[Male Reader x Marvel] Being a hero is a hard task, and not because of tough enemies, or the threat of death, but because it was about making a choice, a choice to take responsibility into one's own hands, and strike out for what they believed was right. In a world filled with far-out aliens and hellish demons, killer androids and super-powered maniacs, being a hero was even harder. From a young age, [Y/N] always had a keen understanding about what he believed was right and wrong, that people who hurt others for money and fame or out of sadistic enjoyment deserved punishment, that justice was necessary, and without it everything would fall apart. The death of his mother by the hands of some rogue gunman only solidified his resentment towards those he considered to be the scum of society. He had always wanted to be a hero, like Captain America or the Human Torch, from the comics he had always read, front to back. Men who held the power to change the world for the better, and weren't afraid to do what was right, despite what obstacles laid ahead of him. However, unlike his heroes, he held no superpower to help him on his path, no super-strength or speed, hardened skin or flaming skull, setting the rookie vigilante up for a bitter struggle. And yet, on a day that would have appeared just like any other, upon the seemingly unimportant bite from a strange, discoloured spider. On a less-than-interesting field trip, he would be granted the powers needed to fight for his convictions. the ability to now truly make those who hurt others pay for their actions. He made a promise as a child that he would make the world a better place, a world where people like his mother wouldn't have had to die, and he intended to follow through on that promise to the very end...

To kill or to be killed. To what extent is that statement true? It all depends on the situation, but most would do anything to keep Death's scythe away from their necks. By the time you realize Death's blade is swinging towards you, it's already too late. But what happens when your neck is made out of hundreds of inches of steel? Come along and watch a poor soul get yoinked from his world and into an alternate reality, an alternate body, and an alternate fate. Will he ride the waves of destiny by the whims of the gods? Or will he carve his own path, no matter how hard, weird, or awkward it may be? (It'll definitely be awkward) All images belong to their respective owners, as well as any other sources of media. I do not own or claim to own any references made to other franchises. Any characters from other franchises belong to their respective creators, owners, and partners.

Y/n L/n, a dedicated researcher with an unquenchable curiosity, is driven to explore the forgotten legends and fairy tales that whisper through ancient pages. Lately, he has gained great interest in a particular tale regarding a mysterious group and is determined to seek the truth. His extensive research has led him to a singular conclusion: all paths converge at one destination-Hogwarts. A/N: This is my first Fan-Fic, I am aware things might not turn out well which I hope some of you will point out. Criticism is appreciated, just don't make me cry. All I ask for is to give this story a chance. Other than that, any information used in this story is how it should be in this storyline but feel free to comment on what you think. Disclaimer: I do not own anything, and all rights go to their respective groups.

Before Frodo's journey began, the shadows had already returned... Sauron, the Dark Lord of Mordor, has risen once more-his power spreading far beyond the black land and into the wild North. There, the Witch-King of Angmar stirs old terrors, unleashing a forgotten enemy upon the remnants of Númenor's proudest line. The Dúnedain, last of the kings of men, stand on the brink of extinction. And only one stands in the way. Gerithor, a nineteen-year-old ranger burdened with a legacy he barely understands, must rise to meet a threat older and darker than he's ever known. As war looms and allies falter, his choices will echo across the age-and shape the world to come. Set two decades before The Fellowship of the Ring, this untold chapter of Middle-earth weaves into the vast tapestry of the War of the Ring. Come now, and hear the tale of Gerithor, Lastborn of the Dúnedain... **No copyright infringement intended** CURRENTLY EDITING (Highest rank: #11 in Ranger)

With the second failed attack on Earth, the Precursors set their sights upon another world. One that is weakened by its constant infighting. One that shows to be promising. This time, there will be no resistance. There shall be no failure. Nothing, but extermination.

It was the hand. Because there, on the index finger of my right hand, was a very, very familiar golden ring with markings on it. A ring that I knew didn't belong anywhere but in a fantasy book. Holy shit, I was Sauron!

Killian "Kill" Solomons is the blind younger brother of Alfie Solomons. Alfie decides to form a partnership with the Peaky Blinders. But what happens when Tommy shows an interest in the boy? Will Killian remain loyal to his brother or will Tommy's charm make him jump ship

+ C҉R҉O҉W҉ : 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕆𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕆𝕗 𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣 + 𝙰 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖... : "That feeling of loss... vulnerability... weakness... it sparks a rage and an anger that burns through us... sheds us. Molding even the brightest, purest, and sanest of men into cold, vile, and lifeless monsters." : +𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕔𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕓𝕪 𝕁𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕆'𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕣. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕒𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣. 𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕.