⁀જ⁀➴ "Those who treat me with kindness, I will repay that kindness tenfold." "And those that treat with injustice, that use me, that hunt me down, that hurt my friends, I shall repay that injustice a thousand times over." ― Technoblade ╰⪼ In which, the peaceful atmosphere of the Sphere was quickly shattered, the moment your cries were heard all through the streets, as your grief completely overwhelmed you. You had just returned home from your work. Only to discover that your partner had been murdered, and your son had been falsely accused of killing his adoptive father. And without giving him the proper trial to prove his innocence, they had dragged and executed your son down the pit, never bothering to even reach out to you. Fueled by blinding rage, you exact brutal revenge on the spot, dragging the screaming and fighting perpetrators who went along with the injustice near the edge of the town, before chucking them down into the never-ending abyss of the pit. After finally feeling content with the chaos you had caused, you jumped into the pit yourself. As you fell, you came face to face with a mysterious entity, who offered you an ultimatum. "As long as you yield your entire being to me, then rest assured, the thing you wish to achieve will be taken care of. " Is what it said, it's looming figure towering over you. With nothing else to lose, you accepted. ── .✦ Disclaimer: all rights to Kei Urana, I do not own any of Gachiakuta's characters and the story, only the plot of this fanfic.

"Some poisons don't kill instantly. Some take years-slow, torturous, irreversible." For five years, Yoichi Nagumo has been poisoned. Not by a drug. Not by a weapon. By her. Rika Sakamoto. The one girl who has never entertained his flirting, never fallen for his charm, never looked at him the way he looks at her. She's an enigma, a soldier bred for war, and the only person who makes him lose his goddamn mind. But Nagumo doesn't lose. He plays the long game, and he's not afraid to get his hands dirty. One date. That's all he asks. One shot. And if Rika thinks she can keep ignoring him, she's got another thing coming. #1 nagumo Date started: March 11 , 2025

Three months ago, Sayaka Yamori was just a normal university student. Then assassins came for her. Born into a assassin family, orphaned, and hunted by the very organization that shaped her, Sayaka was forced to survive on her own. With no one to trust, she taught herself the art of killing; fast, brutal, and flawless, all in just three months. However, her sudden talent didn't go unnoticed; the JAA flagged her as a potential threat... or a valuable weapon. Now bound by a dangerous contract she doesn't fully understand, Sayaka is trying to reclaim the life she lost. But normalcy is a luxury she can't afford. On one seemingly ordinary day, a craving for prawn crackers leads her to a small shop... and into the orbit of Sakamoto. The concept of Sakamoto Days is not mine. I own nothing but my oc, Sayaka Yamori.

𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙀𝙇𝙔𝙎 𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙂𝘼𝙍𝙔𝙀𝙉 tore her mother apart from the inside out. She had gotten stuck halfway from the womb, slowly eroding the bones and muscles within the young woman. Her father had been granted a choice, and in that moment the chance of a son seemed greater than his love for his wife, his Aemma. It was a decision that would haunt Viserys until his dying breath, one that would rest upon Anaelys's shoulders. Started ➞ 17th January 2023 Published ➞ 23rd January 2023 Finished ➞ Ongoing [ SLOW UPDATES ]

❝𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇; the new bad boy falls in love with the girl who has the number six tattooed on her write and has strange powers she can't control. 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐂 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝟐 - 𝟓

𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 Soren's making a name for himself, trying to forget about his past life. However, one part of his past is still attached to him. During his senior year of high school, Soren was forced to write letters through the "Adopt a Soldier" program - it was the only thing he took with him after her graduated, six years ago. Soren continued to write and send care packages to a "Lennox", even now. When some teenager sells family heirlooms to Soren's part-time job, Soren gets stuck in a mess of alien robots, his past coming back to haunt him, and meeting the person that Soren has formed a bond with that can't be explained. Soren has a promising career ahead of him, but maybe the Transformers are about to make his life a thousand times better. [William Lennox/Male OC] [Transformers, Revenge of the Fallen, Dark of the Moon, Age of Extinction, The Last Knight] [#1 in AgeofExtinction, 8.31.26] [#1 in DarkoftheMoon, 8.31.26} [#1 in TheLastKnight, 8.31.26]

