™𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 ▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚ In which (Y/n) (L/n) gets adopted by an underground hero- Eraserhead. The plan was to become a hero, get her license, easy and simple, but eventually things don't turn out as smooth and her past starts to catch up with her- along with issues with the people she's closest to. Either way, she saves and steals hearts of multiple along the way. Even if it's for better or for worse. ▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚▞▚ ❝𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛.❞ ❝𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙞'𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙭 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙪𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮- 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙢𝙚.❞ ❝𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙. ❞ ❝𝙎𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙤..!❞ '·..➭𝙗𝙣𝙝𝙖 𝙫𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙤𝙘 - updates every 10-15 days.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN