♡⋆.ೃ࿔* └ ➝ 𝙏𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙒𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙑𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙓 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 - BEING REWRITTEN ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ "𝗜'𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗲. 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘀. '𝗖𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱. 𝗜'𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗱" In the mystical realms of an unknown world, (Y/N) (L/N) finds that her once ordinary life becomes shattered by an unforeseen destiny. One concealed in ancient texts, that foretells a story that transcends realms-entwining her heart with that of an enigmatic figure, their connection rippling through the fabric of the unknown. Amidst the chaos of her magical journey, (Y/N) discovers that love is not merely a distraction but a catalyst, setting off a chain reaction that unlocks the true potential of her powers. As romance blossoms in the midst of uncertainty, the Enchantress must navigate a treacherous path, every choice she makes echoing through the intricate design of the prophecy, like a series of interconnected butterflies. ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ 𝘐𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘋𝘢𝘵𝘦: 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 10𝘵𝘩, 2022 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘋𝘢𝘵𝘦: 𝘕/𝘈 ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ Recent Rankings 1. Idia Shroud - 09/4/22 1. Rook Hunt - 12/4/22 1. Azul Ashengrotto - 12/19/23 1. Twisted wonderland x reader - 1/11/23 1. Ruggie Bucchi - 1/29/23 1. Ace Trappola - 5/15/23

"𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝗽𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗕𝗼𝗯 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗶𝗰...?" It was supposed to be a night of celebration for the Seniors. Instead, Y/N L/N -campus-famous communications major and the voice of the Trost University's Radio Station-ends up drunk, alone, and somehow back at the radio booth. Naturally, she does what any tipsy comms major might do: turns on the mic and accidentally broadcasts her slurred thoughts to every loudspeaker on campus, with a ridiculous voice filter on. What starts as incoherent, harmless drunk rambling about love and existential dread quickly falls into a 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 detailed and 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 public love confession. The star of her words? The Biochemistry major who just so happens to be in the crowd-in that suddenly silent field, surrounded by those huge and on-air speakers. 𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. Oops. [Hange Zoë x F!reader] [wlw] [she/her pronouns for Hange]

"Because he once saved you,you couldn't let him fall" Introduction: The world still believes he's the same hero. The one who saved them all, the unbroken figure in white, the ever-smiling Nice. He walks the streets like he owns them. His grin unchanged, his presence as reassuring as ever. To everyone, he is still the man they once admired. Their symbol of hope. Their unwavering champion. But the truth lies hidden, known only by one. Y/N. She watches from the shadows, quietly observing as the world continues to worship a version of Nice that isn't the real man. The one who made the ultimate choice to disappear from their lives. The man everyone believes to be Nice is actually Lin Ling, a perfect replica, well-trained and indistinguishable in every way. He plays his role with precision mimicking every detail of the original. His smile. His gestures. His words. No one questions it. No one sees the difference. Except Y/N. She doesn't speak. She doesn't intervene. Instead, she waits, knowing what others can't see. Because she was there on the day the real Nice made his final choice. The day he died. A tragic end for the hero who had given everything. But Y/N knew the truth. She saw it. The jump wasn't to death. It was a leap into freedom. A decision to break free from the chains of expectation, to shed the skin of a hero and become someone entirely new. The world never knew. That Nice died and only Lin ling and Miss J, along with other workers did,tried to defy the events by replacing Nice with another one that was like him. But the truth? Nice wasn't dead. He was alive. Fully well. Roaming freely. And Y/N is the only one who knows. As she stands in the shadows, a faint smile crosses her face. Her eyes meet the fake Nice standing amongst the crowd of reporters on the streets as he once again saved a person's life, carrying on the charade. It's a performance, a well-rehearsed act. But she knows the truth.

