"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘴, 𝘠/𝘕... 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘚𝘰, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦-𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦." In the world of magic, every stroke of an ink pen carries the weight of intention. For Qifrey, a distinguished Master at the Atelier, his intentions have always been clear regarding his students and his duty. But buried beneath his spectacles and his gentle smiles is a memory of a girl who vanished before he could ever say the words "I love you." ​When Y/N, a witch with the rare and delicate gift of weaving both brilliance and dusk into her seals, arrives at the Atelier, the past and present collide. Though she is soft-spoken and easily startled, her presence brings a warmth that even Qifrey's most intricate light-spells cannot replicate.

"𝘐𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘠/𝘕, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰. 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥?" Bound by a shared love for the impossible, Y/N and Coco are thrust into the hidden world of magic after a forbidden spell goes terribly wrong. Taken in by the mysterious and charming Pointed Hat, Qifrey, Y/N must navigate the trials of an apprentice while guarding her heart from a man whose kindness is as deep as it is dangerous.

"𝘜𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯... 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴. 𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦... 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵." At Fujimi High, Aoyama is the untouchable "Clean Freak" idol-a soccer prodigy who won't header a ball and refuses to high-five his own teammates. His world is a sterile, white-gloved bubble until Y/N, a transfer student with dirt under her fingernails from the garden and cat hair on her blazer, breezes into his classroom. While the rest of the school treats Aoyama like a fragile porcelain doll, Y/N treats him like... a cute plushie. To the horror of the Aoyama Fan Club, she doesn't just approach him; she reaches out and squishes his cheeks with reckless abandon. ​The miracle? Aoyama doesn't faint. He doesn't reach for his disinfectant spray. In fact, he finds himself leaning into the warmth of her hands. As Y/N pursues her dream of opening a flower shop and Aoyama battles through the Preliminaries, they navigate a hilarious world of obsessed rivals, intense soccer matches, and the messy, beautiful reality of first love.

"Is that all ? Is that why you hate me that much Brekker?" Y/n pressed her axe against Kaz's throat. "Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop, Y/l/n." Kaz spat. Plus imagines. Accepting requests 😁 Pls send in ur requests if you wish to bring them to life. I take almost all relationships. Platonic, love etc. No smut. I cannot write smut, even though I read it. Mainly send me six of crows and rule of wolves cuz I love those and I know those charectors. And check out my other fanfics, Divine Violence (it's lowkey bomb kk) and These Broken vows (A better version of this fic not imagines, just the fic) I DONT OWN ANY GRISHAVERSE CHARECTORS ! I only own my ocs. And im not your mum so i dont own you as well babes. And if you see the mature warning, don't expect smut, it stands for self harm and abuse.

When Y/N Phantomhive rose from the ashes of her family's massacre, she was no longer just a noblewoman-she became a divine enigma with a contract sealed in heaven's light and shadowed by hell's desire. As the Queen's beloved "Doll," she is admired by high society... and secretly obsessed over by the most dangerous men in London. But with her angelic butler at her side and a vow to protect her brother Ciel at all costs, Y/N must navigate a world of demons, reapers, and mad nobles-where love is twisted, loyalty is poison, and obsession can kill.

ʟɪɢʜᴛɴɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ|❝ɪ ꜰᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴀꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ, ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ.❞ - ➼ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ'ꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʀʟ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ. ꜱᴛᴇᴘᴘɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɴᴇᴡ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ, ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇꜱꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟɪɢʜᴛɴɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. ⌊ 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⌋ - ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 1- ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 2- ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 3- ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ

The life of a Dizznee is 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝. Your parents are ruled a 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡, your father is a 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, and you have triplets as your siblings. It's 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 and you know it. The Elvin world isn't as perfect or flawless as you'd think. They don't know the brewing 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 raging underneath the veil of 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞-the rebellions with the rebels. You're alone in this, but perhaps 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧. The question here is... are 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ready to embark on this journey with Y/N? All characters apart from Y/N obviously belong to Shannon Messenger, a true godsend, you gotta love her and her works.

Korra's only childhood friend(Y/N) is found after two years when she moves to Republic City for her airbending training. (Y/N), although a non-bender has studied techniques of every bending type and uses her knowledge for her own self defense and to help her probending friends Mako and Bolin when training for matches. (Y/N) was found in the southern water tribe as a toddler all alone. As she grew up she was bullied for being a non-bender and constantly found in her own makeshift home struggling in the world. Until Master Katara saw (Y/N)'s potential with her fighting techniques reflecting water-bending and her being caught watching young Korra's avatar training, she was partially taken care of. When (Y/N) turned 14 she moved to republic city and has stayed there ever since without any knowledge of how her old friend is doing. Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Legend of Korra characters or ALTA characters mentioned.

𓂃. ࣪⋆🦢˚ ༘ 𝐪𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𖦹 . ⋅˚₊. .✦ ݁˖ ❝I will never ever regret loving you; even if your heart is cruel to me, my dearest.❞ ˚˖ 𓍢ִ໋ 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒 ˚ There's a billion people on this planet that Yin Zheng could bother, but for some reason, he chose you. A poor choice, really, when the object of his affection couldn't care less. Anyone else might have backed off by now, but he refuses to loosen his grip. Even left aching and lovesick by your indifference, he won't surrender the feeling, no matter how badly it consumes him; even if you put him in a state of lovelorn. 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒 ⋆˚𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ ━━ ( ❝HIGHEST RANKINGS❞ ) ➤#01. Letters || 1.15.26 ➤#01. Qin || 1.15.26 ━━ ( ❝CREDITS❞ ) © record of ragnarok ➤ shinya umemura © lovelorn / on a leash ➤ syntaxvoid

You are the Librarian-the Keeper of the Cleaners' HQ archives, responsible for preserving records of missions, weapons, etc. You live a quiet, controlled life, surrounded by paper and silence... until Enjin keeps walking in. Smirking. Teasing. Borrowing files he doesn't need. You've been here before-tangled with him in the sheets, burned by him. Every time you let him in, he disappears back into chaos. "Still pretending you don't miss me, Ms. Librarian?" He leans on your desk like he owns it, smirking like he remembers everything he shouldn't. You tell yourself you're over it. Over him. But fire has a memory. Once it's lit, it remembers how to burn. You are no damsel. You've fought beside the Cleaners before...and if the mission demands it, you'll fight again. Only this time, not just in the battlefield .💋 #1 Gachiakuta 10/17/25