𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢... 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙤𝙗 ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ Y/N Katanabe and Katsuki Bakugo were inseparable at U.A. High-two future heroes bound by rivalry, loyalty, and a love neither of them ever confessed. Pride and fear kept their hearts silent, but Bakugo felt it anyway... and never truly let it go. After graduation, Katanabe disappeared without a word. No explanation. No goodbye. Bakugo was left with unanswered questions, unresolved anger, and feelings that never faded-no matter how much time passed. Nine years later, she returns as Japan's #3 Pro Hero, calling her former classmates together for a dangerous mission. Forced to fight at her side once more, Bakugo is confronted with everything he buried: the love he never moved on from, the hurt he never healed, and the girl who broke his heart without ever knowing it. As old wounds reopen and the truth behind her disappearance begins to surface, Bakugo must decide whether he can protect her again-knowing he might lose her all over.

" 𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙪𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙖 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙣𝙙. 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝. " A girl is given a simple task by her father---become Il Dottore's courtesan and infiltrate their premises from within. If she fails to complete her objective, she shall be punished with immediate execution. DottorexFem!Reader !lots of violence and mature content Started: 7/28/22

★-- 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. The isolated planet Örökkévaló has been corrupted by eternal darkness for decades due to a Stellaron that tethered itself to its lands. An ellusive Stellaron Hunter lands on this planet in order to obtain it only to find a sole survivor amongst the wreckage. On their quest to obtain the Stellaron, secrets are unveiled about the world's former inhabitants as an unlikely partnership forms between a murderous, glacial man and a strong-willed girl. blade - honkai star rail x FEM!reader *to be read alongside 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 - 𝘥𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘨 4.26.23

❝ FLECTERE SI NEQUEO SUPEROS, ACHERONTA MOVEBO ❞ (completed) Scappino, the Escapist. The faithful servant of their master. You once stood beside The Tsaritsa as her servant, a member of the Harbingers. But as fate would have it, you wouldn't maintain that position for long. You were never meant to achieve this; never meant to be the Twelfth. So instead you ran away, casting a veil over the bloody life you once had. Why serve the God who killed your reasons to live? tartaglia / childe x gn! reader all characters belong to hoyoverse © ; huawyn (ying) 010821 - 052222

❝ WOULD YOU HAVE FOLLOWED ME TO THE LEFT OF ELYSIAN? ❞ As heiress to Teyvat's greatest trading company, you sat at the summit of nobility and wealth. Thus at the age of twenty, you were arranged to marry someone befitting your wealth and status- who better than a Fatui Harbinger? scaramouche / balladeer x fem! reader characters belong to hoyoverse © ; huawyn (ying) 032321

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK THREE --- What a wonderful little secret this was though. If you hadn't been able to follow the signs you would have never found it - a real travesty. Everything you could possibly need resided here in some form or another - feverfew sprang up in little bunches from the ground, accompanied by echinacea. Gingko trees around the place offered their leaves down to you in little bundles. If you hadn't known better, you would have thought someone had planted it all here... A rustle from the bushes behind you stopped your train of thought in its track, sending a shiver of panic down your spine. Your hand withdrawing from the bundle of milk thistle it had been about to grab, you slowly turned, mind filling with all a matter of wild animals that could be lurking in this wood. A pair of soft brown eyes peered out from one of the clumps of brush, staring directly at you.

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK TWO -- Approaching Anoitos' temple again, you opened the door, turning as you stepped inside to close it again. The door closing with a satisfying clunk, you spun back around, intending to just quickly bow your head and grab your beads without much circumstance. You were not expecting to see a man, mid-way through stuffing his face with the plate of offerings you had brought, at the altar, his eyes blown wide with panic and focused on you. You stared back at him. "I- you- what are you doing? Who are you? How-?" You turned halfway back to the door, intending to run for one of the guards. "Wait!" The man's voice drew your attention back to him, just in time to see his appearance shift slightly - like there was something behind the mirage of his skin. For a moment - the man was gone, and in his place, a living replica of the hulking gold warrior depicted in the statue took his place. Your hand dropped from the handle of the door, staring up at the god before you. Out of all the times for your prayers to be answered... and of all ways, like this... "See?" He said, shrinking back to the man you had seen before, the boyish smile you knew so well still on his face. "It's just me!" Standing before you, with crumbs of bread on his face, was Anoitos, somehow - impossibly - in the flesh.

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK ONE --- Your eyes trailed up to the balcony, taking stock of the man who was perched there, hands resting on the railing as he peered down at the crowd that had just entered the room. Broad shoulders were only accentuated by plated armor, polished to a bronze sheen. You had seen this man before, during military processions and that sort of thing. The prison warden, and one of the caesar's previous champions. Samuel. The warden of the prison underneath the colosseum.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK SIX --- Addendum (noun); an item of additional material, typically omissions, added at the end of a book or other publication --- A collection of pieces puzzle pieces that didn't quite fit into the rest of the story - oneshots and timelines and little asides about the universe from the point of someone who's thought way too much about it.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"