A collection of one-shots & drabbles about the struggles of being a wife to a suicidal maniac & a mother to his son.

Right and wrong were never rivals. Only illusions dressed for different crowds. Mercy is just cruelty waiting for applause, and justice is vengeance with a better tailor. Love manipulates, truth distorts, and kindness rots when no one's watching. Morality isn't a compass; it's a costume party. And the ones who wear white the loudest are often the ones with the dirtiest hands. You call it wrong because it doesn't suit you. I call it necessary because it works. And deep down, you understand me.

I wrote this when I was 13 (I was also obsessed w yanderes). So expect that this book will be suck and contains lots of cringes and mistakes (╥﹏╥;) ⚠️WARNING THIS BOOK CONTAINS: -A bit of NSFW (I don't write too much tho) -violence -obsessions -blood IF YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE ON THIS STORY THEN PLZ DON'T READ⚠️

sigma/reader | Having memories is like having a dark place, except you can't hide in them; no, not these memories. Diseased by memories, you wished to find leeches to suck the diseased blood out of your system until your blood was thinning, until you became nothing but a shadow, a husk of a person. But how to communicate that to someone the horrors of memory? How to communicate that to someone the terrors of the past?

My life wasn't worth living if these aren't true istg

a:n- Y/n ability will be similar with Raiden Shogun from genshin Impact! mostly her ability and some slight... in other factor.. but reminder! it is a fanfic! . . . . . "𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘵.. 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?" in which Y/n got Teleported into the world of Yokohama, confused and curious of the place as she encounter a person who is also as lost as her!. . . . . . . . . hope you vote/heart it?