Peter Parker did not sign up for this. Between college lectures, overdue rent, and the occasional city-saving patrol, Peter barely has time to sleep-let alone babysit a bloodthirsty mercenary on "trial membership" with the Avengers. But when the team dumps Wade Wilson in his lap with orders to keep him out of trouble (ha), Peter suddenly finds himself sharing his shoebox apartment with a loud, inappropriate, katana-loving wildcard who eats all his cereal and showers with the door open. Wade is infuriating, unfiltered, and hiding more scars-literal and otherwise-than Peter can count. And Peter? He's supposed to keep this professional. He's supposed to report Wade's progress. He's definitely not supposed to start caring. Or watching. Or wanting. But the line between enemies and something else blurs fast when secrets are revealed, loyalties are tested, and someone puts Peter in the crosshairs for good. Wade can't afford to fall for someone like Peter. Peter never meant to fall for someone like Wade. But sometimes? Falling is the only way forward.

His vigilante name is Glitch, he fights villains and hacks into villains electronics to get information at night. During the day he's a civilian named izuku midoriya a friendless, parentless, and Depressed kid. His life is always hectic, if he gets even the least bit comfortable life just through him into a new hard ship. What if one day life gets him to fuck with time? (Plankton if your trying to read this fuck off)

✨ Summary Nico di Angelo is Camp Half-Blood's resident enigma - cold, powerful, terrifyingly strategic. Everyone wants to be on his Capture the Flag team; no one expects him to laugh at board games, hum while baking, or braid his hair with his siblings. When he disappears to the Underworld with Hazel for a month, the camps prepare for radio silence. Instead, Hazel starts sending pictures. Of Nico. Smiling. Braiding hair. Cuddling Cerberus. Singing in the kitchen. As both camps spiral into groupchat chaos, one question spreads like wildfire: Who is this soft, affectionate cryptid, and what has he done with Nico di Angelo? A fluffy love letter to found family, quiet joy, and letting yourself be loved - shadows and all. #1 in nicodiangelo #1 in Solangelo