A group of notorious villains plan to use the quirks of 6 hostages to open a portal to another world so they can summon someone more powerful than All Might. Everyone thought they would fail but when the hideout is raided and the villains are arrested they find a boy. Oyama Sanyu is a hero from another world where no one is born with powers and quirks aren't a thing. The fact he has powers at all is kind of a mistake. He's saved the world more times than he can count on one hand and has the scars to prove it. To all the adults in this world though, he's just a traumatized kid. (Obviously I don't own BNHA or anything other than Oyama Sanyu himself. I really hope you guys like my fic! (●'◡'●) I don't really know how trigger warnings work but there's a lot of PTSD in here so if that's not your jam you might want to just scroll past this!)

Male lead, why do you propose to the villain and not the heroine!? Having the strongest man in the empire as father, the most beautiful woman as mother and three arrogant brothers, there was beauty, power and irreducible wealth no matter how much you use it. I came to possess the villainess who had everything in the novel named 'Cielle Valentine' In the original story, the heroine was the adopted sister of Cielle. In the original story, Cielle had an unrequited love for the prince who chose her sister. Blinded by jealousy, Cielle bullied the heroine and so was executed in the hands of the male lead prince. So going back, Yes I reincarnated in the body of Cielle...But the problem is..Cielle is supposed to be a woman right? What the heck am I in the body of a boy!? Though I'm a boy in my past life, that does not make sense! "Young Master, Ceil." And her name is Ceil now!? And she is a he now! And that's me!? What the heck! In the original story, jealousy along with tormenting others caused her to get beheaded by the prince. But now I will avoid any of that! I will behave and maintain my good relationship with them. For now, I will try my best for my sister and the male lead to end up together...... "Young Master, Ciel, please marry me." Male lead, why are you proposing to me!? I'm not gay! Well..maybe I am!?

It was the hand. Because there, on the index finger of my right hand, was a very, very familiar golden ring with markings on it. A ring that I knew didn't belong anywhere but in a fantasy book. Holy shit, I was Sauron!

"OI, WHAT DO WE DO?" "Ask Asahi! He's the oldest!" "Not mentally!" "DAICHI'S GONNA KILL US!" "Hinata boke!" " What the- I didn't even do anything this time!" Shiro winced at the increasing noise as more and more of them resorted to screaming instead of talking like normal human beings. Then again, he wasn't the definition of normal either, but they didn't know that. Not yet, at least. If he stayed in that gym any longer, he'd not only be a one-legged cripple, but a deaf one too. He made his way to the exit, only to be knocked over by a very hyperactive libero. "Where you going, kouhai? You still gotta serve to me!" Glittering, cat-like eyes sparkled above him, a huge grin plastered on his face. He shifted so he was sitting cross-legged on Shiro's chest, grinning even wider as he saw his furious blush. "Did anyone ever tell you how adorable you are?" Nishinoya cooed and was elated to see Shiro's bewildered expression. Here he was, sitting on the pretty boy everyone couldn't help but fall for, and the latter was blushing! "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" A dark shadow fell upon the gym, violently yanking Noya off the poor boy. Shiro gulped, his face turning deathly pale from tomato red as he stared up at Noya, who now was dangling from a furious Daichi's hold. The captain looked around, seeing the disaster and the frozen, guilty expressions on the other's faces, and all of a sudden, the team stopped breathing. He was foolish to think he'd live to twenty. **************************** Takumi Shiro, a boy of few words and fewer smiles, has spent his whole life silently searching for his chance. He's an enigma, a powerhouse, a boy of monstrous instinct and reflexes on the court, even though he's been an amputee since he was 6 years old, and kept out of the game throughout his years in middle school. But when he transfers to Karasuno, will he finally find his way to the top? Will this broken crow finally get a chance to fly?

The most beautiful words of love are told in silence for a look. He had always thought he wouldn't need anybody. Given how he solely focuses on the blades he crafts. Yet, the moment he delivered the blade to the new Hashira, He couldn't help but feel his heart skipped a beat then. Time and again, she showered him with affection while he returned with none. Only for him to love her back in his own way, which she had always known.

"Look, I really didn't mind the fact that I died and reincarnated into Ansatsu Kyoushitsu. I didn't really mind that you gave me a hole in the heart. That was a real dick move, but I didn't complain. So god, Void, whatever, I'm sorry I punched a student. Please recall my demotion into Class E. Please, the moon literally just exploded and I don't wanna be there!" Kuma-sensei did not belong here. He knew better than anyone else that he was just an outsider. ー ※ COMPLETED FIC. ※ AC belongs to Matsui Yuusei.

Todoroki, Bakugou, and Midoriya are now pro heroes. They have finally reached their dream. Despite their drastically different personalities, the three are very good friends. Their relationship is so good, that all three decided to get a place to live together. When they got the place they've been searching for, for a while, they had an extra room. One that someone already moved into. They didn't think nothing of it, until they met Y/n L/n. The roommate. That's it. 【︎ bnha x male reader 】︎ 【︎ completed ✔︎ 】︎ 【︎ slice of life 】︎

Fujioka Hanabi, sister to Haruhi, meets the Host Club! There, she finds a kindred spirit in the form of the 'wild-type' host, Morinozuka Takashi. How will their love story unfold? This is a story with almost zero drama. It's a little boring in that sense, but I hope you enjoy it anyways! I don't own any characters or dialogue from Ouran High School Host Club! I don't own the cover image!

Rain fell, wetting the mountain path and causing the rocks to become slick. Thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance, accompanying a previous flash. A soaked figure trudged along in the downpour, sure-footed and hidden by a dark black cloak. Twin swords hung at their side along with a bow strapped to their back with a full quiver of elvish arrows. A satchel hung across their chest, holding very few things. Some bandages and medicine, a change of clothes, rope and a single piece of paper marked with the King of Mirkwood wax symbol. A contract of employment one could say. A love story based during The Lord of the Rings. I do not own anything but my own characters (Sîrion) and any changes to the plot. J.R.R Tolkein was a genius and his world is much too interesting to not write about.