Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.

[ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM + BNHA] Kaminari Denki is a killer. Not many know that. Assassins are rare in the Hero Era. But Kaminari was born into it. How will things unfold? Or Kaminari Denki was raised as an assassin and his skills were useful in Class 3-E. However, in 1-A, are they as useful? [A Series of Interconnected Oneshots] •Art on the book cover is not mine •Thank you @Tsuyaki for the cover •My Hero Academia and Assassination Classroom belong to Horikoshi Kohei and Yusei Matsui respectively. •Posted on Archive of Our Own as "Kaminari Denki's Kaliedoscope of Colors"

私が勝ちます。 Class 3-E, the "END CLASS", the class filled with students who were constantly mocked and degraded for what they thought they lack, was just given the chance to earn 10 billion yen from the government. But how can they earn this high amount of money, exactly? By assassinating their homeroom teacher. A yellow, octopus-like superbeing that moves at the sonic speed of Mach 20. Join Riku and the rest of Class 3-E as they journey closer and closer to being assassins and heroes while finding themselves with the guidance of their teachers. With their help, they learn to balance their personal and school lives. -♟- 2020 midnight productions 🌙. [assassination classroom. karma akabane fanfic] [karma akabane x oc] [assassination classroom: yusei matsui]

I push up slowly, still dizzy. A hand pulls me up. I sluggishly swing at it in an attempt to escape. They catch my hand and squeeze my wrist forcing me to drop my knife. They swing me into a cradle position. My stomach jumps to my mouth and I press my face against the person holding me. Pine forest fills my nose. A gentle whinny comes from beside me and a gentle breath ruffles my hair. A sudden movement has me holding onto my captor's shirt for dear life. Then we're flying. Or at least it feels like it. I open my eyes and pull away from the person holding me just enough, so I can see us moving away from a black cloud at a fast rate. I look up to see Obi. I sigh and wince at my pounding headache. I lean back into Obi. "Thank you," I whisper. "I don't need your thanks," is his rough answer. I try to ask what I did to deserve such a response but I don't. My eyes droop closed and I drift. ⚪⚫⚪ Vela never realized what she had set in motion when she ran. Now that she knows she needs help. Help that won't come so easily from a person who hates her kind. ⚪⚫⚪ I DO NOT OWN AKAGAMI NO SHIRAYUKIHIME NOR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS

"I'm different from any other princesses. I'm different from any other people. Am I even a human?" People have their own reason to live. What if a person only remember her name and doesn't remember anything about her? You are the only princess from (your kingdom's name). You aren't just an ordinary princess. You aren't a princessy girl. You have a very good reflexes and very good on combat. To be exact, abnormal physical power. (y/k/n) has a close relationship with Clarines. One day, Zen asked you to come to Clarines to help him on things. You met many people, including Obi. That's when it all started. Will you found your purpose to live? And will you remember the memories of the past? And will you affect Obi's feelings to Shirayuki? And it seems that you have a secret that you don't even know yourself. Plus, your past with Obi and your real identity?! (This fanfic consists of short chapters, maximum words: 1464) WARNING! This is my first fanfic, so the quality may be horrible (｡ŏ﹏ŏ) {ＣＯＭＰＬＥＴＥＤ}

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰. Y/n was born into a broken home where each day of her childhood was hell. As a child, society protected her, made excuses for the power she was cursed with, not blessed. As she grew older, the shield they held up disappeared. She moved back to her hometown in hopes of a new start but is faced with more problems that spill the secrets not even she knew about. What happens when it's a person, not a thing that causes these downfalls to sprout? Mature content and other early access items on: Patreon.com/jkr0415 ━━━━━━━✞✞━━━━━━━ Storyline roughly follows MHA anime with a twist. #1 - Bakugou #1 - KatsukiBakugou #1 - MHA #1 - Katsuki #225 out of 1.2M - fanfic ━━━━━━━✞✞━━━━━━━

After a year of Marinette and Luka becoming official, Marinette begins to feel unclear about her feelings towards Adrien and Chat Noir. After someone revealing Ladybugs true identity, Adrien helps Marinette through these times. Because of this, Marinette begins to recover lost feelings for him and Adrien begins to see her differently. This story does contain mostly Adrienette but it also has a bit of Marichat. It might include some Lukanette or Ladynoir but you'll have to read to find out!! I'm mostly writing this story based off of all the spoilers released for season 4. I also wanted to write how I thought season 4 would go, along with a bunch of other theories I had previously seen regarding the up coming season.

A retelling of The Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir from tenth grade Marinette Dupain-Cheng's perspective.

Scott's pack has taken a hard fall. Isaac left with Mr. Argent after the death of Allison to go to France. No one has heard from Ethan after the death of his twin. Derek has been gone for two months and hasn't returned any of Arden's calls. Stiles has been helping his girlfriend, Malia Tate, work on controlling her wild were-coyote abilities. Arden Finstock is trying to remain strong. No one, aside from Derek knows she is breaking on the inside. She was hoping for a normal school year from now on, but when living in Beacon Hills, Arden knows that will never happen. With her name on a deadpool, Arden is fighting to stay alive along with her friends. Beacon Hills isn't the same unless the supernatural are running wild. cover by: @sighstiles

She's not broken, she's stronger than ever Daire Argent isn't like most teenage girls. As the daughter of Kate Argent, she has been raised to hunt werewolves and other supernatural creatures. But she isn't like most hunters either, after every kill Daire cuts into her flesh. One scar for every life she took. Because the werewolves aren't the monsters. She is. Abandoned by her mother who believes her daughter to be broken, Daire moves with her aunt and uncle to Beacon Hills. Where she makes some unlikely friendships and proves once and for all that she isn't broken. Just count her scars {Season 1} Finished and currently editing