The wind remembers your name. In a world where love between mortal and god was never meant to survive, can you hold on to your soul without losing him-or will you burn with the wind he breathes? A searing, slow-burn dark-romance for fans of angst, broken gods, and desperate devotion. Best read in: Black. Georgia. Times New Roman. - Also posted on AO3 as @mintyyoo 🥇#ventithebard 02/10/25 🥇#barbatosxreader 02/10/25 🥇#venlumi 08/10/25 🥇#venlumi 05/11/25 🥈#ventithebard 02/09/25 🥈#genshin 04/09/25 4th - #venti 23/10/25 ⚠️ Trigger Warnings: heavy emotional distress, divine trauma, grief, identity loss, war themes, slow-burn intimacy, and power imbalance.

❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 ❞ - 🍊 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦 [highschool au] [fem!reader] [script fic] © 𝗠𝗮𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭 𝟭𝟯𝟬𝟵𝟮𝟭 - 𝟮𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟮𝟮

𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 11𝘵𝘩 𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘪 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘙𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘈 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘯. 𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘵. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩? Does NOT contain: 18+ content (smut/lemons) DOES contain: Some swearing Fair warning things MAY get spicy.

You were a very young boy, but your brothers as known as Sanemi and Genya Shinazugawa, you were five when they abandoned you, but as the years passed by and now, your a hashira by the age of thirteen. And you reunited with your older brothers but sanemi isn't happy. Your the Cloud hashira. May contain: swearing, deaths, sexual assault, and other thing. I'll explain the breathing styles in the story.

In this AU, Bakugou is slowly going deaf due to his quirk. (completed) Includes, but is not limited to: -bad writing -slight angst -cliches -cussing (it's bakugou, what are you expecting?) -triggers in the final chapter (there will be a warning) 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚, 𝐈 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫.

In the glittering halls of Ouran Academy, where wealth is measured in generations and lunch costs more than most people's weekly groceries, Akihito Nakamura is surviving on spite, energy drinks, and four hours of sleep. A scholarship student from a world of convenience store shifts and carefully hidden bruises, he's mastered the art of appearing fine while quietly falling apart. Armed with impeccable manners, a secret stuffed bear named Mr. Crimson, and an impressive collection of terrible coping mechanisms, Akihito has exactly one goal: keep his head down, maintain his grades, and get through each day without anyone discovering the truth about his life outside Ouran's ivory gates. But when a certain overly-enthusiastic Host Club King decides that Akihito would make the perfect addition to their ranks, and a quiet, observant vice-president starts noticing the things Akihito desperately tries to hide, surviving Ouran becomes exponentially more complicated. Also, there are rose petals. So many rose petals.

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓱, a boy born into a family full of ruin. His father is abusive and gambles all of their money away, and his mother is falling to his father. Y/n, an orphaned girl who is simply surviving, holding nothing but a necklace to remind her of her dead mother. A girl with no tribe, no place in the world. One day, when Kinich is shopping for food with his mother, he comes across Y/n, who lets her sit with him for a bit. Kinich goes back, over and over, never realizing the fact he's fallen for her. Kinich x [fem!reader] (Cross posted on Quotev)

In a world that mistakes knowledge for kindness, survival means learning when to stay quiet and when to stand your ground. Brought into the Sanctuary of Surasthana under Nahida's watchful eye, The Forsaken Celestial begins to heal from wounds that run deeper than the body. But recovery is not linear, and trust does not come easily-especially in Teyvat. Crossing paths with Wanderer is inevitable. Neither of them is gentle. Neither of them is forgiving. And yet, something unspoken forms in the spaces between shared silence, sharp words, and the refusal to bend for anyone else. Disclaimer: All characters except the MC [reader insert] belong to Hoyoverse! Themes: Wander x Reader Fanfic, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, found family, heavy self-insertion, SLOW-BURN (even slower updates), Genshin Impact Fanfic, emotionally heavy content. Warning: This story contains mature themes and may be triggering for some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised. General Themes & Content: Childhood and familial abuse (emotional, physical, and psychological abuse) Neglect and toxic family dynamics Suicide and suicidal ideation Self-harm / self-injury / venting Depiction of severe trauma and grief Loss of limbs/wings / body modification / mutilation Emotional and psychological manipulation Dark themes related to abandonment, isolation, and mistrust Romantic and sexual content (including mature scenes, consensual)

(Y/N) woke up in an unknown place, surrounded by unfamiliar people, with no idea what occurred. A coma, they called it, caused by a blunt force to the head was the reason of her disorientation. Centuries had passed, and her memories had fled like time. She was almost willing to leave her old life behind, until haunting nightmares and headaches caused sleepless nights and tiring days. The aches continue to persist with each remnant she finds of her past, and she discovers that the key to recalling her history is a certain masked man who remembers everything she can't.

[Neuvillette x Reader | Slow burn Novel] The first thing people always noticed about me was my hands. Cold. Always cold. Not the kind of chill that fades with gloves or a warm drink, but a deep, unshakable frost that clung to my skin and never let me go. My parents-kind, pragmatic entrepreneurs-chalked it up to impaired circulation. Nothing a little hard work and a good pair of gloves couldn't fix. It was winter, and I was a bundle of sheets. They took me in, raised me as their own, and we turned our small family business into something thriving and worth passing down. But I never truly fit into their world of trade routes and negotiations. I wanted-no, I craved something out of reach. So, when the opportunity arose to expand their business into Fontaine, I seized it. My own branch, my own rules. I'm terrified. How could I not be? But maybe it's worth it. A fresh start in a city of glittering waters and ironclad justice, where the rain reigns supreme, and magic and technology kiss in an impossible marriage. Little did I know... Oh, so little, I did know. 🎖️#1 Neuvillette 11/25 🎖️#1 Genshinfanfic 02/26 🎖️#1 NeuvillettexReader 06/25 🎖️#1 Hydrodragon 12/25 🎖️#1 Hydro 11/25 🎖️#1 Fontaine 11/25