(⚠Update: If you are new into reading this story, pls have in mind that this is under some rewriting and editing. So at the moment the story will have very slow updates. Thank you for reading.) --- Being stubborn wasn't a good idea. As (Y/n), an immature 15 years old girl, Ran away from home on a depressed night an...
Recipe for a perfect Vento Aureo fanfic: 1. Place the setting. Make sure to not insert too much, because then your story will be boring as fuck. 2. Add the characters. Check in case they are rotten, or they'll act out of character. 3. Time to put in the reader or your OC. You must check that they are not under-ripe, b...
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Narancia fiddled with his thumbs, and took a deep breath. "This is a little hard to explain..." He started, staring down at his hands. "Erm, well see, I love Buccellati, and sometimes Abbacchio, when he's not making a point to be grumpy. I love Mista bunches and bunches, and I definitely think I'm starting to love Gio...
Kakyoin isn't alive anymore. Kakyoin will never paint another picture. Kakyoin will never see another sunrise, or a sunset. Kakyoin will never see. Kakyoin is gone, forever. And there's nothing he can do about it. ...Or so he thought.
Jotaro looks up. The sea is flat, the tide low and the waves are weakly splashing onto the shore. He turns around, treading water, staring at the man by the shore. Kakyoin watches as Jotaro bobs with the waves, his gaze soft, but behind his eyes was something akin to fear, dark and gloomy. Jotaro just wanted to take...