A shadow is a hero that works in the shadows of a limelight hero, doing everything they can to ensure that their hero wouldn't die. However what happens when a hero dies and the shadow is left alone? That is something Izuku is facing right now. He was a shadow hero ever after he was abandoned by his mother and then sold of to the American headquarters. They not only trained him and gave him a quirk but also made him be a shadow. An existence that is never written down as alive. He was basically a ghost who never lived before and no one would ever remember a shadow's death.... however due to some reasons he gets back to Japan and what's more he becomes the number 2 shadow. Now what will happen to this boy who gave up living for himself a long time ago? A/N: This is a mha fanstory hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own mha, rights to the owner.

Everyone said he was untamable and not human like! His mother couldn't handle the pressure of a son that had such a unique quirk and gave him up. No one managed to cope with the wild little cinnamon roll and so he ended up in a mental hospital locked away or so they thought. Little did they all know that Izuku was sneaking out nearly every night and doing the job of a dark hero. One that worked in the shadow of the night and never been seen before. However, one day Aizawa and Nezu payed a visit to the exact same mental hospital because they got some lead about a group of villains that were after UA. What will happen if Izuku breaks out once again and throws the whole hospital into chaos while two pro-heroes were in there? Well let's find out! A/N: This is a mha fanstory hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own mha, rights to the owner.

Izuku Midoriya had had enough of the world's obvious bias against him. He didn't care anymore, he would change how the world saw him, and he would do that by becoming the very thing they said he couldn't. He'd become a hero. Just not a legal one. ⚠️TW⚠️: gore, blood, violent scenes, strong language, abuse, self harm and mentions of suicide, cringy writing. Please do not read this story if you are uncomfortable with these. IT'S NOT MEDICALLY ACCURATE, I STARTED THIS WHEN I WAS 14 (Cut me some slack, y'all) Started: 14 June, 2021 Updates: listen, I'm tryna make this story end well and it's really hard. Very slow updates. Constantly being edited

⚠️Trigger Warning ⚠️ Suicide throughts/atemps Self harm Abuse Death Blood (May be more added) Slow updates! The green haird boy is standing on the edge of the roof. JUMP NO ONE WANTS YOU USELESS DEKU! He's looking at the sunset breathing in the fresh air when he lets go. With a smile on his face he fals and closes his eyes SILENCE

Peter parker is a 15 year old orphan. his life is miserable until he sees his two heros in a way he never expected to. (in this universe clint is 19 but lives with the avengers)(it has some spidypool but in this universe wade is 16, one grade above Peter) (trigger warning: selfharm & suicidal thoughts/actions) Check the time. If it is past 10:00 at night, get a glass of water and try to sleep. -your new bi dad

A Harry Potter wbwl fanfic On halloween night, a tall man who was strangely lacking a nose, came into a house looking for a specific 3-year-old boy. He did not know much about this boy, but he was either going to be the tall man's downfall or a great ally. The nosey man with no nose, need to make sure that it was the latter, not the former. The man found two little boys in a room. One was crying at the sight of him, while the other was staring at him calmly. "This must be the one," he says looking at the calm one. He tried to cast a sleeping charm on the boy but he accidentally did the wrong wand movements making a simple scarring charm. It hit the boy on his forehead making a small lighting-shaped scar. The spell then deflected off him and hit the other boy giving him a small burn on his forehead. Then it hit the old man but it did something completely different and turned him into a spirit for 10 years. He would need to study the spell he did later. The parents of the two boys, plus another old man named Albus Dumbledore came up to their room. Seeing the old man's abandoned wand and one of the boy's partially burned forehead Dumbledore pronounced him as the boy who lived and savior of the wizarding world. All while, the calm little boy right beside him stared at him. His Avada Kedavra green eyes glowing. Dumbledore thought that the quiet boy would be forgotten forever, never to be seen again. Oh how wrong he was. Oh how wrong... It's obvious I didn't write Harry Potter, and it belongs to J.K. Rowling Cover Art is Not mine, If you own it then claim it, and I will take it down. Past achievements: #1 harrypottertwin #2 darklordharrypotter, #3 hogwartsau #3 overpoweredharry #6 darklord

What if Harry hated the fame that his name came with? What if he wanted to be anything but Harry Potter, the boy who lived? What if one day, he made a joke, and it stuck, like, really well? This is not my story, but the author has allowed me to post this here Author: Echa (honestlyidkwhatusernametouse on AO3)

Harry Potter was ignored. His parents had focused so much on his twin sister that he was left behind, alone in that faithful house, only for Voldemort to come and tried to kill him, then got himself blasted. Then, his right hand mad woman, Bellatrix, took him in as she noticed the fact that this could earn her more trust with the other Death Eaters. And on that night, Hadrian Calius Lestrange was born. Slow updates but enjoy ♡ Highest-ranking: Drarry>11 out of 7.11k

A/N~First book of the Ophidian Riddle series. Harry or Ophidian as he likes to be called, was stolen from his father, Voldemort, by Albus Dumbledore. Ophidian was dropped on the doorstep of Wool's Orphanage. The name Riddle is respected with fear. His only friends are snakes. Everyone runs at the sight of him. Dumbledore thought taking Harry away from his family would be best. But he was wrong. P.S~there is no boy who lives

"I'm so so sorry my little baby boy... I love you so much Izuku, please forgive me." The tall women whispered as her 4 months old son lifted his arms up to her as she set him down in the box putting the blanket around him and putting the small green and white bunny toy next to him, slipping the note in the box. "Ah! Wah!" He yelled at her, trying to get her to pick him up. She smiled loading the gun. 'Just count to 10' She thought with each number she took a breathe, the last breathe she pulled the gun to her head with tears running down her face and she smiled. 'POW' the gunshot rang in the baby's ears making him cry, blood spattering hitting him a little bit. He flipped and turned holding on to the small plushie his mother had given him, and he felt the box being picked up...