[Male OC, BL, Androgynous] A young prince, sets out on a journey to discover the world beyond the palace. As he travels through unfamiliar lands and encounters powerful people, he comes to understand friendship, true love, and the pain of losing something precious. But his innocent wish is soon swept into the fate of royal blood, the malice that surrounds him, and a great current of destiny leading toward the Dark Continent. **The story will follow canon timeline, from the Hunter Exam to the Black Whale arc **Chapters 1-5 mainly focuses on the original characters. From Chapter 6 onward, the story will follow the canon storyline.

Having traveled to the perilous world of Jujutsu Kaisen, they immediately faced an attack from a large number of cursed spirits controlled by Geto Suguru. Just as he was preparing to die, Rin discovered that he actually possessed a pair of Sharingan, which allowed him to copy other people's techniques and also devour other cursed spirits to make himself stronger. [Jujutsu kaisen + Sharingan + Multi-Technique Combat + Combat-Oriented + Devouring Cursed Spirits + Manipulating Cursed Spirits + Growth-Oriented] ............. Read more at patreon.com/Zeaser

Lightning struck the trees, tearing them apart. "Listen close." His mother always said to him. "The storms speak in a language that is their own. Listen close, and you will understand." "How will I understand?" She smiled. "It's the language of your people." Mizu Hoshino is determined to never fade into the storm and become another thunderclap, determined to become more than that and more than just another ninja. He's going to be the storm, and the ninja world had better brace itself for when he is truly awake and in full gear.

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) {All characters are property of Gege except my OC and his family line.} (Originally a fic i uploaded on AO3 so go show some love there if you want)

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: --/--/--