The sun is dying. The mission is a suicide run. There's an alien made of rock and jazz. And Dr. Ryland Grace has just realized the only other man on board is hot...and British. Ryland Grace x Male OC

Before Batman, there was Andrew Wayne. Bruce's first son. A child born unable to speak, who learned to communicate through signs, actions and the quiet bond he shared with his father. For years, Andrew was Bruce's whole world-the one person who knew him before the mask, before Gotham, before the mission. But as the Wayne family grows, Andrew slowly finds himself pushed into the background. Dick Grayson, Jason Todd and others each bring new needs that Bruce tries to answer, while Andrew remains the son who never asks for anything. Brilliant, disciplined and impossibly resilient, Andrew hides a lifetime of exhaustion behind a quiet smile. His chronic insomnia takes more and more from him, yet he continues to train, study and endure without complaint. Because Andrew has always understood everyone else. The problem is that no one realizes he needs to be understood too. A story about a son who never stopped loving his father, even when he started wondering if his father still saw him.

Santiago, son of Artemis, has known pain and struggle all his life. Will two people be able to crack through his armor and wiggle their way into his heart, or will their beef between each other push him away further, leaving everyone unhappy? A why-choose story All characters are 18 or older Smut Percy x Male OC x Clarisse

For 2 years you held the title of New York's friendly neighborhood Spider-Woman. You've fought many foes, made countless enemies, lost and gained friends, all before you even turned 18. One day, during a valient battle against one of your most dangerous enemies, Docter Octopus, a strange portal opens up and sucks you both in, spitting you out in a different dimension. One by one your archnemisis all join you in this new world, and its your job to get them all back home. But along the way you meet new people, new heros you've never seen before, and they're not quite happy to see you parading around their home bringing trouble. Man, now you really hate Mondays. DC + MARVEL CROSSOVER SPIDER!FEM!READER

Pinging pagers, beeping machinery, carts clattering down the halls, medicine bottles shaking, papers shuffling-he was one second away from killing everyone, the Hypocratic Oath be damned. Who was this to-be murderer? Dr. Fenrir Ragnulf. Head doctor and the youngest medical practitioner on the East Coast. At twenty-five, he feels eighty-seven and is highly dependent on the two big '-ines,' caffeine and nicotine. Despite his largely Scandinavian background, he's a Gothamite through and through. A few years in Norway couldn't compare to twenty in America's beloved cesspit. The doctor ran on coffee and pure, bitter spite as he bounced between his two places of work-Elliot Memorial Hospital, his primary position, and Arkham Asylum, where he was more of an outside consultant but apparently important enough to have his own office. As if dealing with sick people and psychos wasn't enough, he also had his fair share of interactions with the local cryptids. Especially one dumbass in particular.

MHA Fanfic: Male OC (top)x Bakugo Katsuki (bottom). Omegaverse. TW: there will be mentions of abuse somewhere in the story, but it'll be highlighted before the stuff's dropped and after it ends! There is also going to be mentions of death, please be advised. Bakugou Katsuki doesn't do concerts, crowds, or babysitting famous idiots-so being assigned to guard the biggest band on the planet is already a nightmare. ExplodingF!ends have fans everywhere, death threats to match, and a stage presence that makes the city shake. Bakugou expects noise, chaos, and a long assignment he can't wait to be over. What he doesn't expect is the voice waiting behind the curtain-and how quickly this "stupid assignment" starts to feel dangerously personal.

[Title | The Blue Sun: MHA] ..... Synopsis: A boy from our world opens his eyes inside the burned, dying body of Dabi, just as the villain awakens from his coma. With the past he never lived weighing on him and the future he already knows, survival becomes his first challenge. ...and he gets a [Genetic Milestone System] ======== [GENETIC MILESTONE SYSTEM] | LIFE SPAN LEFT: 69 DAYS | THREE EVOLUTION PATHS: - [BREATH OF THE SUN] - 0/100% - [SUPER SOLDIER] - LOCKED (Requires Breath of the Sun 100%) - [ARACHNID GENOME] - LOCKED (Requires Super Soldier 100%) ======= From there he begins to rebuild what was once a self-destructive Quirk, turning pain, training, and evolution into power. Each milestone pushes his blue flames closer to perfection - and his fate further away from the tragedy tied to Endeavor and the Todoroki name. No longer the Dabi the world remembers, he must choose: follow the path of vengeance, abandon it, or rise as something entirely new. A new sun is about to burn - and it burns blue ======== Note: Obviously, the manga or the anime series -MHA- doesn't belong to me. This is purely fan-fiction of those amazing works. ======== .... I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad, Wattpad, and ScribbleHub. ★─────⇌•★•⇋─────★

When he was 14, Touya Todoroki burned to death at Sekoto Peak. Three years later, he woke up in a strange facility with one goal in mind - to get home. But when he finally escapes and makes it back to the Todoroki Estate, he walks into a nightmare he's all too familiar with. One look at the terror written all over his baby brother's face and he knows - he has to save him. Even if it kills him. Or: what would happen if Dabi's reason to live wasn't to get revenge against his father, but to save his brother's future instead? **Crossposted on Ao3**

[Fem!Reader X Various] when things don't go the way you expect them to, you have no choice but to take it in your hands.

Dean blinked, not quite understanding. "Sick how?" Rosie pressed a hand to her chest. Pain flared beneath her palm. Sharp now. Wrong. "I'm sick," she repeated. Dean stepped forward immediately. "Okay. I'll take you home. You'll feel better tomorrow." The gentleness in his voice broke her. "No, Dean." Her knees weakened. Beau caught her elbow. "Rosie." She looked at them both through tears. For weeks, she had imagined telling them. Not like this. Never like this. Not in a bar with music pounding and her heart beating irregularly in her chest. UNDER EDITING! Dean Di Laurentis x Oc x Beau Maxwell (Poly) "Jesus, all three of you need a cold shower." -Dexter