This Story is a work of Fiction. Similarities between characters or events living or dead in your world are purely coincidental. Only those who have agreed to have the privilege of partaking in this Story. Do you agree? Just 7 one shots of Joker X Ann being silly. My first ship week story.

Wilt: (of a plant, leaf, or flower) becomes limp through heat, loss of water, or disease; droop. (of a person) lose one's energy or vigor. After the events of Strikers. The Phantom Thieves would disband once more. Since there were no more targets for them to change the hearts of they had no need to stay together. They would all carry out their normal everyday lives. Continuing with their school life for the ones still in it. The former 2nd year Phantom Thieves would finish their 3rd year and graduate becoming legal adults entering into college, that's until there are still more targets to have to change the hearts of. During this time, the Phantom Thief Joker contracted a deadly sickness that could be the end of him. CoWriter: @KingKobra310 I don't own any characters or at used. The characters belong to Atlus, the only ones I kinda own are some OCs (You thought they were gone from the MHA story but nope, I hate myself too). Cover Made by me.

This Story is a work of Fiction. Similarities between characters or events living or dead in your world are purely coincidental. Only those who have agreed to have the privilege of partaking in this Story. Do you agree? Akira Kurusu and the Phantom Thieves have successfully beaten their mission, but it turns out that there is one thing left to do that Akira had forgotten to do, so Igor sends him back in time to the beginning of his journey to fix that mistake, but will he be able to hold himself back from altering the future? And will it be worth it? CoWriter: @KingKobra310 Ships: Joker X Kasumi Yoshizawa. I do not own any characters here. Their all owned by Atlus. The cover made by me, but fanart isn't mine.

Yuuto Sakurai, a 19-year-old high school failure, spends his days devouring wish-fulfillment stories. One night, he stumbles across yet another "LHS" novel-where the protagonist is insanely overpowered but insists on acting like a weakling. His needless self-sabotage ruins his image, social life, hurts those around him, all because it's the so-called "right thing to do." Frustrated, Yuuto burns the book, cursing its stupidity, and goes to bed. Then he wakes up... as the main character?!

How I survived the job where so many other people have died.

What would you do if you suddenly found yourself dressed in futuristic armor in a small room filled with soldiers that look similar to you? You don't know where you are, you can't understand their language and the only saving grace is the fact that the weapons and equipment are the same as an old virtual reality game that you once played so you know how to use them. And when the room turns out to be the interior of a drop ship and you're forced into a war for survival, what would you do? WARNING: This story is inspired by the Halo games, the Earth Defence Force games and the Doom games. Doom games meaning that there will be lots of gore and brutal killing! The cover picture is not mine and is just something that I found on google. Rights go to its owner. The story and all characters associated with it are mine, and with that out of the way, please enjoy reading.

Oh boy, here we go again. Blood. It's like that one toxic ex you can't stop thinking about-you know it's bad for you, but it's got this pull. It ruins everything. Kingdoms? Toast. Hunters? Totally off the deep end. People? Let's just say the phrase "hot mess" doesn't even scratch the surface. And me? I'm Narsus. Disgraced knight, professional brooder, part-time beast slayer, full-time existential crisis. Now I'm stuck in Yharnam. Imagine a city built by gothic architecture enthusiasts who really overestimated their candle budget. The place is drowning in fog, madness, claws, and the occasional giant axe-wielding beast who really doesn't appreciate personal space. Fun, right? And let's talk about me making promises-because that's going great. This little girl hands me a music box, looks me dead in the eyes, and asks me to find her parents. And me? Being the genius that I am, I said, "Sure, kid, I'll give it a shot." Idiot. Why not promise to knit a scarf for every werewolf in Yharnam while I'm at it? Oh, and Sapphire? She's got secrets. Big ones. You know, the kind that could either save the day or end it in a flaming dumpster fire. No pressure there. Meanwhile, I've got my own problems, like keeping the blood from whispering sweet, murderous nothings into my brain. Here's the thing: Yharnam doesn't do heroes. It chews them up and spits them out like last week's leftovers. And me? I'm not even in the running for "mediocre antihero of the month." But promises? Yeah, they're messy, dangerous, and pretty much guaranteed to get you killed. Still better than breaking them.

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Alex was an ordinary person with the dream of one day being transmigrated to a magical world. But what he didn't expect is that he would be transmigrated to a world much more than that, a world he knew very well, but instead of being given a system that would empower him, he was given a system that allowed him to make games, and the more people played, the more powers he would get. Tony Stark: Son of a bitch, I can do in real life everything this Watch Dogs guy does, but why can't I stop playing? Hulk: HULK HATES DARK SOULS!!! HULK SMASH DARK SOUS ARRRHHHHGGG!!! Nick Fury: If any agent can't complete the Hitman game by next week, that agent will be fired from the Shield! A world of superheroes, but who controls everything is "only" a game developer. ------ This fanfiction is adapted from MARVEL: GAME MAKER SYSTEM Author: NunuXD Few chapters may be same