Gotham, a city known throughout the world for its villains, corruption, and less heroes everyday, a child is born and abandoned by his heroine mother, forced to become what he needs to become to not end up another Gotham Statistic

✰ ˚₊‧꒰ა Once a shadow, broken, frail, A whisper lost in winds of wail. But through the pain, the fear, the night, A spark ignited-burning bright. From shattered hopes, a will was born, To face the storm, to brave the thorn. A weakling rose, a hero's soul, Now forging fate, whole and bold. ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ [Bnha x tcf crossover, Cale in bnha]

𝗛𝗮𝗻𝘂 𝗔𝗸𝗶 was always destined to be alone. The lone guardian of the Quileute Tribe. The silent protector of La Push. The guide of countless warriors. A teacher to generations. A witness to centuries. He shouldered his brother's heavy responsibility. Bore the wishes and dreams of his people from centuries past. Endured the unstoppable march of time that eroded his soul. He was never in this life for peace. Until the day he saw golden eyes and a gentle smile-and everything changed. 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗲 𝗖𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻 was impervious to human blood, an anomaly among his kind-a vampire who chose to heal rather than harm. For centuries, he embraced his solitude, content with the family he built, the friendship he shared with Esme, and the quiet purpose his work brought him. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough. It was peaceful. He never expected his stagnant eternity to stir again. Not until glacier eyes and a charming grin sauntered in and shattered everything he thought he knew.

"That is not quite safe, young lady." "Nobody asked for your opinion." She survived but at what cost? She lost a family but eventually gained a new one with a little sister. But then a man with striking white hair and vibrant blue eyes stepped into her life and took that away from her too. But he didn't see Coco lurking in the shadows when he mended the carriage. He also didn't know that the woman who hated witches was one herself.

He sleeps through briefings. He drifts during conversations. He looks like someone who shouldn't have survived this long. And yet, every curse he faces meets its end in a nightmare. Born into the declining Yumezawa clan obsessed with survival at any cost, Yumezawa (Y/N) was raised as a solution rather than a person. His cursed technique, dreams given form, made him invaluable, even as it erased his right to choose his own future. __________________________________________________________________________________ Credit to the original artist of the cover art. I found this beautiful art under "Arturo Simøn Moreno Gaspar" on Pinterest. If the original artistwould like me to change it or something else, please ask me. I don't own the characters or the story of Jujutsu Kaisen. All rights belong to the owners.

Destruction. Few villains in this world brought as much as the famous Rikko Kurayami. The earth shaking villain caused the collapse of hundreds of buildings in a string of attacks that shook Japan to its core. Most see the man as an example of pure evil fed by the power of quirks. But Rikko Kurayami is dead. Leaving the pain of his hundreds of crimes in his wake. But that wasn't his only legacy. His daughter Nova Kurayami was left behind in the destruction he caused. All eyes were on her, she struggles to fight against what they say is her fate. Hoping for an escape from the pressures on her shoulders. Is a child really bound by a legacy?

His job was the most important: keep the circus running. Distractions couldn't be tolerated. Even when this interesting specimen kept distracting him... Mind you, this is for my own enjoyment. He will not be Pierrot 2.0 or CEO man. Enjoy!

What happens when Meguna, a child haunted by a deep connection to the Demon-King, becomes a Hero? Will he live out his goal of finally understanding what it means to be strong, or will he fail and die? [For those who don't know: Meguna is when Sukuna was in Megumi's body] ---- This is an MHA fanfic, and I own nothing from MHA except the Oc. ---- AV version of MHA, although not much has changed. ---- Please note, I don't use any type of AI or assistance when writing this fic, so I'm mainly writing it to improve my grammar and writing style. I hope you enjoy. ---- [I will also publish it on RoyalRoad.]

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.

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.