Literature
Cleaning the Streets Grell X Reader (oneshot)
Large heavy rain drops fell on the thick fabric of your parasol. Your hurried pace caused the rain water to splash up from the streets, soaking the bottom of your dress. The short walk from your place of work to your home had been much less than pleasant, not because of the impending storm, but because of the eerie feeling that seemed to follow your every turn. Quickening you steps once again, you turned around one last corner, ready to run the straight shot home. Dark clouds and heavy rain obstructed your vision leading to your slamming against another body. “I'm sorry.”
“Oh, look what you've done. I'd managed not