DarkAngelLoki

You sank farther into the fluffy cushions, the blazing fire beckoning you to just take a nap. The Gryffindor common room was always cozy during the winter holidays, and you loved it. The comfortable chairs closest to the fire were perfect for lounging around with a good book and a few butterbeers. Silence settled around the entirety of the castle most of the time, the snow outside covering the grounds in a thick blanket. On other occasions, though, the silence was broken with laughter and sounds of mischief as the other four Gryffindors were always up to no good. You were blessed with the company of James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter, and they w

In a world where you're roommates with Altair, Ezio, Edward, Connor, Arno, and Jacob You were so furious and angry that you barely managed to get the key into the slot. You shoved opened the front door to your apartment and slammed it shut behind you. You kicked off your sneakers and tossed your purse into the corner by the door, hardly caring that some of its contents spilled. You slammed your keys onto the small table and marched down the hall towards your bedroom, passing the scrutiny of your roommates. You threw the bathroom door closed behind you and locked it. You had worked all day, the noise of customers ringing in your ears, the dro

 (A/N: Like in the description, this fanfiction sort of focuses more on the reader's bond with Daryl and it features a conversation with him rather than different conversations with the whole group. But, I decided to make it a 'Group x Reader' as the story is centered around the reader's affection for everyone.) You're four. The youngest member of the group; the daughter of Glenn and Maggie Rhee. Every day, the group was more and more amazed by how smart you were. You knew a lot of words, even though you were still working on pronouncing everyone's names properly. You knew that there were times to be serious, and times to be relaxed. Perhaps

You were lying on his bed sideways poking your stomach through your top and watching it wobble slightly. You weren’t the skinniest, or the prettiest but you didn’t care. You told yourself and anyone who asked that you didn’t give a shit. To be honest, you really believed that. It wasn’t something you strived for. To be perfect. It was too… fake to be an actual problem. Well that’s how you saw it. “What, are you doing?” He smirks leaning against his doorframe. His arms were crossed causing his leather jacket to crease increasingly. You gave him a smug look and shrugged continuing to examine your