Masks. They symbolize humanity, no one is seen without one and no one goes out barefaced. In fact, its illegal to do so. Your mask shows your rank in society. Of course, with this rule, you wouldn't recognize someone without their mask on because you have never seen their face. Levi Ackerman, he is an official for a high ranking office. His duty is to punish those with no masks, the rebels, those who have broken their masks for another. Eren Jeager - Rebel #673 #34 in fanfiction, Thurs, June 22, 2017 --Holy macaroni! Thank you for 100k! I appreciate every one of you, and hope the best for you all! Thank you again for reading!-- --AM REWRITING!--

What if Light wasn't Kira? What if he was framed? // When 17 year-old Light Yagami, an aspiring detective, gets asked by his father, Soichiro Yagami, chief of the NPA, to join the investigation on the 'Kira' case (AKA the case that involves criminals suddenly dying at the hands [or book] of the one who is known only as Kira), he gladly accepts. But what happens when all evidence and suspicion point to him when he has done nothing? And what can he do when he starts to fall for the world's greatest detective, L? (L x Light, or Lawlight, although it doesn't happen until later chapters. trigger warning for chapter 17.)

Karin a shinigami that looks like a human girl. The only non-normal thing is her eyes which are pure red and her bat like wings. Her best friend is Ryuk and falls in love with one person that has no name. L.

{Levi x Reader} {Trilogy: Pt 1} I lived within so many barricades; the physical wall that barred me from the unknown, outside world...the social wall tiered by wealth and superiority... and my own mental barricade, taller than them all, built from unspeakable horrors, excruciating pain, and consistently broken promises. I had always fought so desperately to stay alive, with the hope that one day, I could break out of my own prison and truly live again. So naturally, unphased by the monsters that lurked beyond the sky-scraping wall, I joined the military for a chance to finally fly free. ... but never in my life did I ever expect that it would be you, Humanity's Strongest Soldier, who would break through. 🌟TOP RANKING🌟 #1 - #AttackonTitan #1 - #LevixReader #1 - #LeviHeichou #1 - #SNKFanFiction 🏆AWARDS🏆 🥇1ST PLACE (Anime Category) - The Fanfic Awards 2019 🔎 READER'S GUIDE: (F/N) =First Name (L/N) = Last Name ⚠️WARNING: Story contains strong language, sex, violence, abuse, sexual assault & murder 🎵🎶THEME SONG: "Barricades" - Hiroyuki Sawano (Attack on Titan OST) ❗DISCLAIMER: I do not own Attack on Titan or characters from anime/manga. This story is based on such and contains spoilers. Credit to all the amazing artists! ♡ ✍️ STARTED: February 2019 🏁 FINISHED: May 2019 (🛠️ Edited: April 2023)

Hell. Torture. Suffering. Percy knew he would endure anything to return to his love, but the only thing is, would he be the same person when he returns?

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ✮ ᴀᴢʀɪᴇʟ x ғᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ ✮ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴏᴡᴀʀ The fall of Hybern should have been the end of it: the bloodshed, the violence, the strife. But all kingdoms come with a failsafe. An Heir rises, and an assassin wakes. She is a walking myth, a legend from nightmares. When the Deathbringer finds her way into the Night Court after centuries of dormancy, the Inner Circle sees her for what she is: not an omen, not a weapon, but a girl. She just might be the key to saving Prythian -- if she can first find a way to save herself. Assassin. Murderer. Monster. It seems like a fair enough trade: her shattered soul to take down the Heir of Hybern. And yet, the Inner Circle has another method in mind. The guilt of her past weighs like a world on her shoulders, though Fallon can't seem to deny it: this Court, these people... they're worth dying for. But they just might be worth living for, too. There's one in particular. One who speaks to shadows, one whose darkness seems to whisper to her own. There's a word hidden in that whisper, one she could never fathom until now -- until him. slowish!burn. plot-centric just as much as it is romance-centric, or at least imo.