༘⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴ [ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! ʜxʜ x ꜰᴀꜱʜɪᴏɴɪꜱᴛᴀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] (SLOW UPDATES!) 🎀🪞🩰🦢🕯️⋆˚࿔ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆🕯️🦢🩰🪞🎀 ✎ᝰ.🅲🅾🅽🆃🅰🅸🅽🆂 🅰🅳🆄🅻🆃 🆃🅷🅴🅼🅴🆂! 🆁🅴🅰🅳 🆃🅷🅸🆂 🅰🆃 🆈🅾🆄🆁 🅾🆆🅽 🆁🅸🆂🅺 🅰🅽🅳 🅱🅴🅷🅰🆅🅴 🅼🅰🆃🆄🆁🅴🅻🆈! M4nga Sp0il3rs, A𝗀3 𝖦4𝗉, 𝖢𝗎𝗋5e 𝖶0𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝖱4𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖲e𝗑1𝗌𝗆, 𝖾𝗍𝖼. ୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ!⋄ 𓍯 ﾒ૦ﾒ૦💋 ────୨ৎ──── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ɪ ᴀᴍ. ᴀ ꜰᴀᴍᴏᴜꜱ ꜰᴀꜱʜɪᴏɴɪꜱᴛᴀ ᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʏꜱ" ────୨ৎ──── ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ, ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀ. ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀʀᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜꜱ, ᴍᴀʀʀʏɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. ࿐ྂ

Dread coiled and turned to solid stone in his gut. It Weighed him. Weighed each step toward his dressing table. There, the source of his sleepless nights rested. The Glass Candle. It was burning. A starry, pale white flame flickered above the twisted black glass. He stopped but a pace away from the flame. Still close enough to feel the cold flame licking at his face. Turning his nerves in a way that made his skin crawl. A sickening feeling. The chilling burn of its glow sank back into the root of his bones. He couldn't stop it from growing. From becoming the monster he swore would never fall upon him again. Fear. His lips parted. A ragged breath rushed in. That fear swelled in his chest. He could not breathe in or out. Could not think clearly from the endless barrage of questions striking in his mind. Millions he wanted answered, and millions more he didn't. He feared what would answer. What lived in the pale white light... What lived beyond it? Could they be trusted? The most frightening question of all shrieked louder than all others in his mind. So loud he winced. So loud he could not stop himself from asking... "...What do you want from me?" He stood in the silence. It blanketed him like falling snow. He stared into the weepy white flame. Its icy barbs impaling him slowly from the inside out. Then sinking into his bones over again. A breeze trickled into his bedchamber. It's chill clawed at him from behind. From the opposite direction of his window. Her voice seeped into him like the sharp white flame burning at his back. "What does anything anywhere want? Does the seed not want to grow? Does the river wish not to flow? Does the hunter not want his prey? Do the storm clouds wish not for relief? Does fire not wish to burn?" Jacaerys Velaryon x male!oc [Some Aemond and a lil sprinkle of Baela] [Book 1/2]

Aerion 'Brightflame' Targaryen died drinking wildfire, believing it was the only way he could become the dragon he was destined to be and finally shed the fleshy body that held his stolen divinity. Great was his shock when he opened his eyes again, his throat still burning and the sensation of fire consuming his organs, in the arms of the woman who had heard so many stories: Rhaenyra Targaryen. "My little Aerion," she had called him. And Aerion understood that this was a second chance granted by the Gods. If he eliminated the rot that had tried to seize the Throne, perhaps the dragons would be saved, and he would finally achieve the glory he so longed for. For that, he had to choose a side, a simple task for him. "I'd rather drown in the bathtub than be in the same place as that whore Hightower," he had said, disgusted and filled with raw, unadulterated hatred. Thus, Aerion 'Brightflame' Targaryen's loyalty had been decided. Aerion would swear fealty to Rhaenyra. Or rather, to Jacaerys Velaryon. But who would have thought that a mere weak Heir could have control over a monster like Aerion? HOTD x AKOTSK

LONG story Asylum au :))) Y/n traded bread for serial killers. One day he's baking croissants, the next he's a psychiatrist at an asylum full of murderers with flair. He's supposed to be the professional here, but between homicidal maniacs, psychological chess matches, and one patient who swears therapy is "a government conspiracy," Y/n's barely holding it together. Not to mention his own sketchy past, which he's hiding behind a nonchalant attitude, caffeine, and a clipboard he doesn't actually use. In a place ruled by madness, the greatest threat may not be the killers...but the darkness inside the man trying to cure them. Who's really getting rehabilitated here? Your guess is as good as his. Buckle up camental health has never been this unhinged 😐