Bakugo watched him fall. He watched them declare Deku dead. He watched as his mother cried in the hospital with the grief filling his chest. How the hell was he alive? And why the hell did he scale the building to the classroom window? "Hey do you mind letting me in?" Izuku asked his best friend through the glass after knocking. The other classmates looked at the window in shock and horror of who exactly was there. "Wait, What?... HOW IN THE HELL?!?"Bakugo screamed at the sight of his recently dead friend. "Heh. Yeah. No idea either." Izuku shrugged, his stitched up neck being very exposed in his funeral suit. I don't own MHA/BNHA or any pictures used. This is a fanfiction. This is also more of a crack fic taken seriously so like starts off really crack but then gets kind of serious and funny down the line.

This is the story of how Midori, the quirk analyst of the underground, became the official getaway driver of the League of Villains * Giran didn't know what to expect when he stopped by one of his friends at the chop shop. But he surely wasn't expecting to find a homeless kid sleeping in one of the rundown cars in the scrapyard. MAIN STORY IS DONE New Updates are oneshots and follow up mini stories to flesh out the world a bit more.

What if Percy had fallen into Tartarus alone? Apparently, a whole lot of shit. * Down in Tartarus, it's the Greek version of hell. Percy experiences the hardest days of his life - and that's saying something - as he attempts to find his way to the Doors of Death. It's his only option if he wants to make it out of this alive. At least he has Small Bob, though. The best fucking awesome cat ever. * "No matter how much he tried, he couldn't get the stain of Tartarus off his skin." * Started November 2017. Finished March 2018. *THIS STORY IS UNDER EDITING* *Due to the edits, chapter names and numbers may not line up, and some story details may be out of place. The story is not being edited in chronological order. I don't have a timeline for when edits will be finished.

Percy Jackson is not a good person. At least, not anymore. Percy has been through a lot. Annabeth is dead and his few remaining friends are scattered across America. Percy's been loyal and heroic his whole life, he's always done what the gods asked. And they have only ever repaid him with pain and indifference. So now it's his turn. His longing for justice is growing and the more bitter he becomes, the more it sinks in that without Annabeth, he has nothing left to fight for. But then again, there's nothing holding him back. Revenge is something that has long been above Percy. But at the end of the day, at least it's something to fight for. The gods have forgotten that loyalty goes both ways. It's about time someone reminded them what happens when you lose the trust of a Demigod who rules on loyalty. ////Don't be afraid to spam comments or questions, I love attention teehee////