Y/N L/N is an enigma. An outgoing, cheerful, smiley teenage boy. Happy, sociable, excitable. A hidden gem in the rough of Japan's younger soccer players. And the winner of the Ascension Project, a secret project designed by the JFU to forcibly create the best forwards in the world. A sadist, a prodigy, and by all meanings of the word, an egoist. When Y/N is invited to the Bluelock Project, his first thought is that it would be a waste of time. He hides his true abilities, staying low and out of sight. But as Bluelock's trials and challenges test him in a way he never would've expected, and a demon of his past returns to haunt him, he's forced to ask the question. Is he really fit to be the greatest striker in the world? Top Rankings: #2 in fanfiction 03/02/25 #1 in anime 18/02/24 #2 in reader 11/07/24 #1 in bl 08/08/24 #1 in male 15/02/24 #1 in malereader 17/02/24 #2 in readerinsert 23/10/24 #1 in bluelock 24/05/24 #1 in egoist 22/12/23 #1 in bllk 03/02/24 #1 in ego 26/02/24 [Completed as of 22/10/24]

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡ "Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others." - Jonathan Swift Art comes in many different forms, but it will always speak where words fall. Painting, photographs, and people alike, all that is important is that you capture it all. ♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡ !!The ohshc characters, plot, etc. does not belong to me nor has it ever!!

It feels like I'm under water. I can hear you speaking but I can't find it within myself to care. I know I'm talking, but I can barely hear what I'm saying. I know I'm bleeding but for some reason, I can't feel the pain. I'm just numb. I'm supposed to be saved by a knight is shining armor. A carefree prince that can break me out of my stone cold faze, with an exuberant smile and heartfelt laugh. But for some reason, it wasn't him. It was you.

*Completed* It's not everyday you meet an attractive boy like him. It's not everyday you get to make every girl around you smile. It's not everyday you get to drink tea with a stuffed bunny and your closest friends. Actually, at the Ouran Host Club, it is an everyday thing, and Daichi's quite happy to make it a part of his routine.

[Name] had always been able to see the red string of fate that connected people. It was a blessing truly but sometimes he wished he couldn't. Or, the Blue Lock string of fate soulmates Au that nobody asked for :D Blue lock x M!reader

OHSHC x Male Amputee OC It was strange, honestly. Adreil had gotten strange stares everywhere he went. Perhaps it was due to his piercings, or his foreign appearance, or perhaps the single black glove that adorned his left hand. Yet, he never paid them any mind. This was a rule he grew up with, something his dear mother had taught him from birth; never be afraid of being different. And this rule wasn't going to change, even after starting his first year at a new high school on a scholarship. Even after his secret gets spilled a bit sooner (and a bit more violent) than he liked.