"Also why do you talk like that" the brown skinned girl said. "l-like w-what" responded Izuku (who is currently in an Allmight onsie) "with that stutter" "oh its because I'm nervous" Hey guys, this is for all my chocolate girls we don't get enough love in fan fictions. Also in this story Uraraka will be jealous of the reader and I'm going to bash her with every chance I get! Achievements: #1 in Izukumidoryia 10-19-20

" I got to have her" Itachi said as he watched (Y/N) walk away . "But sir. what about your wife . " #LEMONS also all the photos my book contains are not mine! i get them off google and pinterest.

[COMPLETED] It's been almost an entire decade since you ran away from the orphanage, leaving everything, and everyone behind... planning to never look back. Until a familiar face becomes a regular customer at the small coffee shop you work at. And he seemed to recognize you as well. This might prove to be something interesting... ~*~DISCLAIMER~*~ PLEASE NOTE THAT I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 14-15 LMAO PLEASE READ RUNAWAY OR THE ONE SHOT COLLECTION INSTEAD THEYRE BOTH MUCH BETTER

You own a very successful bar in the most badass city in the world, one piece city, and are determined to stay under the radar. Especially since your shitty dad has been searching high and low for you for years since you vanished one day. You never wanted to be discovered, especially since you left behind a lot of special people when you were sold off who would only be hindered by you now. You doubt they remember you anyway, and if they did how would they react after discovering your secret? Note: reader has lots of mental and physical issues due to torture/abuse and experiments so if you don't like angst don't read.

Nanba Prison, a place full of different people: Criminals, Guards, Staff, Officers and of course the Warden. But how is Nanba prison always 'top notch' in its security? That's where the 'Mechanic' comes in, the one who's always been helping the warden fix and improve every little scratch on the Prisons security.

(modern AU) You'd never really fallen in love but it's not like you had the chance to either. Everything in life was always predetermined for you, from what you wore each day to who you would marry. When you are forced into a marriage with a man almost twice your age, do you decide that maybe now it's time that you call the shots or play with the hand you were dealt? Finished and edited for errors~

One for the precious Rosinante Donquixote. Your luck is almost as bad as his in this story. Doflamingo also isn't AS MUCH of an ass here as he usually is, still a bit of one though...just doesn't go 'round shooting people, ha. A Modern AU cause I've come to prefer those. Mature rating and of course, I own nothingggg. Please enjoy!:)

Your childhood boyfriend and neighbor had to move out after a tragedy happened in his house and he lost his parents, losing touch with you. Years later destiny has you meet once again, new feelings flourishing into your life.

Why would you move to Grandline City? That's something you'd been asking yourself over and over again the longer you live there. There wasn't a more dangerous place to live for someone who didn't have the devil's abilities. But at the same time, one could argue it made life quite thrilling.

Mother!!Reader X Baby!!Eustass Kid ═ ∘◦❦◦∘ ══ ∘◦❦◦∘ ══ ∘◦❦◦∘ ══ ∘◦❦◦∘ ═ "Something wrong?" You asked the kid as he stretched his arms towards you. He just continued to stare, but you wanted him to say something. You smirked before slowly walking away. The red-head you adopted was stubborn, really stubborn. Too bad for him because you are more than that. Your entire being stopped when you heard him whining, you glance behind you to see him crawling with fear written all over his face. Your eyes softened at that. "Don't worry kid, I won't leave you." You whispered, gently picking him up. ═ ∘◦❦◦∘ ══ ∘◦❦◦∘ ══ ∘◦❦◦∘ ══ ∘◦❦◦∘ ═ One Piece Fanfic. Modern Time Frame. Disclaimer: Violence. Mature Content. One Piece is not mine, it is owned by Eiichiro Oda. I only own the plot in the story. Please don't copy. Started: Sept. 8, 2018 Published: April 21, 2020 Finished: November 16, 2021