"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver...
The name's Alexis Niko. And I'm, by definition, a perfectionist. 'Do it, and do it perfectly.' That's the motto I live by. But in a world where nearly everything has been done, it's really quite difficult to do something world-shatteringly amazing and earn the recognition of the masses. So, you can imagine my surpr...
❝ rowan is a king ❞ in which rory gold's crush gets exposed by his brother, but it ends up going pretty well since his long-time celebrity crush, technoblade. doesn't seem to mind that rory likes him. ❝ and techno is just a line without a hook ❞ ( male!oc x technoblade ) ...
I go by Artemis Blythe. I'm an ex-soldier turned murderer. I was charged with thirty murders and was subsequently sentenced to death. Preceding my execution, in a twist of fate, I was reborn in a child's body in a dog eat dog world ruled by two factions: Righteous and Demonic. I had two abilities in my arsenal: One l...
Being the Master of Death made life difficult, especially when you need to save all of magical Europe from inbreeding its way to extinction. At least Death was enjoying watching his Master attempt this over and over again. Harry didn't find it nearly as entertaining. Well, tenth times the charm right? (FemHarry) Origi...
When the world ends, their only hope is to send one Quirkless man back in time. Back in his 14-year-old body, will Midoriya Izuku be able to save the world that shunned him all his life? And will he finally be able to become a hero this go around? Good thing he had time as a vigilante to practice.
Harry Potter was not normal. Pretty, sweet, polite, and kind maybe... but never normal. Oh, she knew this all too well- had ever since she was set down carefully in the wooden cradle as the elder Potters were distracted, the other small crying baby she was meant to look like being carried off by a man with pointed ear...
Lord Voldemort stared at the cradle where there was not one, but two children where he had only been expecting one. He leaned forward, eyes narrowed. "Which one of you... is my supposed death?" Or Albus Dumbledore's warnings came to fruition. (Originally posted on AO3, but I thought I'd start posting it here too!)