▆ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 sen usigayama, the sister of mirko gets into ua high school. i hope your daddy's done hating you the apple doesnt fall from the tree and i think part of you hated me so, all of me was survivin' you there is nothin' better i could be i love the sick because i have to (bnha fanfic)

"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs." Sounds cool, yeah. Still makes no damn sense. I'm not even sure what this feeling is. It's not the movie-type love with violins, slow-motion and all that junk. It's something that grabs my throat whenever I hear her laugh, something that makes me want to burn the whole world down if anyone hurts her. And if one day I have to fall, I'll do it with a smile, as long as she's still standing. ************************ Hey ✨ welcome to this first Bonten side story, this time all about Baji 🖤 (back in the Toman era 🏍️) I wrote this one a while ago and it's close to my heart 🤍 It's pretty special to me, so I really hope you'll love reading it as much as I loved writing it 🥺✍️ No need to have read or watched Tokyo Revengers, everything's set up to be newcomer-friendly from line one! And of course, every character except my heroine and a handful of OCs belongs to Ken Wakui.

⤷ ❝In a city ruled by gangs and ghosts, one mistake can rewrite time itself.❞ [𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗥𝗘𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚] ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ 𝖠 𝙏𝙊𝙆𝙔𝙊 𝙍𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝖥𝖠𝖭𝖥𝖨𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙. I do not own any of Tokyo Revengers characters they all belong to Ken Wakui. Every photos, videos, or any media used in the story is not mine, credits to all rightful owners.

Every artist needs a muse; someone or something to enlighten a lost passion, inspire a new creation, and burn a light of desire of creativity. But creativity wasn't something Y/n lacked, every stroke of paint, graphite, color, and piece of art she does is full of color, interesting form, and skillful composition. But that was it, although her art received compliments and positive feedback, she felt like something was missing. A 'something' that she can't pinpoint. She didn't want to just create art for others to compliment, she wanted to create an art that satisfies her heart more than anything. It felt like she was starting to lose the passion she once had, but she refused to let it go. She sought to relight that desire once again, she needed to find that flame, that 'something' she lacked. And as the saying goes; you'll find what you need in the most unlikely places. Seishu 'Inupi' Inui x Reader This story starts in the Black Dragon Arc (Volume 9, Chapter 71) Disclaimer: I don't own Tokyo Revengers or any of its characters. Tokyo Revengers belongs to its rightful owner, Wakui Ken. Art on cover by: T.R. Official Art

baji x fem!reader

Suns had always been known to be the brightest light, but anyone whose ever met one particular girl would know her smile conquered all. She loved and cared for anyone - even those unworthy of it. When an event whisked away her innocence, her smile and her compassion for others faded with it. She promised herself to never care again, for anything or anyone. But when she joins the Scouts alongside her only friends, a certain raven haired man challenges her beliefs. And it all starts with an order. ( this is not an x reader, this is my own character ) • Disclaimer - I do not own Attack On Titan, just my character and her story. • All rights go to the original creators.

The Titans weren't the only thing humanity feared. In the chaos of war, silence could be just as deadly. Shion, the second strongest soldier in the Survey Corps, lives by three things: discipline, strategy, and steel. Feared on the battlefield and respected in the war room, she follows orders without hesitation-even when they involve killing her own. But everything begins to unravel the day a boy turns into a Titan. As secrets surface and humanity inches closer to the truth hidden behind the walls, Shion finds herself drawn into the heart of every major operation-and into the path of the one soldier more distant and unreadable than she is: Captain Levi Ackerman. Their connection begins in silence-glances exchanged between battles, orders obeyed without question-but something deeper grows in the shadow of war. Neither of them seeks love in a world on fire, but some flames catch when least expected. Canon events. One original character. A slow-burn romance forged in blood, duty, and quiet moments between the end of the world.