[ 환상 ] ; a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream. ✦┆ 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆𝗯𝘂𝗴 𝘅 𝗠𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗼!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ❝𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘦.❞ ─────────────────────────────── One's thoughts are more powerful than any weapon that'd have been held by humans, one outh: "Memories will stick with you until the very end." Memories are the burning adrenaline in your soul; even if you forget them, they will stick to you until death. 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, a young yet skillful swordsman in the organization, a girl with amnesia who is impassive and, at times, obtuse around people that she thought of as completely useless in her eyes. In a lively place, a city that is called "the city of love." in Paris, what happens if strange phenomena and anomalies start appearing and wreak havoc upon those who only want to live in peace? The young slayer must go undercover in broad daylight as a student in college, Françoise Dupont, to camouflage herself among citizens. And within the cloak of night, she slays demons to protect those who are weak against immortal beings. ─────────────────────────────── ✦ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒; graphic description, dark themes, violent content.

ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʷʰᵃᵗᵉᵛᵉʳ ⁱ ᵈᵒ. ʷʰᵉⁿ ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ. -------------------------------- ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ, a forgetful girl manages her way through years of learning at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. ➤ harry potter x fem!muichiro!reader ➤ disclaimers : - please read all the chapters before the start of the story as they include warnings and such - the art and pictures in this book do not belong to me unless i say they do ➤ started ; 1/11/22 finished ; ??? ➤ harry potter does not belong to me, it's rightfully owned by j.k. rowling. kimetsu no yaiba does not belong to me, it's rightfully owned by koyoharu gotouge ©_behindyou_/2022

The world is not black and white. It is not grey, nor is it anywhere close to monochrome. The world was made of rainbows. Beautiful, terrifying rainbows. Killua Zoldyck knew these things, even if he hadn't, at first. And yet, even as he knew these things, he still managed to see his life through the bleak eyes of one who knew only death and pain. Because Killua, before learning of colors, was taught to fade into- to become- the darkness. Then Gon had arrived, bringing with him a plethora of yellows and blues and green- so much green- and Killua lost sight of the darkness. For a moment, it receded into the background. But only for a moment. Killua didn't want to lose his memories of the colors, but he did wonder if things would have been easier if he'd just gone along with the life laid out before him. The fear of losing the colors was what made them painful in the first place, but Killua couldn't help it. Once he'd seen them, he could never forget, even as their absence reverberated through his soul. The rain was grey. Soft, and light, but grey. A different shade than the one he'd grown up with, but still, grey had always brought him so much suffering. Would it stop, if he stopped struggling against it? In any case, Killua's world had disappeared, in the rain, and when he'd opened his eyes, the rain was bluer than he remembered. Pellets creating a barrage instead of droplets that melted on his cheeks. For a while, he returned to the shadows. When he finally emerged, he heard whispers of heroes and villains, of vigilantes. Of quirks. Killua knew far too much for his age, yet at the same time, far too little. But one thing he did know was that he did not want glory, he did not want fame or money. Killua wanted the colors, the fun, the laughter. And he'd do anything to get it. Now, remember one thing: Killua Zoldyck is not a villain. But he is far from a hero. *This fanfiction is inspired by other works of the genre; see the first page