A Fourth Wing Fanfic from the POV of Kaelith Serran - grumpy x sunshine Marked by the rebellion and bound to a dragon, Kaelith Serran was never meant to make it out of Basgiath alive. Survival was the deal. Love was never part of it-until Ridoc Gamlyn stepped into her orbit with a grin that disarmed her guard and a loyalty she didn't know how to hold. What starts in sparring rings and stolen glances turns into something deeper as war games turn deadly, truths unravel, and choices draw lines between the living and the lost. In a world where dragons choose, loyalty burns, and grief never sleeps, two riders fight not just to survive-but to come back to each other. Based on the world and characters created by Rebecca Yarros.

🔞⚠️Smut and Sanegiyuu!! About: This is a fanfic about Shinazugawa Sanemi and Tomioka Giyuu. So it's a Sanegiyuu story and maybe with some smut. Sanemi thinks Giyuu is ignorant and all that stuff. He is afraid to admit that he got feelings for the water hashira. Sanemi things he would get hard rejected. But the truth is Giyuu feels the same. So Sanemi is rude to the other man to protect his heart. Sadly Giyuu is to incompetent to see that Sanemi isn't hating him so he never said a word. They returned from a mission suddenly Sanemi askes Giyuu: "Do you have a crush?" How will Giyuu answer? Other ships: Mitsuri x Obanai Genya x Muichiro Tengen x Rengoku

❝𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤'𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪. ❞ ↳ Similar to Takemichi Hanagaki, who has leaped from the future, you could see the future. 『 You've lived a lonely life up until you bumped into the Tokyo Manji Gang by coincidence. Gradually, you found yourself getting caught up with them. More specifically, their leader, Sano Manjiro. A.K.A, Mikey. Everytime you looked into Mikey's future, it was never as happy as he seemed to be. It was always dark... Even violent. You couldn't make sense of it at all. Though your brain knew not to be involved, your heart ached to know more. 』 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞. [Mikey x Fem!Reader] •*⁀➷ ︎ ⚠︎DISCLAIMER⚠︎ I don't own Tokyo Revengers or Tokyo Revengers characters. The original story is written and illustrated by Ken Wakui. This is a fan-fiction inspired/based on the series. Following the entirety of the manga. The cover art is temporary. Just advertising that I'm currently running a DTIYS on my insta!

Y/N pretended to be a boy and join the famous Tokyo Manji Gang just to earn her brother's respect and acknowledge her as their sister. What will happen if the second division captain, Mitsuya Takashi tangled in her double life? ⋆⋆ Mitsuya Takashi x Fem Reader. ⋆⋆ ⋆⋆ My third fanfic. ⋆⋆ ⋆⋆ This will not follow the manga. ⋆⋆ ⋆⋆ In this universe Mitsuya is 17/22, y/n is 17/22 ⋆⋆ ⋆⋆ Artwork by: @/tyoro_77 (:, Design by: Me ⋆⋆ Started: 09/28/2021 Ended: 11/10/2021 This is just a fanmade, fanfiction (my imagination) made by me. This is an AU and not cannon. All the original character belong to Wakui Ken the author of Tokyo Revengers. Only this story/fanfiction belongs to me. Rank: #4 in mitsuya 10/03/2021 #2 in mitsuya 10/18/2021 #1 in mitsuya 11/10/2021 I will avoid spoilers from manga ^_^ Please bear with me, English is not my first language. Feel free to correct me, It helps a lot Thank you! Please do not plagiarize my work, Thank you! ©AmarisxxLuna

She can't let her past go all she ever did was run away from it .... But soon she will realise that she is a lot more than that when she meet a certain someone.. How can this change there destiny First divison caption of toman Baji keisuke... Also I edited some parts of manga... I don't own tokyo revengers they belong to ken wakui the author of the manga..credit of characters goes to him... I only own few characters ... Plz forgive me for my bad english....

warning;; may contain manga spoilers deeper into the story, although i'll put a warning so you can stop reading <3 won't always follow the plot! violence;; its tokyo revengers of course! reader is female;; very sorry :( ill try to not use she/her too much though <3 slowburn;; i'll have fluffy scenes here and there but it'll take a while before y/n actually finds a partner BC I CAN'T CHOOSE LOL where [y.n] lives with mikey and mitsuya! mikey x reader x multiple

M4F "I love the way your hair flows when the wind blows." Mitsuya's fingers ran through y/n's hair, with the hairband he had made for her between his set of teeth. He pulled them together gently and slid it through the hairband, putting it in a high ponytail. Love at first sight isn't real right? Right, love is a heavy word taken lightly. #1 vent #3 mitsuya takashi

The long neck was like a magnet. When bare and exposed it was commanding and shouting. I was not allowed to move further without giving it enough attention and touch. I had to touch it delicately with my lips, to leave a moist trail. I had to repeat the actions until the whole surface was covered in goosebumps. Only then I could move down the twisting image.

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

Ce qu'elle a dérobé ne vaut rien et tout à la fois. Elle a hérité d'un secret. Certaines vérités ne devraient jamais quitter l'ombre, surtout quand elles peuvent faire tomber un pays. Et le danger n'est plus ce qu'elle a volé, mais ce qu'elle sait... _____________________________________ Alma mène une double vie soigneusement dissimulée. Le jour, elle est étudiante en journalisme, tentant de survivre à une vie familiale et universitaire instable. La nuit, elle devient une voleuse de luxe, spécialisée dans des missions commanditées qu'elle exécute dans les cercles fermés des élites fortunées. Habituée aux vols discrets et maîtrisés, Alma accepte un jour une mission hors norme : dérober un objet hautement sensible pour une somme exceptionnellement élevée. Elle découvre rapidement que cette mission la place face à des figures politiques puissantes et à des enjeux bien plus dangereux qu'à l'accoutumée. Lorsque les informations volées compromettent directement le gouvernement et le président des États-Unis, Stephen, chef de la division de protection présidentielle, est chargé de retrouver la clé et d'identifier la responsable, déclenchant une traque où chaque secret menace l'équilibre du pouvoir. Sans le savoir, leurs chemins sont déjà en train de se refermer l'un sur l'autre, là où la vérité n'a plus de camp et où la confiance devient l'arme la plus dangereuse.