Set after season 4, a new character enters 221B Baker Street. You are cunning and clever- and trying your hardest to remain out of trouble. Problem is, with a photographic memory and addiction to adrenaline, you can't help but get caught up with the crimes upstairs. These are your content warnings for the novella, please proceed with caution! TW// violence, assault, adult and distressing themes, abuse, panic attacks, addiction, self harm I hope you enjoy- please leave comments and criticisms as everything helps! Of course all rights reserved to the BBC, all characters belong to the BBC, I choose to use them for creative and entertainment purposes only. MissWho77 x

DC--- This is the sequel to Heatwaves tbhyourelame summary: After years of online calls, late night texting, and out of sync sleep schedules, Sapnap and George finally visit Florida. Dream's aspiration to truly know himself is met with the return of missed chances, and uncertainty. Placed in the dead center of his humid, overwhelming life, he and George are bound to confront the inevitable. "Has it rained?" George asks suddenly. Dream's thoughts snap away from the drifting green and cloudless sky, returning to earth once more. His lips part in silence. George's voice was soft when he'd uttered the words, and for a reason he cannot place, Dream finds himself glancing to the back of Sapnap's head before responding, "Since...summer?"

Wilbur was tired of being a hero. He liked to believe that he was a good hero, but being a good hero wasn't enough. It was never enough. Always compared to his twin brother, the golden child of the Minecraft Hero Family. Wilbur lived in Techno's shadow. He hated it so much and he wasn't sure how much more he could take. He wanted to be seen for who he was. He was Wilbur goddamn Minecraft, and he refused to let himself be a side note in someone else's story. Villains had one right; the right to choose a nemesis. A thesis to their anti-thesis. A rival. His subordinates always questioned why he chose Magpie. He never bothered to explain. He had met the hero once, and that was all it took. The eldest of the Minecraft children was so much more than anyone realized. There was a deep running fury hidden under his mask. The hero was fast approaching his breaking point. That, is why Quackity chose him. Wilbur Minecraft was going to fall soon, and he was going to fall hard. And Quackity would be right there waiting, ready to catch his songbird when he did. (Art belongs to @smimsalted who is a part of my Discord server and deserves all the love for this amazing piece!)

Izuku: He understands me without asking, and I can read him without trying. We talk, we tease, we argue over dumb things like whether all soda tastes the same. (It doesn't.) But mostly, we're just us. He doesn't push me to be something I'm not. He doesn't look at me and see the quirkless kid, the underdog, the problem child. He just sees me. And that's more than enough. Hitoshi's POV: Izuku is a force of nature. He doesn't realize it, but he changes everything just by existing. Including me. I never thought I'd love someone this much. Never thought I'd meet someone who makes my world feel less heavy. But he does. It's not perfect-he overthinks, I bottle things up-but somehow, we make it work. And at the end of the day, I don't care where we are, what we're doing, or what the world thinks. As long as it's him and me. Because I love him. And he loves me. And that's all that really matters. A story how we got together! 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.

Well what would you do if you were stuck in the hero commission evaluating heroes for their mental health? Be one of these upright people getting bribed and live off heroes pains? No, not Midoriya, not Izuku. He was the one who was working the most for every hero... for their wellbeing getting where he got and earned himself quite some power on the way as well. Now task with only one job, he has to remain vigilant and try not to lose his cool on the way.... Babysit Dabi... and see if he can still be a hero.... Oh boy... what did he got himself into?!!! 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.

This story belongs to spookyserpent in ao3 Spiders are both overlooked and feared. They spin their webs, catch their kills and move on. Some hunt, finding their prey and stalking until the kill. Tommy's not a Huntsman Spider anymore, though. He made sure of that when the skies bled black with smoke and the horizon was stained with orange and red. From a class of twenty-eight to a class of one. Or, Tommy has escaped the Red Room, only to stumble into the lives of a family of Villains, who want him to join their ranks, a corrupt businessman and his makeshift family and a bunch of Heroes, who swear they want to help him.

Technically he should be screaming- any other mortal would when met with a huge being with boar features, royally dressed and adorned with enough weapons to dice a human into a grain of rice. But Tommy wasn't scared, heck he was fighting the urge to throw himself at the Blood God and cling- but he was a big man, and big men didn't hug- "I told you he would be waiting" That's another voice that Tommy recognises, glancing away from the terrifying creature to land his gaze on a man sat lazily on one of the pews. His hair was curlier than Tommy's, darker too contrasting his fluffy yellow jumper and brown trenchcoat. He grins and Tommy can't help but smile back at the God of Music "He couldn't wait to see us, obviously" teases the Blood God and Tommy scoffs "As if- I actually live here nimrods, technically you're visiting me" he retorts and they chuckle "Then maybe we should have knocked?" That's a third voice and Tommy shivers in delight, watching a third man descend from seemingly nowhere, ebony wings gracing his fall as he lands lightly, emerald robes swilling around his feet as he smiles warmly. A warble rises to his lips in greeting "Good evening, Tommy" Or: Mortal Tommy and three powerful Gods- what could possibly go wrong? TW for whole work: Blood, violence, physical assault, self injury, angst etc- please look after yourselves Title from Fall Out Boy "Immortals" -As always, if any creators express discomfort with depictions then this work will be taken down -All relationships are platonic. MissWho77 x

What if Izuku never grew up with a loving family? What if he was raised by a former hitman and mercenary? Follow how this young (yet deadly) mercenary returns to Japan after many years as he tries to live a normal life that he was once denied... No pairing decided (yet) Author Note: College + Job = Less time I will try to update and publish new chapters as much as possible, but no promises.... Even then I am back (sort of) If you wish to contact me come join my discord! https://discord.gg/VdkVWet2qp

Tommy's made it to the Olympics for figure skating- he's the youngest contestant on the ice and he's the favor for the gold. He's supposed to be living the dream. So why is he still so unhappy? And why do all these hockey players and snowboarders care so much about him? - NOT MY STORY. OG IS BY @Drhair76 ON AO3

~Short Story~ When Sam and Dean pick up a case in California, the last thing they expect is to meet two demigods who go against everything they've learned about gods and monsters. As for Percy and Annabeth, they never thought people would willingly hunt monsters without being hunted themselves. Will they be able to work together to solve the case before it's too late? A/N: Details about timelines are in the author's note.