More than a decade of years of heroism ended in a quiet hospital bed, Izuku Midoriya's hand still warm in his grandchildren's grasp. Death should have been the epilogue. Instead, the retired Symbol of Peace and Hope awakens in a seventeen-year-old body, summoned to a cosmic void by Nikke, the Goddess of Victory. A war-torn Earth-stripped of sky, driven underground into the Ark-bleeds beneath the Raptures: relentless alien machines that hunt humanity to extinction. Nikke's previous champions-warlords, prodigies, demigods-fell to the swarm's cold evolution. She needs not raw power, but the boy who once turned despair into dawn with nothing but unbreakable hope. Granted Victory For All, a golden echo of One For All that grows not through stockpiled might but through the belief of those he inspires, Here, humanity's last daughters-Nikkes, weaponized girls with stolen memories-fight a war they were never meant to win. But the Symbol of Hope has returned, scars and all. To save this world, he must rekindle the fire of a species that forgot how to dream. To protect his own, he must stop the Raptures before they cross the void to his grandchildren's future. One retired hero. One dying planet. One final Plus Ultra.

In The World of Westeros, everyone is apart of the Game Of Thrones, and when it comes to Y/N, the Game seems more jarring than usual. Will he play his part, or will strive to be more? RATED M FOR MATURE. I DONT OWN THE RIGHTS TO GAME OF THRONES NOR A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE. All RIGHTS ARE RESERVED FOR GEORGE RR MARTIN AND DAVID AND DAN.

Waking up in a white room instead of your bedroom is not normal, hearing a voice in your head is not normal. But being chosen to be a Gamer is something that I'm all in for. Now all I have to do is not abuse this power- oh who am I kidding? I'm going to break the universe in two with this. I just have to not screw it up. Grey SI/OC. Eventual lemons.

Ulquiorra Cifer, the powerful and stoic fourth Espada from the Hueco Mundo, found himself transported to the world of Remnant following his intense battle with Ichigo. Confused and seeking purpose, he decided to enroll at Beacon Academy, a prestigious school for hunters and huntresses in training. Despite his initial reservations, Ulquiorra was determined to learn the true meaning of a heart and embrace the unfamiliar world around him , unsure of what lay ahead but ready to face any challenge that came his way. "Foolish Trash. Heart, you say? You, Humans, are always so quick to speak of such things. As though you carry your hearts in the very palms of your hands. But this eye of mine perceives all. There is nothing that it overlooks. If this eye cannot see a thing, then it does not exist. That is the assumption under which I have always fought. What is this "heart"? If I tear open that chest of yours, will I see it there? If I smash open that skull of yours, will I see it there?"

A modern man finds himself in Westeros after his untimely death. More specifically, in the body of no one other than King Viserys I Targaryen, the man who set the path to one of the bloodiest conflicts in the Seven Kingdoms' history. Armed with knowledge of what is to come and with a strong will to not let it happen, he is going to stop at nothing to change the destiny of his new family and save the House of the Dragon, and the whole of Westeros, from destruction. (This is my first time writing a story and I'm not fluent in english, so please be patient with me 🙇‍♀️) 🐲🐲🐲 Or canon!Viserys gets replaced by someone with an actual spine and that puts his family first. This is a feel good story for everyone that felt personally victimized by how fucking tragic canon is. A lot of fluff and wholesomeness and little to no drama/angst because George already gave us enough of it to last for a lifetime. If you want to see the Targs being happy and cute, this is for you. (I post it on AO3 with the same title, I am the real author, LazyProcrastinatorr)

Reborn into the world of Marvel, and now bound by a Devil Fruit system, the style of the world started to change. Deadpool: "It's amazing! The Smooth-Smooth Fruit has restored me to my peak appearance!" Iron Man: "I have my eyes on the Arms-Arms Fruit, and no one can snatch it from me!" Thor: "Impossible! The thunder and lightning this person summons are even stronger than mine!" Captain America: "Thanos, if you dare, eat another punch from my Quake-Quake Fruit!" ___________________________________________________________ I didn't create this; I'm just translating and editing it to make it more reader-friendly. Art used in cover: https://pinterest.com/pin/55732114132472236/

It was the 29th Millenium. The Empire was born from one of the bloodiest wars ever witnessed by the galaxy, raise from the crumbling body of the human federation. Exist in perpetual utopia as the result of technological marvel the human had. Yet, there was disturbance as a gate suddenly manifested on Terra.

After training with Pyrrha, Jaune went to bed and had a vivid dream. He found himself in an unfamiliar city that looked nothing like the four Kingdoms. Curious about the strange sounds he heard, he decided to explore the place. As a Huntsman-in-training and an aspiring hero, he couldn't ignore the possibility that someone might need his help. However, when he arrived at his destination, he was shocked to find that the city was overrun by zombies. Jaune remained in the Dreamscape until he woke up in reality. He realized that every time he grew stronger in his dream, he also became stronger in the real world.

Jaune liked to think he knew his friends well, and his teammates better than anyone, but when his newly unlocked Semblance keeps inserting him into the dreams of those sleeping around him he'll have a chance to see the people he thinks he knows in a new light - whether he wants to or not. Can he keep his accidental invasions of privacy secret or will the nightmares force his hand? This story does not belong to me. Credits to: Coeur Al'Aran, Fanfiction user. 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒌: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/14145272/1/ 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒓: https://m.fanfiction.net/u/6272865/

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