A saying goes, blood runs thicker than water. I used to believe that. That the ties of family were bound in flesh, in DNA, in the weight of shared blood. And that's why I took her in. A child to bear the Ackerman name, nothing more. I never needed a wife, never wanted one, and the family wouldn't shut up about lineage. So I found a solution. But having a child and raising one are two different things. She didn't look like me. Not in the slightest. Pale, mismatched eyes like some eerie little specter, hair darker than my own. There was nothing of mine in her face. But blood only speaks in resemblance-habits, behaviors, soul-those come from something else entirely. At first, she was just there, like an extra piece of furniture. A brat who followed me around, made demands in her tiny, stubborn voice, clung to my mother like she'd been born from her instead of someone I'd never know. And slowly, without permission, without me even noticing, she started to mirror me.The way she held her cup-my cup-fingers curled around the porcelain just like mine. The sharp tsk of her tongue when something annoyed her. The way she'd bury herself against Mom's side, small arms clinging tight, seeking comfort the same way I once did. She didn't look like my kid. She acted like it. She stole things that were mine-my old baby blanket, my chair at the table, the best spot on the couch. And then she went further, took things I didn't even realize I still owned. She stole the quiet in this house and replaced it with the soft hum of her voice, the sound of tiny feet against the floor. She stole the weight in my chest and replaced it with something I couldn't name. The saying was wrong. The full truth is: The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. And I have never been more certain of anything in my goddamn life.

"But she's Benkeis little sister." Disclaimer: starts with (y/n) being 13 but ends with them being 21+ Tokyo revengers and characters belong to Ken Wakui.

⁀➴ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛, a girl named [L/n] [Y/n] awakens in a world she once only knew through paper and ink. After an unfortunate run in with truck-kun (classic isekai style), she wakes up in the world of her favorite manga. But instead of panicking, she takes it as a golden opportunity to make a difference. Determined to rewrite fate, [Y/n] vows to save everyone. Armed with half assed plans, pop culture knowledge, relentless optimism, and a sarcasm level that could kill. She dives headfirst into the chaos of what we call, Tokyo Revengers. _________ I do not own any of the Tokyo Revengers characters nor the plot, although most of the plot is based on my own imagination. Tokyo Revengers respectfully belongs to the original manga author, Ken Wakui. This story also contains spoilers. I also do not own any of the art/fanarts used, credits goes to the rightful artists. Started: December 24th, 2024. Ended: Ongoing _________ Rankings: 🥇#tokyorevengers (27/10/25 🥇#mikey (26/03/25) 🥇#tr (10/04/25) 🥇#takemitchi (13/04/25) 🥈#ranhaitani (22/04/25) 🥇#chifuyu (30/04/25) 🥇#haitanibrothers (10/05/25) 🥇#draken (31/05/25) 🥇#sanzuharuchiyo (31/05/25) 🏅#crackfic (09/06/25) 🥇#inuiseishu (06/07/25) 🥇#xreader (21/07/25) 🥇#kokonoi (24/07/25) 🥈#tokyomanjigang (19/08/25) 🥇#izanakurokawa (08/10/25) 🥇#kazutorahanemiya (12/11/25) 🥇#shinichirosano (14/11/25) 🥇#kawatatwins (14/11/25)

Nagumo [Name] never expected her brother to ship her off to Tokyo, and she's not happy about it. The detour throws a wrench in her plans to train as an assassin and join the JCC. But Tokyo isn't as dull as she thought-because behind its crowded streets are people far more dangerous and fascinating than they first appear. {Tokyo Revengers x fem!reader x Sakamoto Days} "I swear, you can take control Control of how my heart bleeds" ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. - " Bleed " by Malcolm Todd and Omar Apollo ----- I do not own anything of Tokyo Revengers!! Or Sakamoto Days!! all credits go to the amazing Ken Wakui and Yuto Suzuki <3

He lives under the spotlight, admired by millions, but burdened by secrets no one dares to ask. She works in silence, a stylist who keeps her distance, never realizing that her small gestures mean more than she thinks. Between every button she fixes and every secret he hides, a fragile bond begins to bloom. She thought she was only dressing an actor. He knew she was unknowingly mending his broken soul.

ᴋᴘᴏᴘ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀꜱ | ᴊɪɴᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ "ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏʀᴛᴜʀᴇ..." "ʜᴏᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ, ᴊɪɴᴜ..." "ᴘᴀᴘᴀ, ɢɪʙ ᴍᴀᴍᴀ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ!" HUNTR/X, a kpop group that outshines anyone they've ever heard. What people don't know was this group were also... 🇩🇪🇲🇴🇳 🇭🇺🇳🇹🇪🇷🇸. But they couldn't be who they were today without their managers Bobby and (Y/n). (Y/n), the co-manager of HUNTR/X who was also a single mother to a 4 year old named Area, has always been like a mother to the girls despite almost the same age as them.... Or was she..? As HUNTR/X were on their way to the top and fulling their duty, a strange and mysterious boy band appears out of nowhere and were after one thing... The Fans but their leader seemed to have his own plans of seeking. While HUNTR/X were preparing for their biggest challenge yet, the universe had other plans for (Y/n), her daughter and the Saja Boys leader, Jinu. Do the two battle it out for their own needs? or Will they reconnect with each other's past and fix what's been broken before?