A Tsukkihina ABO fanfic... at least I think it is. This is my first fanfic... please go easy on me. Tsukki wanted to keep Hinata a secret for as long as possible because they were still young. It was Tsukki's idea to keep them secret, so why does he get so upset when he sees Hinata happy with anyone that's not him.

It was the semi-finals, they were playing against Aoba Johsai. No matter how many quicks were made, no matter how high he jumped, or even how much he was used as a decoy, they lost. Their defeat left them hurt, even those who didn't care all that much about the match, were left in annoyance. But no matter how down he was about the match or his uncomfortable home life, Hinata still tried to cheer his team up when they got back to the gym. But what if that happiness, the one thing that keeps up his motivation, is soon broken from just a few simple sentences by a fellow team-mate? [Possible Ships?] ⚠️ !! TW!! ⚠️ - Depression - Self-Harm - Talk of Suicide - Abuse - ED (maybe??)

In the ending moment... The American helicopters overhead, guns at the ready. Twelve, Nine, Lisa, and Shibazaki standing below, already in the midst of sorting out their own problems. The fun Lisa, Twelve, and Nine had... At the very backs of their minds as adreniline rushed through their bodies, in sense of danger. What if in that moment somebody moved before a bullet landed? What if a person used their life to save another? What if no new grave markers with numbers had to be put in? (I do not own Zankyou no Terror)

He fell to his knees and screamed. In that moment, Nine wanted nothing more to rewind time, to somehow have Twelve alive again. He would do anything. And then he woke up. . . . I was really upset about the ending and then I came up with this. c: . . . Zankyou no Terror Nine x Twelve Fluff & Stuff

Nine and Twelve are okay now; there's no pain to feel, only the soft breeze.

(( CONTAINS SPOILERS. I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS. )) Twelve took comfort in the soft green that would tint his vision whenever Nine spoke. Twelve always took comfort in that voice, in those colours. They meant safety, that Nine was close by and he'd look after him. That green meant protection. So why was the green suddenly swarming his gaze? He couldn't see anything but an explosion of green. Green. Everything was green. Well, green up until everything went black.

"Promise you won't forget," the words left his mouth in such a way it made my heart drop. "Oh, Illu~," I sigh, holding him tightly against my chest, "never." -cover art is not mine, but I edited it-

After 4 years of working for Nostrade family, Kurapika decides to start working under Chrollo Lucilfer an// do not fetishize any characters in this story. I simply depict them as closely to their OG (and with a little bit of what I'd think they'd do in certain situations/self indulgence)

The white haired boy looked up and froze as his eyes met Dazai's. Atsushi had fear in his eyes. Dazai did not like that look in his eyes ever. Brown eyes looked over the were tiger and saw multiple wounds and bruises. His whole torso was covered in blood. I suck at summaries. XD Please let me know your thoughts. Cover credit to artist of Bungo Stray Dogs Wan

"Wh-what do you want to know?" Gon asks, leaning back in his chair to stay away from him. "First of all, your age," Killua says, his smile fading. "I need to know if you're the legal age to..." "...to what?" Gon asks, and Killua shakes his head. "Never mind, just tell me." He answers, his smile returning. "Eighteen..." Gon says, and the silver-haired boy smiles. "Perfect!" Killua shouts, clapping his hands together. "The same age as me!" Gon smiles awkwardly at the boy. || The result of having two boys of opposite personality live together. [Killua Zoldyck x Gon Freecss]