"Icarus flew too close to the sun, but at least he flew." -Jeremy Robert Johnson He was your Icarus, and you were his sun. That's how you saw it, anyway. Together, you formed the wings that would carry you to the top of the world...and then you'd both come crashing down... (descriptions are the death of me RIP) ⚠WARNINGS⚠ •Sexual Content •Coarse Language •Drug References •Adult themes •ANGST My Hero Academia/Hawks © Kohei Horikoshi Fan Fiction written by WombatSquid Cover created by the amazing Condensed_milku

[Y/n] has lived her life wandering on her own for over a decade, ever since that incident at Hyrule Castle, when she was still a child. However, when an ancient evil threatens to destroy the kingdom, and the entire world with it, [Y/n]'s darkest and deepest secrets will be at risk of coming to the light. That strange young man seemed to be nothing more than an outsider, and yet... why is his magic stronger than even hers? Why is her past suddenly haunting her again after all these years? With the Hyrulean Royal Family taking even more drastic measures to counter the approaching Calamity, [Y/n]'s past, present, and future will be completely transformed-or destroyed entirely. At the same time, the newly awakened Wind Mage hides the knowledge that will prove crucial to saving-or dooming-everything you hold dear. Only you can unlock your lost memories, the ones which you buried deep within your heart... Before you set everything in motion for the world's imminent destruction.

Ari had a love for fixing up old cars, restoring them and selling them. It was one of the few ways to keep her home. When passing by a carlot, two 1984 Lamborghinis catch her eyes and for some reason she feels obligated not to buy one, but both......... To her surprise, she got more than she barganed for...... A/N Caution: very slow updates I know I'm crazy! Another fanfic!! I don't own TF, Sunstreaker,or.Sideswipe! Only my OC Ari

Vaughan Witwickey is a music lover. Listens to any kind of music she can get her hands on. When she creates a brand new genre, Dubstep, her name spreads throughout the world as a music revolutionary. Although she feels her favourite hobby won't do her any good. So she decides to work along side her cousin and uncle as Oil Rig Workers in Mission City, U.S.A. But what happens when transforming alien robots invade? How can she fight back with music? Only one way to find out! Special thanks to @MoxieAfterMath for making this cover! Start reading for a better description! DESCLAIMER: Clarifying that this fic is set during the present day, not the 80's like the cartoon.

A reconstruction of BlackwingRose's fanfic. Built from fragments of the story on my computer and also my memory. Please for the love of god, READ THE DISCLAIMER before moving on to the story!

In a person, light brings hope, and hope brings light. One rarely stands without the other, and it is impossible to fully separate the two. Unfortunately, it is all too easy to lose hope; to lose the light. Pain, lies, rage, and powerful crushing emotions tear apart any good found in the universe. Not even beings who think themselves superior can escape the destruction of all the negative energies there ever were, and ever will be. Anything, and anyone in this universe is helpless when the seeds of darkness are subtly planted within them. Negativity will reign supreme if they cannot fight the fruit of despair, and it is a losing battle. They can't hold onto something who wants nothing to do with you. If anything, all they can do is cry out, and beg for them to even consider anything to do with those desperate souls. But that does not always work. No matter how desperate they are, how much they need to cling onto hope, they will lose everything if their faith wavers. These beings... these people... they are losing hope with every passing day. They are losing the light. (Cover by @MoxieAftermath) UPDATES EVERY FRIDAY AT 5:00 EST