[COMPLETED] ijekiel a. x idris d. It took thousands of years to meet again. He didn't want to let go of him anymore. Not if he could help it.

"𝑇𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛', 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑖𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑔𝑜!" In which a spoiled sweet half-Japanese girl returns to South Korea to stay, hoping to reunite with her childhood best friend and find her own prince charming. However, each fairy tale has to have a conflict for the storyline to continue, yet this fable takes a darker turn with each step that the princess takes in order to find her happy ending. A happy ending that everyone wants with her.

Cale Henituse was a minor villain in the turn-based game "Savior of the Broken Realms." He was a self-centered and vile healer, an extra so irrelevant that his death barely even exceeded ten lines of dialogue. Nobody understood why he refused to heal. That remained the case until a man from Korea one day possessed Cale's body. "Welcome, player Kim Rok Soo! I am system 001 of the Villain Reformation Department!" He quickly realized why that minor villain wanted to avoid healing so badly. It hurt like a bitch! - Everybody knew about the famous healer from Roan Kingdom. He'd unhesitatingly healed Choi Han, a notoriously ruthless commander. He saved the two-faced Crown Prince Alberu Crossman from the brink of death. His mercy even extended beyond ally territory, ignoring the boundaries of war in favor of healing a white-masked enemy's grievous wounds. Each of his actions even quietly served to mend the heart of a formerly misunderstood man. He sacrificed himself for them, but despite all of the pain he endured, his only response to being asked to stop hurting himself was: "Shut up, I'm not in pain!" ~ ~ ~ Originally posted on ao3! Wattpad is finally up to date with it. Trash of the Count's Family Lout of Count's Family Pairings: Choi Han x Cale Henituse Alberu Crossman x Cale Henituse OG!Cale Henituse x Kim Rok Soo White Star x Cale Henituse Current word count: 86,379

[bnha x reader x mp100] [hiatus? discontinued? idk] a psychic girl who doesn't want to a be hero gets dragged into a world full of them.

"𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫" Being Toman's informant, Y/n knows many faces of Tokyo's underworld. When a new enemy threatens her gang and a mysterious time-leaper gets involved in her story, things are bound to become messier. And it just so happens that between all that mess, friendships and rivalries change into something new. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ a Tokyo Revengers fanfiction ━ various characters x female reader canon-divergent | multiple endings | angst & fluff status: ongoing

Utage is only missing the B-side of just one member. But neither Tamon nor the others know what he's really like. He has never shown them his true personality. They've even come to accept that his A-side is also his B-side. But our dear gorilla doesn't think that's the case. Will the idol be able to discover his companion's true personality, or will he fall for his deception like the others? ( The characters, with the exception of Kasumi Genji, are the property of Yuki Shiwasu, creator of "Tamon's B Side".)

Pinging pagers, beeping machinery, carts clattering down the halls, medicine bottles shaking, papers shuffling-he was one second away from killing everyone, the Hypocratic Oath be damned. Who was this to-be murderer? Dr. Fenrir Ragnulf. Head doctor and the youngest medical practitioner on the East Coast. At twenty-five, he feels eighty-seven and is highly dependent on the two big '-ines,' caffeine and nicotine. Despite his largely Scandinavian background, he's a Gothamite through and through. A few years in Norway couldn't compare to twenty in America's beloved cesspit. The doctor ran on coffee and pure, bitter spite as he bounced between his two places of work-Elliot Memorial Hospital, his primary position, and Arkham Asylum, where he was more of an outside consultant but apparently important enough to have his own office. As if dealing with sick people and psychos wasn't enough, he also had his fair share of interactions with the local cryptids. Especially one dumbass in particular.

witch hat atelier ✹ male oc! insert when coco meets Qifrey and his apprentices, she never expected that one of them would be someone important to her. She just gained a brother. ࿐ ʚ wreak havoc ✹ + / wha (2026) 𖦹 ㅤㅤᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 COCO & SEI adventures ⊹ written by poetnmb ׂㅤ. ͡꒱ ❪ 🪄 fanfic - 2026 ❫

Erina Nakiri's younger brother, Akio Nakiri, is one of the best chefs in Totsuki Academy. He doesn't have anything special unlike his sister's 'God's tongue'. He only got his hands which he cooks with. He'll always be second place to Erina. After all, he's like a puppet on strings being controlled. He would do anything just to keep Erina safe, even if he quits cooking. Akio always thought that he could protect Erina, but instead a strange boy saved them both. Soma Yukihira, a weird, yet unique chef that cooks at a diner. When Akio thought he could protect Erina, will he have more things to protect or will he lose those precious things? Read some more to find out. *I don't own anything, like Shokugeki no Soma, pictures, and such. The only thing I own is my OC. May have slow updates. Also, I don't have a lot of experience with cooking*

Bronx couldn't say he enjoyed Alto, Georgia. Sure, The Bronx was a shithole (yes, he's named after a county, shut the fuck up), but it was a shithole he was familiar with. And it actually had stuff to do, like the old arcade five minutes away from their old house. Or, you know, the entirety of New York Damn City. Sure, his family was broke as fuck, but it was cool to walk around. The only reason they had moved was for his kid sister, Brooklyn. His Aunt Queenie (named after Queens) had hunted down a renowned developmental pediatrician in Middle of Nowhere, Georgia. Most of his arguments had vanished at that; while he was happy (as happy as he was capable of being, at least), they had been looking for someone to help Brooklyn (in his family, it was just a recurring theme to hate your children enough to name them after landmarks). If you hadn't guessed already, he's not an honest guy. "Down on their luck" didn't fit, since they'd never had any luck to begin with. Aunt Queenie worked her ass off as a secretary at an entertainment agency in NYC, and while it paid well, this country was in shambles, and so was the pricing system. Had to tap your 401(k) to keep a roof over your head. His aunt knew what he did at night; she didn't like it, but she turned the other way when she saw the first stack of cash he dropped onto their old, rickety dining table. Though his dubious income helped them breathe a little, it didn't stop her worry from shifting from finances to her wayward nephew. His trashy (affectionate) aunt loved him, and he loved her, but Brooklyn was the light of his life; he would have ended up in a ditch long ago if they hadn't been waiting for him at home. The first week was fine; whatever, really. He got his info packet from Alto High School. His busmate was some girl named Ashlyn; there were two other new kids besides him, and he would start in three days. Mundane shit. He never could have guessed what would happen on that trip to Savannah.