"Moorti Grimes was more than just a man, he was something else. Most people don't go through the things he has and still find the will to love like he does."

⋆❝ 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒈, 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓. ❞⋆ a dragonbound myth reborn (fandom characters • original character insert) ╭──────────────╮ the fog keeps legends that time forgot- where wings once cut through cloud and prayer, and embers still dream beneath the ash. when the last whisperborn awakens, berk changes forever. its future caught between fire and devotion, between what dragons remember and what humans choose to forget. the girl who carries their breath, the boy who listens for their hearts, a bond that could heal-or end-the world. ╰──────────────╯ ✦ myth reborn from silence and scars ✦ bonds forged in flame, blood, and devotion ✦ dragons as memory, legacy, and fate ⟡ status: completed ⟡ ⸻ ❥ a mythic reimagining inspired by How To Train Your Dragon- where fog hides the past, dragons hum the future, and devotion speaks in a language older than fire.

When you're left with a dead body in your kitchen and there's only one man you can call. The man you hate more than anything. With nobody else to turn to, you're stuck doing this under his terms. ••• "You just love to piss me off don't you?" His jaw ticks as he leans down towards me. "I don't really give a fuck about you Kain. I was just trying to have some fun before you went and ruined my night." "Oh you knew exactly what you were doing. I don't buy anything else for a second. You saw me. You knew you were pissing me off and you pushed me further. Well Drea, you pushed too fucking hard."

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

Winnie Jones never asked for what she painted or drew in the brief blackout spells that a shining within gave her. She didn't ask to see a lizard man with homicidal tendencies in an oddly named town or a boy with the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. To top that, she sure as hell didn't ask to get involved. But unfortunately for her, that didn't quite seem to matter. [season two]

A cat follows you on the way home. After trying to resist, you take the cat home and realize...this cat is kind of weird. Notable Rankings #1 gojosatoru #1 jujutsukaisen #1 Reader #1 JJK #1 Gojo #1 blackreader #1 satorugojo

Suited for an audience 18 and older. Read at your own discretion. *** "Don't think for a second I don't hate you any less because we're married," I hiss out. Seeing Gabriel's growing smirk only pisses me off more. "If I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to this then I would have ripped that stupid contract up the first chance I got." My sentence trails off when Gabriel takes another step towards me, then another until he's towering over me. I can feel how huge my eyes become when he slams my back to the bathroom door, wrapping his hand around my throat and pressing it to the wood. A gasp escapes me when Gabriel squeezes it, squeezing until I'm panting for every breath. I can already feel my body betraying me, though. My words may be telling him how much I despise him, but my body knows what the truth is and it shows from the growing arousal between my legs. "Don't be so crude, princesa," Gabriel mutters, forcing my head back to stare into his blazing brown eyes. "Let's not forget that we're a happily married couple. So I suggest you walk into that meeting with a smile on your face... Unless you'd rather have them all listen to me fuck the attitude out of you instead." ***

platonic!gojo satoru x fem!reader although he had many pictures of himself, gojo satoru only had two pictures with other people in his office. the other picture stood on gojo's desk alone, framed by a beautiful mahogany frame. the photo was of a much younger gojo - around five to seven years old - in a beautiful yukata, grinning happily with a stick of pink cotton candy in his hand. next to him was an older girl - about ten years older or so - with an equally beautiful yukata and bright grin. she was crouched down so she was the same height as him. warning, reader death

It was simple. He need a wife and I needed protection from a crazy stalker ex boyfriend. Now there is no going back. I'm his wife now and he is my husband His Donna. My Don. * * * * "I will burn this whole fucking city down if i have to," he declared. I snake my arms around his neck as his hands found their rightful place on my ass. "Do you promise?"

"On my comma-" Before Erwin could even finish his sentence, y/n lightly tapped her horse with her foot and off she rode. As Levi went to go after her, Erwin raised a hand. "Leave her be" Levi scoffed before replying. "She'll get herself killed" "On her command" By SOAZJr Black Reader ‼ This story is infact set in war times so titans will not exist until later in the story and not everything is cannon plot wise. I can assure you this book will one day be finished as I dislike uncompleted things. -Thanks 🙏 Started ~ 19/02/2021 Finished~