In which... She is his mentor and he is her tribute in the 10th annual Hunger Games. Tragedy was written in their blood. '*•.¸♡¸.•*' Rating: PG13 (For violence, language, and character death!) STATUS: complete. #1 in Treech (December 2024) #2 in Treech (July 2024) #3 in SejanusPlinth (January 2025) #12 in thehungergames (July 2024)

In which 001 meets 000. The original one. "So what if I'm crazy? 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚." #001𝘹𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 #1 in romance 7/8/22 #2 in Stranger Things 7/22/22 #17 in Fanfiction 7/21/22

where a girl unexpectedly falls in love with an android. ❝maybe it's a blessing in disguise❞ [detroit: become human - connor x oc]

Some people might thinking having one boyfriend is a lot, now imagine having five famous ones! (poly!feral boys x female oc)

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4 --- Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword. --- Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy." "And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.

Yuki Nishinoya was set to lead Japan's future in volleyball, until one tragic moment at the National Finals shattered everything. The injury changed her life, stealing not only her ability to play but her memories and spark. Four years later, she's a ghost of her former self-isolated, withdrawn, and disconnected from the sport she once loved. But when her younger brother's team needs an assistant coach, Yuki reluctantly returns to the court. Coaching reignites a flicker of passion and unlocks fragments of her forgotten past. As she rediscovers who she was, Yuki must confront the trauma that's kept her grounded. And through it all, she finds unexpected support, and maybe something more, in the boys' coach who refuses to let her give up on herself again. Will Yuki rise from the ashes of who she was-or will the weight of her past keep her from flying once more?

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 3 --- Hiraeth (Welsh pronunciation: [hɪraɨ̯θ, hiːrai̯θ]) is a Welsh word for longing or nostalgia, an earnest longing or desire, or a sense of regret. The feeling of longing for a home that no longer exists or never was. A deep and irrational bond felt with a time, era, place or person. --- You were close enough that you could see the crew scurrying about on deck now. They looked as ragged as the ship - no sense of unity about them other than that they were all standing on deck together, swords brandished as you approached. You scanned over them and felt suddenly grateful for your sailing uniform - some of those pirates didn't even have shoes. Simon strode the deck, scanning through the ranks for the captain of the Ghost. You had been given some indication as to what she looked like, but when she parted herself from the ranks of her crew, you weren't quite ready for what she actually looked like. They didn't do her justice on the wanted posters back home. She was short, but powerfully built. You could see ram horns sticking out from underneath her extravagant hat, and her coat was a bright blood red - the gold trim faded somewhat. You were most focused on her hair though - pure white and absolutely massive, it looked like a cloud around her head. Stern eyes finished the look, and you couldn't help but be a little bit entranced - this was the kind of person that people were scared to make eye contact with. Simon didn't seem all that frightened when he came to stand on the edge of your own deck, facing her over the narrow strip of sea that separated you - and you were grateful. If you were captain, you didn't know if you would be able to look her in the eye.

[Oikawa Tōru X Reader] Routines can get a little boring. As structured as they may be, the world can begin to look black and white. But once a splash of color hits your nose, the routine you once held dear changes. _______ Cover by @oreolover2411

She was so different from him. While she was shy and had difficulties speaking her thoughts, he was as outspoken as ever. He was so different from her. When he talked, his voice could be carried throughout the whole school. When she talked, her voice could barely be heard. They were so different from each other, but maybe that's why they were attracted to each other. (Cover credits to @Rozero-San)