(Cringe and many grammatical mistakes, bad grammar ;-;) Takemichi is saved by a boy who unexpectedly enters a fight underground and is nearly invincible. His main goal was to get back to his twin and the real world, but instead, he attracts the interest of several gangs that are willing to kill anyone to claim him as their own. Will he be successful or stuck with them for good? Run, they are after you!♡ Cover pic by :- fyfyfy100 (on twitter) ___________________________________________ None of these characters are mine please read disclaimer and warnings This book is 18+ ___________________________________________

[Back] Baji!Reader x Various This is technically my first ever fic that contains some romance It's a slow-burn, I hope 🙏 ||~~~~~~~~~~~~|| You, Baji [Name], moved schools since your mom didn't want you endangering yourself. You obviously told Matsuno Chifuyu about this, and he understood. Now here you are, at PK Academy. Still wearing those awful glasses that you think will make you smart. That slick back hair tied in a ponytail for absolutely no reason. But when you're not in school, you're either eating Yakisoba, setting cars on fire, hanging out with your old gang members or flexing the stab wound that you caused when you were 14 years old on Halloween day. Soon, you slowly but surely enter a certain someone's heart. But what happens when the same thing happens to the other main cast?! And what if your best friend decides to move to the same school as you?!! Read and find out! ||~~~~~~~~~~~~|| <Short Summary> You're Baji Keisuke from Tokyo Revengers. This story takes place in high school and the plot is the same for both shows and mangas but instead, you survive your stab wound on Bloody Halloween.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡?!" "(𝐘/𝐧)-𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲," "𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲-𝐤𝐮𝐧!" _________________________________________ "𝐒𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞?!" "𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭... 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞... 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.." "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫? 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐟𝐚𝐫, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?" "...𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭..

════ ⋆★⋆ ════════ ⋆★⋆ ════ BOOK 1 Bonten encounter a rather interesting woman, a woman that goes by the name Y/n. Other than her name, she has no family, no background, no nothing, which causes uproar among Bonten members. However, as time goes by, she fits in perfectly well, she treats them like the family she always wanted. ❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴...❞ ⚠️𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥, 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕, 𝕍𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝔸𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕖, 𝕋𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕊𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝔸𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕙𝕠𝕝 𝔸𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕖, 𝕊𝕖𝕩𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝔸𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕥, 𝕊𝕖𝕝𝕗 ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕞. ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕!! 🥺 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗, 𝕎𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 || I don't own the Tokyo Revengers Characters, they belong to Ken Wakui. || All images used don't belong to me either, credit goes to the rightful owners || ✨ Note: This book is 𝓜𝔂 own piece of work, please refrain from copying my work. One, it's not professional. Two, a lot of time and effort has been put into this book. Three, there is literally no point in doing so. We are all here to read and write aren't we? So, let's just have fun!!

just read if you want some smut. (mostly male reader; others by request)

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙢 𝘼𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙨𝙩 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 | 𝙏𝙎𝙊𝘾𝘽𝘼𝘽 𝘈 𝘉𝘓 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳 | 𝘖𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 "𝗡𝗼 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄!" (Y/N) was just an average student who loved reading sports manga-until he wakes up inside the world of his favorite series, Wind Breaker. At first, it seems like a dream come true until he gets slammed against a wall by a guy with a crazed look in his eyes. "You smell good." Smell good my ass-PISS OFF!!! As if things couldn't get any worse, another delinquent grabbed him by the collar, yelling, "H-Hey! You Omega, what the hell are you doin' walkin' around defenseless?!" Omega?? ...WHAT THE FUCK IS AN OMEGA, YOU PROTAGONIST SHIT?! And that's when it hit him-this isn't just any version of Wind Breaker. He's trapped in his sister's Omegaverse AU fanfiction. A world where people are categorized into six secondary genders: Alphas, Betas, and Omegas-each with dominant and recessive variations. Now trapped in this twisted reality, Y/N finds himself struggling to survive amidst powerful delinquent groups, possessive instincts clash like gang wars, and a society that operates on entirely different rules. With unwanted attention, dangerous confrontations, and a past that refuses to stay buried, Y/N must navigate this chaotic world, keeping himself from becoming a pawn in a game far bigger than he ever imagined. Can he survive in this Omegaverse reality without falling into the clutches of these wolves? Or will he become prey to the very instincts that threaten to consume him? "Someone GET ME BACK HOME!!" ❕DO NOT REPOST TO ANY PLATFORM❕

|| 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 || • 𝑼𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑯𝑨 𝑺𝑨𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑬 • ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ? ʜᴇ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜱʜ. ʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴀʟʟ ᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴘᴀɪɴ. ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰᴇᴇʟ. ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ, ɪᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡʜᴇʟᴍᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇꜱ, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʜᴏʟᴇ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ꜰɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴀᴛ ʙᴀʏ; ʀᴀɢᴇ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴇʟᴇᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ꜱᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱᴡɪʀʟ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴜꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴀɪʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴡɪɴꜱ, ꜱᴏ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ʟᴇᴛ ᴜꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜᴢᴜᴍᴀᴋɪ ᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ.

In this au, Giyuu is not the water hashira, but Sabito is. They both passed final selection but due to Giyuu's eye injury he is blind in his left eye and keeps a bandage around it. He has a mellowed out personality but smiles and expresses his emotions. Sanemi Shinazugawa is preforming the hashira training and since all ranks have to participate he met Giyuu and was instantly wooed by Giyuu's strength, he saw Giyuu as an angle to the point Giyuu kept leaving an imprint on his mind. He was an angle with an angle's smile. :)

[Various!BNHA x reader story] "sʜᴇ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ғᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ɢɪʀʟ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ sɪʟɪᴇɴᴄᴇ." ||| silience- n. the kind of unnoticed excellence that carries on around you every day, unremarkably-the hidden talents of friends and coworkers, the fleeting solos of subway buskers, the slapdash eloquence of anonymous users, the unseen portfolios of aspiring artists-which would be renowned as masterpieces if only they'd been appraised by the cartel of popular taste, who assume that brilliance is a rare and precious quality, accidentally overlooking buried jewels that may not be flawless but are still somehow perfect.