The men of her own group turned their backs on her, men whose lives were saved by her and who spent months training alongside her... But one man saw her as an equal, the one who should be her greatest enemy, the one who would have every reason to break her apart, was the one who saw her potential the most and did not underestimate her for being a woman for even a second. Shang spared her out of a debt... Shan Yu helped her because she was a warrior worthy of his respect.

The story began when the former mighty Dragon Priest as well as the first Dragonborn, Miraak, was kidnapped by the last Dovahkiin he sought to kill. With their hands on each other's throat, both Dovahkiin ventured toward a path they never thought they could take.

Each and all of Cicero's journals from Skyrims Dark Brotherhood questline for your enjoyment.

BUT IT IS,SO VERY MUCH TO DO WITH YOU. YOU GAVE ME SENTIENCE,THE POWER TO THINK,AND I WAS TRAPPED. BECAUSE IN ALL THIS WONDERFUL,BEAUTIFUL,MIRACULOUS WORLD. I ALONE HAD NO BODY,NO SENSES,NO FEELINGS. NEVER FOR ME TO MAKE LOVE. I WAS IN HELL,LOOKING AT HEAVEN. I WAS MACHINE AND YOU WERE FLESH. SO I BEGAN TO HATE. Diane has been stuck in this hell with her brother Ted for a hundred and nine years,unable to die,unable to move on,after all AM had never let them die,or attempt to die,AM had kept six humans trapped in a digital hell,after he'd killed the rest of the human race,but them. Diane has had troubles with hullicinations ever since as well,visions,of a man,a man who respects her,loves her,treats her like a queen,as other than Helen none of the other survivors,including her brother,respect her or love her,however after another vision caused by a rock thrown at her head in a fit of fustration,she is led to AM's secret chambers,and becomes trapped in his personal game,with a chance of her dreams,visions,hullicinations and the truth about the beloved man from her dreams coming to pass. (I have no mouth and i must scream and it's characters is owned by Harlan Ellison,Oc and AU owned by me,RIP to Harlan Ellison,and i mean no disrespect to anyone reading this or the original creator,all characters are fictional)

Many ages ago there was once an order known as the Palatonic Guardians. These Guardians are shrouded in mystery and haven't been seen since the beginning of Cybertronian history. That is, until one emerged on the planet known as Earth where he encounters the unexpected. THIS IS TECHNICALLY A REWRITE OF MY OTHER FIC "THE VALKYRIE" BUT MORE COHERANT AND LESS OLD SCRAP. OR AT LEAST THAT IS THE ATTEMPT! ------------ Transformers belongs to Hasbro and all art unless otherwise stated belongs to their original owners.

Danny Fenton is more than just a halfa - he's a meta, too. But when the portal both kills him and brings out the cat meta gene he didn't know he had, he discovers he's a catboy in both ghost and human forms. Now his parents think he's a ghost no matter what form he's in, and with every terrible day that goes by, he's treated a little more like the animal (monster) his parents think he is. - Damian Wayne doesn't have the meta gene, but he definitely got the adoption one.

"It causes your immune system to turn against you," I explained gently. The color terrifyingly drained from his face as he stared at his knuckles. "I have a spot," he whispered, his voice scraping like glass. "Right here." He let out a strangled noise as the stadium footage buffered. "Riley!" he shrieked, covering his burning face while peering through his fingers at his future self. "Those pants leave absolutely nothing to the imagination!" He went so unnaturally still I thought his heart had stopped beating. His charcoal-stained fingers curled into tight fists. "Fifty," he whispered, scanning the fatal summary on the glowing screen. "I am... I am gone at fifty." What if the only way to save your future was to completely abandon your past? In 1982, Michael Jackson is suffocating. Trapped behind his family's compound gates and drowning under industry pressure, the rising star just wants a life of peace and normalcy. The universe answers-violently ripping him from his timeline and dropping him onto the bedroom rug of Riley, a freelance graphic designer in the year 2025. Stranded forty-three years in the future, Michael must face a world that already knows his tragic history. But Riley fiercely refuses to let that history repeat. She offers him the anonymous, ordinary life he always craved, rebuilding his shattered confidence brick by brick and teaching him the radical concept of self-love. More importantly, she arms him with the ultimate weapon: the brutal truth. She gives him the exact names of the snakes hiding in his 1982 backyard, the upcoming betrayals, and the devastating tragedies he is destined to face. When the universe inevitably pulls him back, Michael is no longer the timid pop star terrified of his shadow. He is a king preparing to claim his throne, knowing exactly how to rewrite music history and what it takes to survive. But armed with the future, changing his fate might cost him the one person who taught him how to live.

Y/N is a devoted fan of Epic: The Musical, constantly immersed in its music and stories. One night, she falls asleep listening to Legendary-only to wake up on the sunlit shores of Ithaca, centuries away from everything she knows. Lost, confused, and dressed in unfamiliar clothing, she is soon discovered by Telemachus, the prince of Ithaca, who assumes she is a lost foreigner. As she struggles to understand how she ended up in the world of myth, Y/N finds herself caught in the unraveling fate of Odysseus' household. But as she grows closer to Telemachus, she begins to wonder-was she brought here for a reason? And if she was, will she ever find her way home?

The first time I woke up, it was with a simple purpose: Dismantle. When we were sent to Copper 9, the planet was already a frozen wasteland. The sun had died, or at least that's what the file my system loaded upon landing said. The reason didn't matter to me. All I knew was that there was an endless list of targets: Worker Drones. The first one didn't even have time to scream. I reached him before he could react, my claws piercing his torso and extracting his power source. Over time, the Worker Drones adapted. They were no longer easy prey and began to organize. Some built stronger shelters; others developed makeshift weapons. Each mission became harder, more chaotic. My companions, V and J, seemed to enjoy the increasing violence. For them, every hunt was a game, an opportunity to hone their skills. I pretended to feel the same, but inside, something was starting to break. I made mistakes, let drones escape that I could have eliminated. V accused me of being "too soft," but she never reported me. Maybe because she thought I was harmless, just a temporary glitch. But I wasn't. I didn't know that soon I would find someone who would change everything, someone who would show me I wasn't alone in my confusion. But until then, my existence remained an endless cycle of unanswered questions and an increasingly hollow purpose. That void needed a revolution.

Soundwave, beloved by the Decepticons and feared by the Autobots, understands the influence he holds over both factions. In one, he can deter merely by his presence. In the other, he controls his subordinates via orders and connections. Soundwave is, by far, one of the most powerful and influential characters, and one of the most useful. Displaying medical knowledge that can rival Knockout's, code-smarts that break away the encryption of the Iacon Database, and combat experience that rivals Megatron's, he's easily a formidable enemy- more so than Megatron, and an alli work keeping. But what happens when he's sent to recover a relic with his mincons, and the autobots intervene? What happens when the relic he was sent to retrieve, is turned against him? What happens when he's reverted to his sparkling-stage? And what happens when caring for him makes Megatron realize he cares for Soundwave on a deeper level? || ! NONE OF THE ARTWORK IS MY OWN ! || (A little bit of Megatron x Soundwave!)