All you've ever known is small roads and quiet towns. Trading it in for the heart of Downtown Sina, you place the whole of your trust in your friends, your job, and most importantly yourself. But things take a turn when you learn about betrayal the hard way. Stranded, you cling to the only thing you can - the only person you can. Hange saves you in a sense, knowing they can't even save themself. Over the course of a year you grow closer to them than you ever imagined was possible, for better and for worse. HAMARTIA: a fatal flaw leading to the tragic downfall of a hero or heroine ⋯ ⌘ ⋯ Hange Zoe x Fem! Reader MODERN AU | BAND AU

╰┈➤ Conflicted /kənˈfliktəd/ Confused or worried because you cannot choose between very different ideas, feelings, or beliefs, and do not know what to do or believe. Dive deeper into the story of Lady Y/n and Maomao as they uncover mysteries one by one. [Continuation of the blue spider lily] ▸Rated 14+ ᯓ★Apothecary Diaries x F! Reader © Natsu Hyuuga

╰┈➤ Blue spider lily, a captivating and somewhat mysterious flower, is a subject of both fascination and folklore. Lady Y/N helps maomao embarks on her journey at the rear palace, as the Lady of Beauty seeks for the truth. ▸Rated 15+ ᯓ★ Apothecary Diaries x f! reader ⚠︎TW: The story may contain sensitive topics. ➤ Note: I do not own the cover, credits to the owner. I can't find the original owner since I js found it on Pinterest

The main courtyard near the entrance is busy with the usual rustle of nervous new arrivals. Servants fresh from various parts of our land stand in a neat line, faces down, eyes wide. I stand beside one of the head eunuchs, arms folded as I look them over. I'm not here to greet them, I'm here to see them. To catch what others miss. Then I see her. Fifth from the left. Hair tied lazily. Lips chapped. And those eyes. Those vibrant blue eyes that are so much like my own. My little sister. Maomao. I don't breathe. I don't move. I simply look back at her, calm on the surface but on the inside my thoughts are racing as I experience every emotion all at once. As if she feels the heat of my stare her own eyes glide to mine and I can see recognition flicker in her expression for just a second before reverting back to her neutral expression. We say nothing. No movement. No obvious expressions. Just the quiet recognition of two sisters who haven't seen each other in years and are both too smart to show it. ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ─── Started: 06/18/2025 Ended: ??? ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ─── Rankings #1 - jinshixreader (06/28/2025) #1 - moonprince (07/05/2025) #2 - jinshixreader (06/27/2025) #2 - moonprince (06/27/2025) #2 - kusuriyanohitorigoto (06/29/2025) #2 - xyou (07/09/2025) #3 - eventualromance (07/10/2025) #3 - familyreunion (07/21/2025) ─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ───

"of course it was a hit, i'm the best after all." . . . IN WHICH... a completely, random, normal, woman went to the convenience store at 2am to get herself her favorite, grape juice and a cigarette. but she didn't expect that after that night, she would become the song lyricist to a boy band. atleast she's getting payed and recognized?? anyway, she had no idea the type of shit she was getting herself involed with. most impressive rankings !!: no. 1 in abbyxreader no. 1 in miraxreader no. 1 in romancexreader

You grew up in a respectable, aristocratic family, where order and the morals of society mattered more than anything, even your own desires. You had always presumed that your fate would be no different from that of the other young ladies of your age, to make your entrance into society, find a suitor at the ball who would lead you to the altar, and thereby enrich your family. Yet... it seems that something has gone terribly wrong, due to an odd woman in pants and a shattered medallion. Now you must choose whether to abide by the decorum of respectable society, or would you dare to immerse yourself wholly within its murkiest depths.

Zeke Yeager thought (Y/N) was a lot of things. She was pretty. She was headstrong. She was cruel. She had the world wrapped around her finger and everyone knew it, but she knew it best. She used it to their advantage. (Y/N) (L/N) thought the world of Zeke. She loved the way his lies would swiftly fall off his tongue as if they were truths he'd known forever. He was calculating. He was callous. He did it all for her.