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There is something called a memory ball that shows the memories of a chosen person. In order to further incriminate the already dead Yiling Patriarch, the cultivation world decides to use this memory ball at the next Discussion Conference to show how evil the demonic cultivator can truly be. What appears, though, truly shocks them all. Spanish Translation Spanish Audiobook Russian Translation Another Russian Translation French Translation Thai Translation Italian Translation (Update schedule: Author is trying to graduate college so updates are paused.)

Peter has the gauntlet, the stones already in place. Aliens are beginning to swarm him and in the overwhelming panic that begins to consume, he does the only thing he can think of. He shoves his hand into the gauntlet.

“Am I your dad!!?” Billy shouted. Danny paused. Took a deep breath in and out before turning to him. “I’m gonna need you to back up, and explain. Please.” Or, what happens when a twelve year old masquerading as an adult superhero calls his guardian, an adult who can also turn into a child superhero, on speaker phone, in front of the Justice League.

At a young age, Izuku Midoriya gave up his dream to become a hero. He didn't have a quirk. He was not special. He longed to be remembered. He wanted to be known. He wanted people to see him, and what he did, and smile. It was only at age 15 did he realize that seeing them suffer may be even more enjoyable, and that the quirk he had never known was a beautifully horrible one indeed. It was time to create art, and time to change the world forever. (A.K.A The words of a mother break a child, and from the pieces, something else is made.)

“I hate you, just so you know.” You huffed out dramatically. “Oh, darling, you break my heart!” He put a hand to his head as if he were swooning. If there had been someone who was more dramatic than you had just been, it was him. He always tried to one-up you. “You don’t have a heart to break.” ___Please refer to the discord or tumblr regarding the discontinuation.

Loki won... the Earth is thrown into chaos, and you are taken away to become one of his 'girls'. In reality that really means you are a slave... servant... sex toy... One night, The God of Mischief invites you to spend the night with him, leading the both of you down a path neither could have ever imagined...

“It has come to the attention of the staff and myself,” Nezu replies, something dark and calculating in his gaze as he stares at all of them, “that there is a possibility that your relationship with Shinsō-kun is ... non consensual.” Hitoshi can’t help the way he flinches sharply, breathing going shallow and ragged as his heart skips a beat and his eyes squeeze tightly shut. There it is.

Twenty-three years of head-over-heels, devastating devotion and love, love, love for the man with bright eyes and dark hair. Fourteen years of friends, best friends, of always together. One moment of rejection. Nine years of apart. Nine years of heartbreak, nine years of continents away, of not speaking, of no acknowledgement, no interaction, no closure, no peace. No happiness. Nine years of Dean’s life entering motions, going through them, constant, cold and mechanic, like clockwork. Nine years of alone. God. Nine years. A lot has changed. And yet Dean still loves Cas just the same. Even if his heart hurts all kinds of different. On the day of Jimmy Novak's funeral, Dean sees Cas for the first time in nine years. He adored Castiel the moment he met him, at only four years old. But after fourteen years of friendship destroyed by one moment of heartbreak, and after nine years of silence, Dean is convinced Cas will want nothing to do with him. And it's killing him.

Izuku chases after Kacchan, stays right on his heels as they both sprint through the gate and into the mock city. “K-Kacchan,” Izuku calls out to his teammate. “W-We need to make a plan or something. It’s All Might so maybe we should just run ‘cause th-there’s no way we can fight him. It’s All Might.” The hit to the face isn’t a surprise really. A part of Izuku was even expecting it. Was waiting to feel that familiar burning crackle against his skin, the long familiar scent of burnt caramel flooding his senses as pain ripples out across his face like spider web fractures in a foundation. What is a surprise is the way that something in his mind just... Shatters. Izuku greys out around the edges.

What makes someone a villain? Is it their quirk? Their personality? That is... debatable. It's been argued many times. The definition of villain can be defined as someone who did something bad. It's just society thinking being a villain is related to quirks or appearance. But what about a monster? What truly makes someone, a monster?

“It suddenly struck me that the tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn’t feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.” –Niel Armstrong_____________________________ If the history of planet Earth were to be etched onto the face of a clock, the entirety of human history- as they exist today from the beginning of time -all of it, would amount to less than a single second. And that’s only considering the history of Earth. The Universe at large is millions upon billions upon quintillions of years older than that. Enough time for stars to die, for solar systems to decompose, rot away into nothing but solar dust and crumbling asteroids. Tommy had never been a fan of outer space. (Use #hasvfic on instagram to show me your fanart and have it featured in the fanart chapter!)

