bluestar and tigerstar mating fanfic

Takuma Kurosawa, a transmigrant with no identity, has no official papers — so he ends up freeloading off the women he finds hot. But he soon discovers this isn’t just ordinary anime world, so freeloading can’t get him far. From saving the chaos dragon Tohru to turning Amagi Park into the best in the world, Takuma begins to show the true power of a transmigrator. __________________________ Mash-Up of: We Never Learn, Amagi Brilliant Park, Roshidere, Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid, Uma Musume, Food Wars!, Highschool of the Dead, Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai... __________________________ Support me and read advanced chapters at: patreon.com/_Coreal

Hope Mikaelson feels an aggressively passionate tug on her soul and it has led her straight to Beacon Hills. When she finds Alpha Derek Hale, everything changes. Trust will be lost and boundaries will be broken. Who will make it in the end?

At the end of life, Vincent Zayne, a grandfather, is thrust into a world of superheroes and superambitious villains. With unheralded twists. Twists AND turns. -Plot twists, such as him working part-time at a travel agency where he has to flex the city for a whip-wielding, woman of wonders. Others, such as his stupidly beautiful face, or the unbendable childhood friend, who has a longing and reproachful eye on him. -There are also the turns, like him sharing a college room with a blind boy of improved hearing and body balance. Then, as if all of the above wasn't plenty, there's a totalitarian, strong, and fascist lady, one day coming to claim him as her biological "son" after class....

Kim Y/N never believed in love at first sight-until she met *him*. Park Sunghoon, the enigmatic transfer student whose quiet intensity feels like drowning in the deepest ocean. MY BLUE The first time I saw him, I didn't know yet that blue could be a person- not the cheap crayon-blue of childhood coloring books, not the faded denim of hand-me-down jeans, but this: the blue of glaciers fracturing at midnight, of oceans pausing mid-tide, as if the world itself held its breath to watch him walk by. Park Sunghoon. A name I'd whisper to my pillow, a color I'd trace in the margins of my notebooks: "My Blue." (Too fragile to say aloud. Too late to take back.) My Blue. My quiet storm. My impossible wish.

A girl named Sonia Jaxnson who lives in a foster home and being abused by her foster mother.

She didn't want to be a monster. She didn't want to kill. She didn't want to be killed.

Un niño de 6 años sueña con ser el mejor delantero del mundo y superar a Messi cuando tiene la oportunidad para seguir avanzando su sueño con un partido ya que el que ganará se le reconocería como un equipo oficial de la liga japonsa y se convertiría en jugador profesional pero pierde por pasarle el balón asu compañero al llegar ah su casa su mamá le entrega una carta que le había llegado en la cual lo invitaban ah un proyecto llamado blue lock que hiba ah crear un Delantero Revolucionario después de conversar este asunto con su mamá y papá lo dejan ir hacia blue lock en su cuarto un Sistema se activaba dándole recuerdos de su vida pasada y desde cuando era un bebe y aceptaba la misión de perder la memoria y como recompensa al comenzar blue lock elegiría cualquier talento después una enorme fila de jugadoras famosos como jugadores no famosos aparecieron frente ami dando la opción de eligir el Talento de Messi

Just met by chance. I went with him to the hospital.. I was confused and frustrated what the hell happened all of sudden. I was holding his hand when one of the doctor was putting all those needles in his hand. We reached to the hospital and they told me to wait outside I sat down there on the bench looking at my hand which was covered with blood. "please don't hurt me" it was starting again. I quickly ran to the bathroom and washed of the blood. I looked at the mirror "dad" I saw him behind me with the rod he use to beat me with I turned around but there was nothing.. I felt like somebody was choking me I sat there for sometime try to catch my breath. When I came out I found namjoon near the receipter

(NOTICE:I was writing this for fun. you don't have to give vote or any other things. Give those to some deserving works. I don't think I will continue) He died while juggling a ball on the street, lost focus for a second, and a bus— and he said his goodbye to world. His last thought wasn’t fear— It was regret. “I wish… I could’ve played just one real match.” A voice echoes: “You dreamed too small.” “Your passion for football is overflowing. So—start over.” Light engulfs him. His soul stretches, twists— And then he wakes up in another world with some extraordinary talent's To become the ABSOLUTE disclaimer : blue lock and its characters are not mine it's belongs to it's owner I own just my OG characters