Obito Uchiha dies at the end of the Fourth Shinobi War, his soul finally at peace after redeeming himself. But instead of moving on to the Pure Land, he finds himself at the brink of the afterlife with a painful clarity: his obsession with "Rin" wasn't love, but guilt, trauma, and misplaced responsibility. The person who truly haunted his heart-through life, death, and war-was the silver-haired boy he'd left behind in the cave. When A divine force (perhaps the Sage of Six Paths, perhaps something more personal) offers him a cruel mercy: a chance to return to the day before the Kannabi Bridge mission. He wakes up thirteen again, with all his memories intact, his body whole, and one terrible mission: Fix what you broke. Love who you truly loved. But Kakashi Hatake is still the closed-off prodigy, Obito is still the "loser," and the disaster that broke them is only days away. --- Disclaimer: I do not own the fanarts or wallpapers, or the Naruto characters. contains explicit language and BoyXboy content and smut scenes.

1ST PLACE NARUTO WATTY AWARDS 2021 🥇 #1 in MadaTobi. Tobirama x Madara. WARNING: Heavy mature sexual content. The guilt was eating me up from the inside. It was gnawing at my blood, through my inner organs, through my bones until it poked holes in my skin and I couldn't take it. I'd killed Izuna. And seeing his brother mourn him... I wish there was anything I could do... ANYTHING to give the light back that his brother obviously had given him, and now taken away when he had died. Or when I had killed him. Tobirama is devastated after coming to terms with the fact that killing Izuna had not been the right decision. Watching Madara suffer the consequences of losing the one he loved the most, he starts to realise his feelings towards Madara.

Those blue-green eyes that I've memorized in every shade of light, in every expression, in my dreams and my waking thoughts-they're focused on my face. Seeing me. Knowing I'm here. The moment lasts maybe two seconds. Maybe less. Could be my imagination. Could be that she's just scanning the crowd and her gaze happened to pass over my corner. But for those two seconds, the world stops. There's no music. No crowd. No stage. No club. Just her eyes and mine. Just recognition. Just... connection. Then she looks away. Continues her routine. The moment is over. But my hands are shaking. My whole body is shaking. Did she see me? Really see me? Or did she just see another man in a dark corner, another customer? [Book #2 in House of Halgrave Series] 📖 Can this be read as a standalone? YES! This is a complete story with its own beginning, middle, and end. However: This is Book 2 in a connected series. Book 1 tells a different couple's story where this character appears. Book 2 reveals truths that reframe everything. Read in order for maximum impact, or start here - both work! ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ This book contains extremely dark and potentially triggering content, including: Human trafficking and sexual slavery Child abuse and trauma (non-graphic) Graphic sexual content (consensual between main characters) Death of a major character Grief, PTSD, and suicidal ideation Kidnapping and stalking elements References to organized crime This is a DARK romance. The love story exists within deeply traumatic circumstances. The main character makes morally reprehensible choices under impossible conditions. If any of these topics are triggering for you, please prioritize your mental health and skip this book. This story is intended for mature audiences (18+) only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

"Tell me, Gianna," he says her name like a caress and a threat combined. "Were you disappointed?" He steps closer. Invasive. Possessive. "That I wasn't fighting? That you didn't get to see the Devil play?" His hand leaves her hair to trace her jawline-that same touch from before, the one that made her breath catch. "Because I don't fight for entertainment," he breathes, thumb brushing the corner of her mouth. "I fight when something is worth fighting for. When something is worth taking." His eyes burn into hers. "And I'm trying to decide, kotyonok..." The hand on her jaw tightens just slightly. "Are you worth the war I'd start to keep you?" They say the devil doesn't come with horns. He comes with power, legacy, and a smile that promises ruin. At Halgrave University, last names are weapons and secrets are currency. This is a world built for monsters-heirs raised on violence, dominance, and control. And at the center of it all stands Nikolai Vetrova-cold, untouchable, and feared even by those born into darkness. He was never meant to notice her. She was never meant to survive him. What begins as hostility turns into obsession. What feels like hate bleeds into desire. And the closer she gets, the more she realizes-loving him isn't dangerous. Surviving him is. Because some men don't fall in love. They claim. They ruin. And once the devil touches you, he never lets go. He is the Future Pakhan of the Bratva While she is the Cosa Nostra Princess. [Book #1 in House of Halgrave Series] ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This book contains dark romance themes, explicit sexual content (smut), violence, blood, weapons, criminal activities, morally grey characters, depictions of self-harm, PTSD, trauma responses, and emotionally intense scenes. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

A KawaSara or Kawaki x Sarada Fanfiction in an Alternate Universe (AU) setting. Read to find out! Rated 13+ Genre: Fanfiction, Teenfiction, Romance, Drama Language: English Disclaimer: I do not own Boruto characters. They belong to Sir Masashi Kishimoto. Start Date: June 20, 2021 End Date: December 5, 2021 Highest Ranking: #1 in KawaSara (5/14/2022) #1 in Kawaki (8/19/2021) #1 in BoruSara (10/8/2021) #3 in Grumpy (8/23/2021) #5 in Sarada (11/19/2021) #6 in BoruSumi (11/20/21)