*the cover is made by AI* !the characters are not mine! This story is not following the plot, this is just my creativity doing what it does. Beware english is not my first language. this story is for Giyu lovers *this story has some mature romantic scenes*

Being isekai'd into the cartoon you know and love with your best friend, yuta is crazy enough when you realize you have to survive this place! ||BOOK 1-3|| ||WARNING LONG CHAPTERS!!||

MIDNIGHT SUN ━━━ "he thought capturing the avatar would fix everything. he was wrong." ❪ 𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘳: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘶 ❫ 𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘰 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘤 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦

What if the country king's child goes missing and she end up at a church with two other males? No one knows that this girl possesses the kind of magic that was believe lost. The white clover was one of the most powerful and sacred magic since it's only given to a specific mage every 100 years. This magic could be dangerous for the mage and the people around them if it's not mastered. And let's say this sacred magic-user is you. (Black Clover x Reader)

[cod-DEE-wohm-PUL] verb. to travel in a purposeful manner towards a vague destination In the chaos that is the Black Bulls there is one member that kept everyone in line. They had to have someone do the paperwork with the amount of destruction they cause, and it's definitely not Captain Yami. No that person is Delphia Rotta, their resident fortune teller. Ranking: #1 / 303 blackbulls : 25/08/20 #1 / 42.8K originalcharacter : 20/07/20 #1 / 685 asta : 12/07/20 #1 / 1.7 K Yami : 12/07/20 #1 / 806 ocinsert : 17/06/20 #1 / 93 nozel : 09/05/20

𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛; 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴; 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 romance, angst, drama ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "We're running out of time," Aera murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as they strolled side by side along the deck, fingers loosely intertwined. Heeseung sighed, his thumb brushing over her hand. "Yeah... we wasted so much time being idiots and arguing over nothing." Aera leaned her head against his shoulder, her steps slowing. "I wish tonight didn't have to end like this. I'm not ready to let go." Heeseung paused, letting go of her hand and turning to face her. "Aera... I'm sorry, but look," he said, glancing toward the horizon where the first light of dawn was breaking. "Tomorrow's already here. Dragging this out is only gonna hurt more." She opened her mouth to respond, but the words stuck in her throat. Heeseung's expression softened as he gave her one last lingering look before walking away, leaving her rooted in place on the empty deck. Aera's heart clenched as she watched him disappear, the weight of unspoken feelings hanging heavy in the air, the night slipping away just like the moments they let pass between them. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ lee heeseung x oc idol heeseung x oc enemies to lovers, friends with benefits longer summary inside @enhaheart ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

【月が綺麗ですね】 tsuki ga kirei desu ne "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" - a Japanese phrase used to mean I love you. A boy with a curse meets a girl with the power to end or save the jujutsu world. Through bloodshed, trauma, and broken promises, will the two find their way to each other or will they suffer the consequences of being hopeful in a broken world. - 『dad!gojo satoru x daughter!oc (familial)』 『okkotsu yuta x oc』 『jujutsu kaisen x oc』 『fushiguro megumi x oc』 - Jujutsu Kaisen belongs to Akutami Gege. Art used is not mine and belongs to its rightful owners. Please message me if you are one of the artists so I can credit you since I find these images on Google. This is an xOC fic but can be read as a self-insert if you choose to.

IN FIRE AND SNOW ROBB STARK X OC COMPLETED GAME OF THRONES FANFICTION When the war for the Iron Throne begins, a forgotten Targaryen rises from the ashes. Princess Maerya Targaryen, the younger sister of Daenerys Stormborn, has lived her life in her sister's shadow, trained in diplomacy, forged in fire, and bound by blood to a destiny she never asked for. But when the King in the North, Robb Stark, sails to Dragonstone seeking alliance, duty collides with fate. What begins as strategy becomes something far more dangerous, a love born in the heart of war. Together they'll face dragons, betrayal, and the night itself. Yet for all their power, it is mercy, not fire, that might just save them, and reshape the Seven Kingdoms forever. In a world of ice and fire, two hearts learn that peace is the bravest kind of victory.

She took his hand then and placed it-not ceremoniously, not dramatically-against her abdomen. Still flat beneath fabric. Still unchanged to the eye. His breath caught. "There," she said. "You're officially present." He didn't move. Barely breathed. "I don't feel anything." "It's early." "So it's ignoring me." She smirked. "Much like its parents." He snorted despite himself. "Rude." She leaned back, head resting against the stone wall. "You can talk, if you like." He stared at her. "To the child." "Yes." "What would I say." "Whatever you'd say to anyone you intend to terrify and protect simultaneously." He considered that, then leaned closer, lowering his voice as if the sea itself might overhear. "You will not be weak," he murmured. "You will not be small. And no one will ever touch you without consequence." Ariella hummed. "Subtle." "It's honest." She turned her head to look at him. "Try again. Less threat. More... reassurance." He grimaced. "I don't reassure." "You're doing fine." He sighed and tried again, awkwardly sincere. "You're... wanted." Her expression softened fully now. "And," he added, "your mother is very irritating but extremely competent." She laughed quietly. "Careful. I'll tell it you said that." He glanced down at her stomach, then back at her face. "It doesn't move." "Not yet." He frowned. "I expected something more dramatic." "Patience," she said. "Even dragons take time." They sat like that for a while, firelight flickering, the sea marking time beyond the walls. Eventually, Ariella shifted and yawned, the fatigue of the day finally asserting itself. Daemon noticed immediately. "You should sleep." "I will." "Now." "In a moment." Dragonstone stood watch-men loyal, banners snapping, a dragon coiled in the heights. Inside, two formidable people sat quietly with the smallest, strangest certainty either had ever known.