Momoarukel Stories

❛𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡 𝙪𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣❜ ╰┈➤IN WHICH... 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙮𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙞𝙭𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩. GACHIAKUTA X HIMIKO TOGA READER WARNINGS: violence, blood, cannibalism(?), himiko toga reader insert, jabber and reader match each others freak in a weird way, but reader also kinda hates him at times; it's complicated, suggestive themes, language, mentions of abuse and self harm

Informations are one of the most powerful things on earth, especially when those are photos. Too bad that those informations could also be dangerous and there are men ready to do anything to obtain or delete them. "Uh? Is that. . .is Mary Poppins clapping some monsters made of trash?!" ". . .you have inhaled too much toxic gas"

> | You volunteered to leave. The prophecy called for a sovereign flame to descend into a decaying world and restore balance. You stepped forward without hesitation - because that's what rulers do. But the ritual failed. Instead of arriving as a savior, you crashed into a wasteland known as the Pit - a graveyard of metal, concrete, and forgotten things. Your Sol Emeralds are gone. Your flames are weaker. And the energy in this world feels wrong against your skin, like it's pushing back against your very existence. When a group of people known as Cleaners find you standing in the rubble, regal and unyielding despite the dust at your feet, they don't see a queen. They see a threat. Now stranded in a world that doesn't bow and doesn't believe in destiny, you must learn to survive without a throne, without certainty - and without the full strength of the fire that once answered your every command. 𝙀𝙭𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙, 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. --- @ ᵍᵃᶜʰⁱᵃᵏᵘᵗᵃ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉⁱ ᵘʳᵃⁿᵃ @ ᵇˡᵃᶻᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵍᵃ