"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘴, 𝘠/𝘕... 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘚𝘰, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦-𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦." In the world of magic, every stroke of an ink pen carries the weight of intention. For Qifrey, a distinguished Master at the Atelier, his intentions have always been clear regarding his students and his duty. But buried beneath his spectacles and his gentle smiles is a memory of a girl who vanished before he could ever say the words "I love you." ​When Y/N, a witch with the rare and delicate gift of weaving both brilliance and dusk into her seals, arrives at the Atelier, the past and present collide. Though she is soft-spoken and easily startled, her presence brings a warmth that even Qifrey's most intricate light-spells cannot replicate.

‟ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 „ - Top of the class meets bottom of the list. No one liked where this was going. Except maybe him. lohenxfem!reader highschool au

୨ৎ ── 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 .ᐟ everyone in the knights of favonius knows that the captain and vice captain are strangely attached to one another. everyone except the captain and vice captain themselves ? lohenxfem!reader crack!fluff!slowburn ©rinrkives_

"Have you heard of how the Seven Mysteries of Kamome Academy formed? They say that Hanako-san the bathroom ghost, the most powerful of them all, is the one to have gathered the mysteries together, thanks to the effort of one human boy." (Y/N), otherwise known as Hanako-san, is the most powerful apparition in Kamome, though she isn't the only strong one. She enjoys bothering the other powerful apparitions in her spare time and unofficially protects the school from lower, pesky supernaturals. Her days in death were a little dull, but what could she really do about that? That is until one day, when a short, bruised boy comes knocking on her stall, wishing for the impossible . . . ~~~~~~~~ I don't own the cover image, it's from the awesome MiscellaneousFan, and she doesn't own the pictures used to create it. I also don't own Toilet Bound Hanako-kun/Jibaku Shōnen Hanako-kun or any of its characters. This story is not official to the anime or manga in any capacity and takes place while Amane is still alive, long before the events of the show and manga. However, there will still be spoilers for those who haven't read the manga. Where exactly the spoilers are won't be mentioned. I have abandoned the story because I started this while I was 16, and as I'm no longer a minor I don't feel comfortable writing a romance story with a reader x minor character. It's up for grabs if anyone wants my old story plans and unpublished chapter, I just would like credit in the description. Thank you!

For many years, humanity has defended Earth from extradimensional beings they named the A P O S T L E S. Only one weapon could fight them: enormous biomechanical mechas, Evangelions. These colossal mechanical beasts requiring a neuro-emotional sync with a human pilot in order to function. Two elite pilots held the highest sync rates in history. Codename Scaramouche, who showed a menacingly high sync rate with his mecha since his very first mission. Followed by codename Paska, who had worked closely with him for the last few years. The two had been given the title "deliverers of humanity" - as everyone seemed to believe they were the saving hand to deliver humanity from the looming doom against the war with Apostles. Despite screeching at one another like cats and dogs, they matched sync rates with unprecedented numbers in the history of NERV. But as feelings festered and threatened to bloom, pilot Y/n met the end of her life. Not by an Apostle, but by the hands of another human being. By humanity, which she so desperately wished to protect. Maybe mankind's first sin was simply ever existing in the first place. Drowned in despair, pilot Kunikuzushi brought the wretched humanity to an end through the initiation of the Third Impact. But instead of the afterlife, he woke up in his bed - five years before the death of his friend. Tomorrow is not promised to anyone. Even so, he'd rather live forever in the past where she exists than face on a tomorrow without her. ─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─── Scaramouche x f!reader Neon Genesis Evangelion au Note: extreme slowburn + angst party !! I love doomed ships that suffer <3 PUBLISHED: 2026/04/28 STATUS: ONGOING

A GOD GRANTS SALVATION UPON THE DESOLATE INTERNET REALM. Anyone that ever surfed on the internet had at least heard of the name INTERNET GOD. Three years back, a mysterious new streamer took the internet by storm. His eluding and calming voice instantly melting the viewers, inviting them into a new world away from busy life and chaos. In the neon-drenched world of faceless livestreaming, his account grew rapidly within days of just the first post. With the voice of a saint and the face of an angel. The internet god, shouki_no_kami. A benevolent "god" who blessed his viewers with reassurance, gentle words, and emotional validation. A safe haven for otakus and social rejects starved of real human relationships. AN ANGEL DESCENDS, YOUR VERY OWN GUARDIAN DEITY TO HOLD YOU CLOSE! He was supposed to be the GOD of this world. But one day, an ANGEL descends to threaten his title. Poison tastes the sweetest, especially when it's shared.

❝You're always smiling and it pisses me off...but why do I feel like I want to kiss you at the same time?!❞ ATOMIC TREASURE彼の妻 __________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ A story in which a blind girl who wants to face the cruel world of the abyss with a smile ends up capturing the heart of a son of a murderer who wants nothing more than to face the cruel world with anger. ═ஓ๑ ๑ஓ═ ▞▞▞▞▞Romance, Slow burn, Opposite attracts troupe! Angst! This book is for all body sizes, skin tones, etc! 🏻 🏼 🏽 🏾 🏿 ▞▞▞▞▞PUBLISHED• FEB/15/25 ▞▞▞▞▞FINISHED•??

⟨ status: complete ⟩ "They say artists are nothing but sad people, unaccepted by society of who they are. Masking themselves in 'personas' to fit in." She turned to him, placing her beloved paintbrush on the table with her face adorning a beautiful miniscule smile that he wouldn't dare miss. "Now I ask of you again, who are you Camilo Madrigal?" (Cross posted on Archive of Our Own)

❝𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗜 𝗗𝗢 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨❞― Two children stand side by side in an old photograph, siblings. One is as blinding as the sun, the other could only be described as a blank canvas. Yes, their fates had already been decided by that point. One to be a tool and the other to be the wielder. ↳ 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧. - - → Various! gachiakuta x gn! reader This is my second story after not writing anything for a really long time so I apologize if there is anything grammatically off or whatsoever. This story will contain potential manga spoilers and some topics that may leave a few people uncomfortable. Warnings will be included on top of every chapter when necessary so please always put your comfort first!

𝐻𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒶 ⁽ᵛ.⁾ ᵀʰᵉ ᵃᶜᵗ ᵒᶠ ʷᵒᵒⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ˢᵒⁿᵍ. Three years have passed since the rebuilding of Casita, Camilo found himself getting closer to a newcomer who seems to not be fond of his gift. ────────── Filipina Reader Contains Angst Help boost this story by voting!