❛❛ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐍, 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 .❞ ──── 𝐆.𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀. 𝐗 𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

MATURE CONTENT - 18+ The war is over, but healing takes time. As the villages begin to rebuild, missions become survival, and survival demands teamwork. When Sakura, now one of the most skilled medic in the shinobi world, is paired with her former mentor Kakashi Hatake, neither of them expects more than routine work. But silent glances turn into shared silences... and something unspoken begins to grow. She was never supposed to look at him that way-he was never supposed to want her back. What happens when two comrades cross the lines they spent years pretending didn't exist? This is a slow-burn,Adult and mature story exploring the shift from comradeship to something deeper... and maybe even dangerous. Note- So for the story purpose Kakashi is currently 30 years old n Sakura is 18 years old. Also it will contain lemon 🍋 / smut chapters. I don't own any Naruto characters or anything except this fanfiction.

Teenage werewolves trying to find their fated mates no matter what it takes, but what can they do when their very existence should be kept as a secret. *A/N: this story is a Haikyuu ships Warewolf AU and would consist of my favorite pairings in haikyuu which are the following KageHina TanaEnno / EnnoTana AsaNoya DaiSuga TsukiYama IwaOi KuroKen BokuAka SakuAtsu LevYaku UshiTen SemiShira And plenty more along the way just so you know they are all gays Tops: Kageyama, Tanaka, Daichi, Tsukishima, Asahi, Iwaizumi, Kuro, Bokuto, Sakusa, Lev, Semi and Ushijima Bottoms: Hinata, Ennoshita, Suga, Yamaguchi, Noya, Oikawa, Kenma, Akaashi, Atsumu, Yaku, Shiranu and Tendou

In ancient mythology, there was a shadow that encircled the world-lurking in the darkness, waiting for the day it could raise its head and devour the gods. It once deceived the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, into severing his ties with the gods and orchestrated the return of the great disaster, Tiamat. It shattered the authority of Olympus and lured Athena, the goddess of wisdom, into rebellion. It kidnapped Skadi, the goddess of winter, bringing shame upon Asgard and setting off the Twilight of the Norse Gods. It even engineered the clash between Britannia's Red Dragon and White Dragon, dragging Jeanne d'Arc into corruption. Because of this, it was branded with countless names of ultimate evil. "The Terror of Babylon, the Calamity of the Aegean Sea!" "The Nightmare of Asgard, the Apocalyptic Red Dragon with Seven Heads and Ten Horns!!" "Nemesis of the Messiah, the Original Sin of the World!!!" But seriously, we all did those things together-so why am I the one getting blamed for everything? ... When a man named Tokiomi Tohsaka used a piece of snakeskin to summon him, Samael saw how the Magus cautiously stepped in front of his daughters to shield them. In that moment, he understood... Yeah-he was definitely taking the fall for all of it.

Blake Swan is a name no one forgets. She is a protecter in school. Always helping kids out who are being bullied even if it means getting into fights. Especially if someone tries to make fun of her twin sister Bella Swan. But that's not all she does, Blake along with her friends helps protect the world from Rita Repulsa and her monsters. But since the twins mom got remarried, they move to Forks Washington with their dad. Although there they find there's more to the world than they thought. Blake is intersex. BlakexVictoria I don't own Twilight or Power Rangers only my character.

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? [previously titled 'MERCURY'] The Vampire Diaries OC X Klaus Mikaelson Published: February 2025 Completed: ? 2025 © mb_soliloquy

Amber Weems has always lived in the background-quiet, underestimated, and known only as the niece of Nevermore Academy's powerful principal, Larissa Weems. A girl who sometimes feels invisible even in a school of outcasts. But everything changes when Isadora Capri arrives. The former child prodigy is now the new head of music and to Amber, she's something dangerous: a flame that threatens to ignite feelings she can't ignore. As Amber navigates the chaos of her final school year-secrets buried in dusty yearbooks, curfew-breaking nights, and the ever-present pull of her friends' strange mysteries-she finds herself drawn to Isadora in ways she doesn't understand, and maybe shouldn't. Because at Nevermore, nothing stays hidden forever. Not ghosts from the past. Not dangerous truths. And least of all, a heart that refuses to stay quiet. ⛧°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °⛧ A/N: This story is based in the 'Wednesday series' and takes place after season one, however Weems isn't dead and the story only partly follows the events of Season 2. None of these are my characters, apart from Amber Weems, so all rights to whoever made them. I also want to say, that I DO NOT support a teacher/student type of relationship in real life! This story is PURELY FICTIONAL. With that said, have fun reading and feel free to give me feedback <3 highest rankings #3 Isadoracapri #3 teaching #3 mscapri #1 vanisher

Mi nombre es Craig Tucker, cuando comenzó toda esta mierda tenía unos 10 años, creo. Ahora, estoy aquí a mi 17 años con una pala, un puto bastardo muerto, como 3 dólares de los 100 que me dieron por mi cumpleaños ¡Y todo por este maldito bulto hijo de perra! Aaaggh ¡Mierda! ahora tendré que lavar mis tenis ¿Estás feliz suegrito? ¡Ensuciaste mis tenis! mierda, me cago en la puta. Bueno, no todo en la vida es tan malo. Es decir, tengo salud, a Stripe #6, amigos, una familia no tan enferma como la de Tweek, mi pobre Tweek ¡Ya me encabroné! ¡Te voy a volver a patear viejo de mierda! Es mas fácil cavar que quitar la sangre del auto de papá ahora que lo pienso. Aunque preferiría haberte metido vivo a la trituradora como dijo Kenny, pero bueno, no se puede vivir pensando en lo que se pudo hacer y no se hizo, lo hecho, hecho está. "Esta historia es irreal y grosera, si no te gusta la lectura enfermiza sobre jóvenes gays por favor en vez de quejarte ve a joder a otra parte. Lectura algo pesada dirigida mas para un publico adulto". Atte. La autora. Portada editada con ilustraciones hermosas encontradas en pinterest. Robar es malo.

Antonio ya estaba cansado de aparentar lo que no sentía, de reír, de vivir. Vagaba por los rincones de la escuela buscando morir en cada esquina, ¿Su única esperanza? Los corazones de papel que aparecen cada mañana en su banco. ------ Corrigiendo pequeños errores de ortografía, nada más. Lamento eliminarla sin avisar. Mucho amor a todos ustedes &lt;3

El dios del sol se llamaba Alfred F. Jones, y el dios de la luna se llamaba Arthur Kirkland. Pero no todo es felicidad para estos astros que alumbran el día y la noche.