This is a Chat Fic, if you do not like boyxboy fandoms or Yaoi in general, I suggest you find a different story. (M/n) (L/n), a foreign exchange student from Japan comes to Paris, France in hopes to find something more exciting--more accepting.

In the heart of the Fire Nation, Sen, a waterbender from the Southern Tribe, older brother of katara and Sokka, finds himself imprisoned, forced to heal the very soldiers who have bound him in chains. With every passing day, the weight of captivity grows heavier, and his spirit begins to crack under the cruelty of his captors-Fire Lord Ozai and his merciless daughter, Azula. Yet, amidst the darkness, one unexpected source of light emerges: Zuko, the exiled prince of the Fire Nation. Initially a prisoner himself, Zuko's wounds from brutal training bring him to Sen's cell, where their bond begins to grow. Over time, their connection deepens, evolving into a secret, forbidden love. But when Zuko is cast out by his father, he is forced to leave Sen behind, promising to return one day. As Zuko embarks on his journey to capture the Avatar, Sen is left alone in the prison, clinging to the hope that one day, the prince will return for him. But the years of abuse take their toll, and Sen finds himself broken, both physically and emotionally. Yet, even in the face of his darkest moments, the memory of Zuko and the love they shared keep the ember of defiance burning within him. With the Avatar's return on the horizon, Sen's hope is reignited. Determined to survive, he holds on to the belief that one day, Zuko will come back for him. For love, for freedom, for redemption-Sen will endure.

Bronx couldn't say he enjoyed Alto, Georgia. Sure, The Bronx was a shithole (yes, he's named after a county, shut the fuck up), but it was a shithole he was familiar with. And it actually had stuff to do, like the old arcade five minutes away from their old house. Or, you know, the entirety of New York Damn City. Sure, his family was broke as fuck, but it was cool to walk around. The only reason they had moved was for his kid sister, Brooklyn. His Aunt Queenie (named after Queens) had hunted down a renowned developmental pediatrician in Middle of Nowhere, Georgia. Most of his arguments had vanished at that; while he was happy (as happy as he was capable of being, at least), they had been looking for someone to help Brooklyn (in his family, it was just a recurring theme to hate your children enough to name them after landmarks). If you hadn't guessed already, he's not an honest guy. "Down on their luck" didn't fit, since they'd never had any luck to begin with. Aunt Queenie worked her ass off as a secretary at an entertainment agency in NYC, and while it paid well, this country was in shambles, and so was the pricing system. Had to tap your 401(k) to keep a roof over your head. His aunt knew what he did at night; she didn't like it, but she turned the other way when she saw the first stack of cash he dropped onto their old, rickety dining table. Though his dubious income helped them breathe a little, it didn't stop her worry from shifting from finances to her wayward nephew. His trashy (affectionate) aunt loved him, and he loved her, but Brooklyn was the light of his life; he would have ended up in a ditch long ago if they hadn't been waiting for him at home. The first week was fine; whatever, really. He got his info packet from Alto High School. His busmate was some girl named Ashlyn; there were two other new kids besides him, and he would start in three days. Mundane shit. He never could have guessed what would happen on that trip to Savannah.

"He wanted me! He tried over and over and over. Like the fool I am, I fell for it. I fell for the dream and played the innocent husband in his game!" Fame and beauty were all [M/N] had, a kid that grew up with a gold and jade incrusted spoon in his mouth. His family was known for their old money like the Waynes and Kanes but their ability to perform in the spotlit, like [M/N]. He became the new generation of his family like his siblings and parents, his bloodline. He was the youngest and the most talented in his opinion at least. He wanted it all, the fame, the money, the recognition, the life. Then Bruce Wayne, obscure at the time of his return to Gotham City began to seek him out in every turn. [M/N] knew what the playboy wanted and had played the long game back, he sometimes returns his affections or played with his heart at first. Bruce had to earn him and he did. Now he was a trophy sitting on a dusty shelf as the world continues on and [M/N] could only yearn for the man that wanted him and the family that loved him. He did for years until he was stuck and entered a shop selling, a gag gift made for him. A little thing that would turn everything around.

(Gojo x MaleOC) time /tʌɪm/ noun 1. the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole. "travel through space and time" ''I will hunt you through space and time'' 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 be 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗐 (the art used as cover is not mine, its on pinterest <3)

Y/n is an ordinary college student... well, he used to be until he got reincarnated into JJK as a member of the Gojo clan. Having not read the manga or watched the anime due to being a lazy ahh mf, just how much would he change in the story? Note: Vro will NOT be op at the start. Well, kind of.

"Total victory is scoring an easy win by doing what you always do." ‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮ After the events of the Assassination Classroom, Devil twins Y/N and Karma Akabane decide to continue to pursue assassination alongside Nagisa Shiota, however, what if Y/N also liked to play football? What if he were to join a special training program for football, would it affect his life as a professional assassin? ‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮ Features: Y/N Akabane Karma Akabane ‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮ Started: 12/25/25 Ends: --/--/--

[UNDER EDITING] When Jouno Todoroki was born both quirkless and blind, his father immediately dismissed him as a failure. But over the years of being ignored by everyone but his mother, he learned how to heal. Experimenting on himself to create the ultimate medical serum for his future brothers and sisters that he knows will get hurt.

⬩➤ ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐀 𝐈𝐒. 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘. - ❞ you don't get paid enough to care who answers the door, all you want is enough cash to make rent and maybe sleep before your next shift. fate, however, seems determined to ignore that you have absolutely no interest in getting involved with yokohama's most dangerous people. . ⌞ Unfortunately, you keep delivering to them anyway. ⌝ 𝐇𝐎𝐓 & 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 || © 𝐜𝐡𝐱𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐭 BUNGO STRAY DOGS ; ©2012 , Asagiri Kafka

"Of course I eat people, I mean...It's not something I would broadcast since it's...well Gotham and they began to make a phad about it because the citizens are brilliantly...stupid." Bodies are piling up, whatever is left. Families; different backgrounds, different ethnics, religions, looks are being eaten and whatever is left into a master piece. Some sort of art with the remains and everyone was losing time and leads to find out who has been feasting upon Gotham citizens. Jason however, knew of a Cannibal that he totally never mentioned to Bruce. It's not Jason's fault he died before revealing his darkest discovery and that discovery is in the form of a boy he had left behind. [M/N] [L/N]; Mortitan, brilliant, a chef of his own making and conisear of flesh. All Jason needed to do is sweeten the deal in a way that drives all people, after all at the end of the day {M/N] is human after all. "Besides..it's people...they are literally born every day..so who cares if a few of them...just disapear once in a while?"