A semi-ordinary teenage girl who has had to fend for herself for many years due to emotional neglect from her parents, taking part in an underground adrenaline rush just to find a sense of herself, finds herself with a yellow camaro that her dad graciously agreed to help pay for. A camaro with a secret and a war brewing from the stars arriving to the planet. A war that was not her own, but she will come to learn as part of her family's legacy. Facing the dangers that come with the beings from the stars, the leading commander of the autobots finds himself looking at this young human in a way he has not looked at another for a very long time. Her fiery nature is a shield, one he could see through upon their first meeting. One he learns she has built around herself to protect herself from pain. As for the girl...there is more to this autobot leader than meets the eye. She slowly finds herself a new family to surround her with affection she has never had in her life. It is alien to her, just as alien as the autobots themselves. However...that is just what interests her. Especially Optimus Prime.

𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝚃𝚘𝚞𝚢𝚊 & 𝙰𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚠𝚊 [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎] 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍... 𝚄𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢... 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍. It's been 15 years after their first son, Shouya was born. With three kids, their dog snuggles, Touya and [Name] were living a very happy and loving life. Their love growing more as the years gone by. However, when people from the past decide to show up that could all quickly end. Nobody will be safe, especially not their child Shouya who takes interest in a girl whose family has a villainous past. Is history about to repeat itself? Will Shouya's love be forbidden too? In order to survive the dangers heading their way, the Todo-Zawa family must work together. It can even be said that unlikely people will join forces, all for the sake of love. . . . . Disclaimer: I do not own BNHA/The Images used in this story -All credits go to their corresponding artists/creator

I never saw myself writing an x reader, but here I am. I don't care about the whole Y/N complications. There will be no physical characteristics implied aside from Wally being taller than you. I want everyone to be able to immerse themselves in this story, including people who aren't women, people who have differing skin tones. A lot of x readers have very specific main characters. I'm not here for a self insert. I'm here for you. Although, I will take the creative liberty to tell you that your name is now Neighbor. (no, NOT Darling. Suck it up, simps, I'll feed you at some point. you'll get your fill.) Any and all honorifics are going to be gender-neutral. --SYNOPSIS-- You have been working at the Rainbow Factory for a few years now, and your routine is like clockwork. Too much like clockwork. Your wanderlust and enthusiasm for life has faded into a routinely emotionless shell, the only things coming out of your mouth a "Yes, sir," and a "I'm on it." Your boss, Wally Darling, has recently began to assign you more and more lab work. The most recent one was to carry out an experiment.

none of the character nor hazbin hotel belongs to me

Hello fellow deer simps welcome to my oneshots book featuring the one, the only, radio demon. (Disclaimer/Warning: MATURE AND POSSIBLY DISTURBING CONTENT. That includes but isn't limited to drug and alcohol use, sexual content, triggering topics, violence and gore, basically material that is not suitable for *all* audiences. 18+!!! Proceed with caution, you have been warned.)

"May I rise?" His question posed. "You may." He took your hand and placed a soft kiss upon your knuckles as a sign of respect, before standing before you. "You swear to me that you'll hold up on your end of the bargain?" "You have my word." You smiled. "Do we have a deal then, Alastor?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was 1929 when our dear beloved radio host had a close call and almost wound up in trouble. Deciding to call upon a Loa for help and assistance, he makes an egregious error and accidentally summoned a hellbound demon by the name of Y/n L/n. Deciding to take what help he can get, he takes her up when she offers him protection. (Reader is fem in this story, apologies in advance) (Disclaimer: this story contains violence, gore, crude and vulgar language. Adult themes that may be not be suitable for some audiences such as sexuality, stressful situations, substance abuse, and morbid scenes. 18+, you have been warned. Proceed with caution.)

You had lived during the 1920's as a journalist writing for a local news paper in New Orleans. When you heard of reports of a serial killer killing people in the area, you jumped onto the opportunity to investigate and write about it. However, when you got too invested in finding out who the killer was and who his next victim was, mistakes were made which ended your life unexpectedly. Next thing you know you wake up in hell and you couldn't remember exactly how you died. As years went by, you eventually met The Radio Demon, Alastor. Something about him rubbed you the wrong way as you start to learn more about him. What exactly was he hiding? This is a mature story there will be violence and lemons as the story goes on so be warned! Unless you like reading this kind of stuff then enjoy the story. Hazbin Hotel is owned by the magnificent VivziePop and all the amazing characters in it. I just write fanfiction about it.

All characters in the story are owned by Vivziepop and any media I use does not belong to me

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