Long chapters but not many chapters. In essence a oneshot or short story. A dance of chance at the Tsaritsa's Ball. Why she designed such a gathering, no one knows. Started: 11/29/23 Completed: 01/11/24

"𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚?" ➜ in which city girl y/n goes to the countryside as punishment, and spends her summer with the sheriff's son, boothill. 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 cover art by: annikin_ on X.

You know you shouldn't stand idly and watch criminals run loose. That's one of the IPC's rules. Get caught lackin' with one, and you'll be thrown in jail. Nobody should ever be hangin' out with barbaric criminals who rebel against the IPC. But that's what they all say. A question rises to surface: Do bad criminals have any humanity or morality? In a time of desperation, you weren't expecting a criminal to save your life. You still remembered his exact features: cowboy hat, unique eyes, flowing black and white hair, and possessed the body of a cyborg, save for his face. He didn't talk too much, but he was gentle and helpful. Earlier, if someone ever told you looks were deceiving, you'd run for your life. But it was too late. All of a sudden, you found yourself trembling with fear in your hotel room, a dark gun pressed against your skull. "Fight me, come on. One of us gotta go." Started: May 31, 2024 Finished: June 17th, 2024

"The most dangerous man in all of the cosmos. The one they said couldn't be caught. The one who evaded the IPC for years, slipping through their fingers every time. You were a ghost, a myth... How did you get caught?" "I fell in love." ~~~ In a galaxy ruled by shadows and silence, Boothill, a lone Galaxy Ranger with a metal body and a haunted past relentlessly hunts Oswaldo, the man responsible for destroying his homeworld. On the other side of the law, Soren, a sharp IPC manager climbing the corporate ladder, finds herself questioning the cost of order as the cracks in the system she serves begin to show. When their paths collide during a volatile mission on Penacony, mistrust runs high, but so does the pull of something deeper neither can name. Forced into reluctant cooperation, Boothill and Soren navigate treacherous alliances, dangerous truths, and the fine line between justice and vengeance. As the hunt for Oswaldo intensifies, their unlikely companionship begins to shift into something far more dangerous.

━━ In which Y/N travels to a small town to catch her cheating boyfriend, and begins an unexpected friendship with a handsome cowboy. boothill x fem!reader, small-town summer romance

The world had always feared power it could not control. And for as long as she could remember, power had feared her just as much. She hadn't asked for this, this curse disguised as magic, this nightmare woven into her very soul. A single word from her grimoire, and lives would be snuffed out like candle flames in the wind. No second chances. Just death. Instant and absolute. She had never meant to use it on him. The memory burned behind her eyes. Her brother, standing before her, hands reaching out, not in anger, but in love, in desperation. She didn't know what were the consequences of using her real power. And then, nothing. She hadn't screamed when his body hit the ground. Hadn't wept when the weight of her sin crushed her beneath it. But when the town bell tolled, when her parents stood before her with cold, hollow eyes and cast their verdict, she had felt something shatter inside her. Exile. Stripped of her name, her home, the only love she had ever known, she wandered. No one would shelter a girl who killed with a whisper. No one dared to speak her name unless it was in fear or hate. She had become a ghost, a walking curse, a thing to be avoided. Then he found her. A man who smelled like cigarettes and steel, who carried himself like he owned the world and didn't give a damn what anyone thought. He looked at her, and she waited for the fear, the rejection. But Yami Sukehiro only grinned. "You kill everything you fight, huh?" he said, voice rough like gravel and steady like the earth. He leaned on his sword, eyes sharp but lazy, like nothing in the world could shake him. "Sounds like a pain in the ass, but hey, every squad needs a problem young woman." She had forgotten what warmth felt like until that moment. And so, for the first time since losing everything, she took a step forward. Not toward redemption. Not toward forgiveness. But toward a place where she could exist, as she was. Liria, the first member of the Black Bulls.

The legend goes, "It appeared as though humanity would be destroyed by the demon. But a single mage saved them all. His name was Lumiere Silvamillion Clover. He would eventually be called the first wizard king, and he became a legend." But there was another legend that has been forgotten ever since. It goes like this... ••• This is a Black Clover FF that includes an OC. Forgive me if it's too [redacted] and I really am not so good at putting into words what I have imagined. Plus, I'm sorry it it becomes too boring. ._. this is all just experimental. ••• Started: March 23, 2020 Finished: April 4, 2020

Eine Melodie, sie riet mir Ich solle weglaufen. Meine innere Stimme, sie hämmert gegen meinen Schädel und schreit ich muss überleben. Mein Verstand und mein Herz, beide sagen mir ich darf nicht sterben. Denn wenn ich mein Leben Il Dottore überlasse, wird er mich zum Teufel höchstpersönlich schicken. Und das muss ich um jeden Preis verhindern. Mein Vater, Wriothesley, er ist derjenige der mir einen Grund gibt zu leben. Ich werde die Erbin des Fort Meropidé sein. Von der Person die mir stets mein Leben erhellte, wusste ich nicht dass er es eines Tages sein würde, der mich zurücklässt. Er hat mich verraten. Und an wem? An keinem geringeren als Il Dottore. Ich weiß nicht was er plant, doch es ist nichts Gutes. Ich habe Angst die Kontrolle zu verlieren.. Was, wenn ich scheitere? Die Gespräche, die ich Nachts belausche, basieren auf Folter die über die Menschheit hinausgeht. Er zwingt mich zu unmenschlichen Experimenten. Seren, dessen Wirkungen meinen Körper innerlich zerstören, werden mir zum Verhängnis. Mein Leben ist mir lieb. Ich will es nicht auf diese Weise verlieren. Dieser Mann will etwas aus mir machen, das nicht ich bin. Ein Testobjekt, das er nach Belieben wegwerfen kann. Doch ich muss überleben. Denn es gibt Menschen da draußen denen ich wichtig bin. Du bist ein 15 jähriges Mädchen und heißt Dyhelia. Du besitzt zwei Visionen, die dich aber wie deine Vorstellungen enttäuschen werden. Jedes unmenschliche Experiment und jedes Serum könnte dir jederzeit den Tod verheißen. Durch den Fehler deines Vater's, wirst du jeden Tag mehr und mehr leiden, bis du selbst deinen Geist schreien hörst. Jede Nacht. Der Schrei wird lauter und lauter. Es wird dich in den Wahnsinn treiben, in einer ruhigen Nacht. Die Geschichte wird in der Ich Perspektive geschrieben sein. Viel Spaß!

VARIOUS! BC! X FEM. OC ━━━ even kings and saints fall to their knees for her. ( tokimihyachi / 09.29.20 ) ( on hold / editing )

(william vangeance x fem! reader) ❝i will love you in every universe❞ ⤷ he never had a place to call home. but perhaps beside her, he might find one. started: 11. 17. 20 finished: n/a