also, the guy who owned that company was a slender and handsome man. He had light blue eyes and gray hair in an asymmetric style with bangs on the left side. He wore a business gray suit with a white dress shirt inside and a necktie with gray stripes. In addition to his busi

Soft rays of the early morning sun shone through the windows of the 3-E classroom, signaling the dawn of yet another school day. You placed your books that you carried in your arms onto your desk then sat down, yawning. You covered a hand over your mouth, trying to spare others from catching a glimpse of the sight of your less-than-attractive drowsy, yawning expression which even terrified you when you glanced into the mirror after you had woken from bed earlier. Just as you were about to yawn again, a vaguely-arrogant-sounding voice spoke up causing you to pause mid-yawn and your eyes to go wide. “What’s this, (Y/ N)-chan? Feeli