I was full of letters I hadn't sent you.

"Because he once saved you,you couldn't let him fall" Introduction: The world still believes he's the same hero. The one who saved them all, the unbroken figure in white, the ever-smiling Nice. He walks the streets like he owns them. His grin unchanged, his presence as reassuring as ever. To everyone, he is still the man they once admired. Their symbol of hope. Their unwavering champion. But the truth lies hidden, known only by one. Y/N. She watches from the shadows, quietly observing as the world continues to worship a version of Nice that isn't the real man. The one who made the ultimate choice to disappear from their lives. The man everyone believes to be Nice is actually Lin Ling, a perfect replica, well-trained and indistinguishable in every way. He plays his role with precision mimicking every detail of the original. His smile. His gestures. His words. No one questions it. No one sees the difference. Except Y/N. She doesn't speak. She doesn't intervene. Instead, she waits, knowing what others can't see. Because she was there on the day the real Nice made his final choice. The day he died. A tragic end for the hero who had given everything. But Y/N knew the truth. She saw it. The jump wasn't to death. It was a leap into freedom. A decision to break free from the chains of expectation, to shed the skin of a hero and become someone entirely new. The world never knew. That Nice died and only Lin ling and Miss J, along with other workers did,tried to defy the events by replacing Nice with another one that was like him. But the truth? Nice wasn't dead. He was alive. Fully well. Roaming freely. And Y/N is the only one who knows. As she stands in the shadows, a faint smile crosses her face. Her eyes meet the fake Nice standing amongst the crowd of reporters on the streets as he once again saved a person's life, carrying on the charade. It's a performance, a well-rehearsed act. But she knows the truth.

❝ WHAT ARE YOU DOING...? ❞ ❝ I MEAN, IT CAN'T BE THAT DANGEROUS. ❞ 𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑. ❝ i already told you i don't need backup. ❞ ❝ you really are stubborn. ❞ ❝ 𝐧𝐨 𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭... ❞ ⋆ ── 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 being abandoned by your first love you start working for the cleaners while moving on to your next love. 𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐎 ! ⋆ ──── © 𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚 © 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚

𝐎𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐧 → The state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening around one. ⋘ 忘却 ⋙ Various! Miraculous Ladybug x F! Reader 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 ~ Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug ~ Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir ~ Alya Césaire/Rena Rouge ~ Nino Lahiffe/Carapace ~ Chloé Bourgeois/Queen Bee ~ Luka Couffaine/Viperion ~ Kagami Tsurugi/Ryuko ~ Nathaniel Kurtzberg/Caprikid ~ Félix Graham de Vanily/Flairmidable ~ Lila Rossi 𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 #1 miraculousladybug #1 miraculousladybugxreader #1 miraculousxreader #1 marinettexreader #1 chloe #1 chloexreader #1 luka #1 nathanielxreader #1 kagamixreader #3 ladybug #3 felixxreader

« A la vie à la mort » , c'est ce qu'on s'était promis, hein, Hikaru ? Entre la lumière et l'obscurité, naît un amour interdit.

You are the Librarian-the Keeper of the Cleaners' HQ archives, responsible for preserving records of missions, weapons, etc. You live a quiet, controlled life, surrounded by paper and silence... until Enjin keeps walking in. Smirking. Teasing. Borrowing files he doesn't need. You've been here before-tangled with him in the sheets, burned by him. Every time you let him in, he disappears back into chaos. "Still pretending you don't miss me, Ms. Librarian?" He leans on your desk like he owns it, smirking like he remembers everything he shouldn't. You tell yourself you're over it. Over him. But fire has a memory. Once it's lit, it remembers how to burn. You are no damsel. You've fought beside the Cleaners before...and if the mission demands it, you'll fight again. Only this time, not just in the battlefield .💋 #1 Gachiakuta 10/17/25

ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ !| ɢᴀᴄʜɪᴀᴋᴜᴛᴀ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ x ᴍᴜᴀʟᴀɴɪ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

❝The moment you had stepped foot into hell, your soul, body and mind no longer belonged to you.❞ HELL'S ANGEL 地獄の天使 ૢ་༘࿐ Yandere Hazbin Hotel ૢ་༘࿐ Angel reader __________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ In which the embodiment of pure peace was sent to hell for the sake of aiding to rehabilitate sinners only for her to fall into their lustful sinning clutches. __________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ ｡☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆｡ ▞▞▞▞▞,Smut, Angst, Yandere, This book is for all body sizes, skin tones, etc! 🏻 🏼 🏽 🏾 🏿 ▞▞▞▞▞Please don't forget to Comment, Vote & Enjoy! ▞▞▞▞▞ PUBLISHED• AUG/29/24 ▞▞▞▞▞FINISHED•??\???\??

"𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳: 𝘗𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘢 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢" ▔▔▔▔▔ In the deepest, quietest corner of Hell, there is one Overlord no sinner has seen in centuries, 𝗬/𝗡 "𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗔" 𝗟/𝗡, the Judge of the Fallen, a myth wrapped in ink and silence. Only three beings have been able to truly know her: Zestial, the Overlord of Knowledge, and the Morningstar pair themselves. Her court never opens and her voice never echoes through the Rings. But every soul in Hell knows one legend: sinners carrying Pandora's mark are sometimes spared against other overlords, and even angels. For Charlie Morningstar, that rumor became an obsession. Determined to prove her redemption project is possible, Charlie begins digging into Pandora's cases that supports her cause, in hopes that the angels could see what she could. And the more she uncovers, the clearer it becomes, if she wants to save her hotel, its residents, and Hell's future, she needs to find the one Overlord who hasn't stepped into the world in ages. But who knew that one simple mistake could lead her to the very answer she was searching for? (𝗛𝗔𝗭𝗕𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗟) © CASSIOPEIA_ created on: 11.14.25 published on: 11.18.25 finished on: mm.dd.yy COVER ALL HANDCRAFTED BY YOURS TRULY!

♡̷ﾟ⋆ ━━━ 𝗜𝗧'𝗦 ̶̦̫̐̐L̵̺̒̚Ǫ̸̼͊̇V̶̰͍̈̕Ẻ̵͎̜̒!̵̧̜͝ ᝰ.ᐟ ‎ :‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎var! gachiakuta ‎ :‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ̸̻͉͈͇̂ẍ̶̖̦̔ ̵̼̹̓̊̅͘ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fem! reader﹒ ‎ : ╰⪼ ⿻ ❝ 𝘽𝙀 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘼𝙁𝙍𝘼𝙄𝘿,, 𝙈𝙔 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂 ❞ ▌│█║▌║▌║ ▌│█║▌║▌║║▌║▌║▌║│ ▌│█║▌║▌║ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ━━━ ☰ 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃, profane purgatory, you bloom like a rose in a slaughterhouse. The most exquisite creature to ever grace its filth, a paragon of 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 in a realm devoid of it. You 'tend to' those around you, offering 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 and charity─a beatific, 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 goddess among humans. Every tender touch is a suture, every soft spoken word is a leash. Oh, such compassion! What devotion you inspire! What loyalty you weave─threading their beating hearts into your tapestry, ensuring no blade of betrayal ever pierces you 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻. After all... isn't it kindness, to keep them 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦? Isn't it mercy, to 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺? Is there... 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 'sinister' lurking beneath that pious veneer? 𝗡𝗼. definitely. Saints don't lie, they simply rewrite the truth. Now, the boy from the sky has arrived, and you will guarantee he becomes the finest needle in your collection. #𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 #𝘈𝘨𝘦𝘎𝘢𝘱 #𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 #𝘋𝘋 #𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘗𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