“Finish it,” Tony tells him, face bruised, chest broken, and heart just … gone. It has been ripped out by the roots again, like it had been once before not so long ago, on a couch in Malibu, with a familiar buzzing in Tony’s ears and betrayal high and sick in his throat. And Tony doesn’t want to feel like this again, didn’t want any of the things that led to this. Hadn’t wanted them right from the start. All Tony had wanted was to keep their family safe. Just like all he really wants Steve to do right now is stop.

Love is a funny thing! It appears in our lives and in the most unpredictable way and changes us forever. It doesn't matter whether in a matter of days or years, what is known is that time is not relevant when the connection with another person is true and deep. But what happens when a traumatic event comes between that love and changes everything? *A Ferry-Love-Boat sequel. It is important that you read the first story for this one to make sense.

Peter has been feeling really lonely since everyone forgot he existed. So he decides to build a stargate to try and open doorways to other universes, hoping to maybe see the other Peter's again. But things don't quite go according to plan and he ends up in a strange city where Peter never existed and bats watch over the night. Peter tries to navigate a new life in Gotham while Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, and the other bats try and find out who exactly is Spider-man and how did he get to Gotham in the first place

Pro Hero Deku is sent back in time, two months before he ever meets All Might... But it seems like somebody follows him soon enough...Time Travel AU of Xenolis' Time Travel AU"Sequel" has been released! Edit: 2024/10/14, stop asking if you can upload a reading of the fic on youtube. AO3 content is made for free and thus should be consumed for free. If you want an audio version ask for a podfic instead (idk how those are made)

For someone ripped from their time, ripped from the few but strong relationships built by time and personal development, by self-reflection and swallowed pride, ripped from the one thing that made him feel worthwhile and needed and put-together, and forced to forge everything over again—Katsuki thinks he is handling it pretty fucking well. Or A villain’s quirk sends a 29-year-old Bakugou back in time to his middle school days.Bakugou-centric fic. Updating tags along the way.

Izuku is a normal human kid... Okay, well, actually, he can't say that! Only .009% of kids who apply to study in space at the battalion satellite actually get accepted, and even then, only two have ever gone missing! (It sucks that one is Izuku.) Humans are rare to see in the galaxy - but seeing a living being who's seen a pissed off human before? Even rarer. Humans are monsters - some of the best fighters in the galaxy and some of the strongest will powers of all known creatures. To most, they seem stupid. Dumb as hell. They can't even learn a language, can they? This fic has a Discord!Previously titled: Humans Are Space Orcs: Midoriya Izuku Edition.

The Trickster won a game rigged against him. The odds were zero in his favour and yet he still won, but the cost of such a victory is hollow. The Phantom Thieves fell in the final battle against Yaldabaoth leaving Joker the only one remaining. He won, but in the end even that was not enough. Mementos and reality has fused together and mankind is gone. After seeing the outcome of the Trickster winning a rigged game, Lavenza and Igor give Akira another chance to avert ruin, another chance at happiness, only this time in a different reality. In this reality it’s up to Akira to rig the game in the Trickster’s favour.

“Well, there's a few ways we could get on with life,” Tyrion said pragmatically. “You can put on the armour and marry Sansa. She's rather beautiful; she isn't one of these fluttering, twittering ladies. She's braver and cleverer than she appears. You could do a lot worse than Sansa Stark. If you cannot find it in you to do it, I suppose you have options. You could ask to take the Black, you could take a ship to Braavos or to Myr or to Volantis and run away. You could cut your own cock off – even Father wouldn't make a eunuch marry.”

Tony whines. “Truth spell?” “Truth spell,” Bruce confirms, giving Tony’s arm a consoling pat.

“There is a con in our midst!” Octavian shouted, shaking a disemboweled teddy bear in Percy’s face. “Jackson is a liar, and a scam! He is not to be trusted!” Though Percy and Praetor Reyna got in constant fights, this was one area where she would stand up for him. “Octavian, give him a break. He’s just a kid, he’s never done anything to you.” “He’s never done anything to me?” Octavian questioned. “Or he's never done anything for me? I have sacrificed many bears over my altar, and all of them say the same thing. They speak of horror, danger; they speak of an unfulfilled prophecy. Tell me, Perseus—if that even is your real name—what quest did you go on and never leave, what duty have you failed?” A Percy at Camp Jupiter AU. Post The Last Olympian, with a twist.