Tokyo Revengers x Female Reader/Oc I don't own the tokyo revengers story(its by Ken Wakui) but only this fanfic story and the Oc's. _________________________________________ "For she was like a Thunder. Hiding in the Sky, will only come out to Bring some Lightnings" _________________________________________ 'You will never know a good book, until you open it' Publish Date: October 22, 2021. Highest Rankings: #1 in anime #1 in Mikey #1 in Ken Ryugujin #1 in Izana #1 in Reincarnation

Every faery is born with a gift. Every gift is used for the good of fae existence, but when a troublesome faery is blessed with the greatest of abilities, the outcome doesn't look so promising. Nahtaia is a mischievous faery with one of the greatest of gifts; distortion. After accidentally turning a human boy into faery size, her powers are immediately seized by the Jaydürian Voices (deities) and banishment is a likely punishment. Luckily, the Minister of Fae Assignment is unaware of her mistake. With the help of a pine faery named Oren, Nahtaia must find a way to change the human back to his natural state and regain her abilities, all while keeping hidden from the keen eyes of the Ministers of the faery realm lest she be stripped of her wings and doomed to a life without the one thing she loves most; magic.

A steampunk short set in an alternative London. The Tower: a rock around which swirls a broken Empire, where Cloud Pirates rules the skies in their cloudships and power is all. Lead by Tower Commander Denalta, can Trooper Seth and his fellow Guards survive, and will the weapons supplied by the enigmatic Raven give them the edge over Captain Pincer and his pirates? Will the last bastion of law and order survive the chaos? Will the Tower survive or crumble?

Everyone is hiding from something; a secret, a lie. Mine just happens to be a curse, one bestowed upon me before my first birthday; a curse that says I'm supposed to die before I turn sixteen. But that isn't going to happen, because I have a plan. You see, it's impossible to prick your finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel if you're locked in a cell.