Mark didn't expect to die and wake up in the world of My Hero Academia. He definitely didn't expect to wake up as Denki Kaminari, the class dunce known for frying his own brain. Mark refuses to be a comic relief character. He refuses to be a simple battery. Armed with a Harvard education from his past life and a dangerous understanding of physics, Mark sets out to rewrite Denki's destiny. By applying the laws of electromagnetism to his Quirk, he plans to turn a self-destructive power into a weapon of mass destruction. From working part-time for a terrifying mechanic to catching the eye of the Number 3 Hero, Mark is ready to show the world that the "dumbest" student in Class 1-A might just be the most dangerous one in the room. The goal is U.A. High. The method is science. And the result is electrifying.

The Batsiblings are captured by a cult that worships the Ghost King. One of them is to be a vessel for the king, and the rest, sacrifices. But how do you beat an unstoppable being? or: tim drake is overshadowed, and danny fenton finds himself right back where he started.

7th Year Gryffs learn why it is never a good idea to piss off their favorite victim, shy Ravenclaw Hadrian Morgan. The orphan's payback during Professor Slytherin's Class is BEAUTIFUL and piques the interest and libido of the Lord Marvolo Slytherin, who courts him with the aid of most of the school. But just how naive is Hadrian Morgan, really? TMR/HP Slash This story is not mine, it belongs to WyrdSmith on ffn.net.

In a kingdom built on fairy tales, the forgotten children of villains were never supposed to matter. Years after the barrier trapped them on the Isle of the Lost, hope finally appeared when Auradon promised freedom. But after only fifteen minutes, the barrier was sealed again, leaving an entire generation abandoned for a second time. Now Auradon wants peace talks. Representatives. Forgiveness. But the Isle did not stay broken while the kingdoms ignored it. It evolved. At the center of it all is Gordon, the son of Mother Gothel, who learned long ago that heroes only save the people who fit their stories. Alongside his closest friends, pirates, magic users, shapeshifters, warriors, and outcasts from every corner of the Isle, Gordon enters Auradon knowing they were never invited to belong. Only to behave. But the Isle remembers everything. The hunger. The abandonment. The years spent surviving while the kingdoms pretended they didn't exist. And if Auradon expects grateful villains willing to smile for forgiveness, they're about to be very disappointed. Because this time, the forgotten kids are finally ready to tell their own story.

(A girl from our world dies and gets reincarnated in the Harry Potter universe as Harry Potter.) ____________ She died. Alone, quiet, forgotten by the world she loved so much. And woke up in a cupboard under the stairs. Except the name they called her wasn't her own, it was Harry Potter. Y/N L/N, a girl from our world, has been reincarnated into the body of The Boy Who Lived. She remembers everything: the books, the battles, the endings. But fate never plays fair, and something has gone terribly wrong. Magic clings to her like a shadow. The timeline is breaking. And the moment she touches the Slytherin consort ring, Death himself begins to whisper. She calls him Morte. He calls her his. And then he gave her/him a new name, Hades Peverell. But Death isn't the only one watching. There's another soul, ancient, fractured, forgotten, haunting the shadows of Hogwarts. Tom Riddle. Still insatiable. Still hungry for power. And the moment he senses her... he knows. He has something special about his aura. He's something more than what he seems from the outside. And he's not letting him go. ___________ DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter belongs to J.K.Rowling!!

Kurozawa Rikudou was never supposed to exist in this world-but fate doesn't ask permission. Transmigrated into the universe of My Hero Academia, he arrives with memories of the future and a heart already broken by what he knows will befall one boy. Izuku Midoriya. Ridiculed. Beaten. Shattered. But not this time. He won't let it happen again. Not to him. Not ever. Let the world burn-if that's what it takes.

Sometimes, just one person can make a huge difference in your life. They can even make it worth living. "I don't know how I would have stayed sane in a world like this, without you here by my side." What if there was someone else in the Sweet home apartments. Someone that had more of the answers everyone was looking for. A new friend for many, maybe more for another. Who knows, when the world changes drastically as it does in this bittersweet home. Jun-seo is a man burned by the machine that tried to break him; he answers the world's cruelty by becoming its shield. Brutal where he must be, gentle where he can, and willing to lose himself to keep one small, fragile person from being alone.

Book 2, read Family first A perfect prey for a psychopathic predator. A quiet boy with a scarred face, broken bones and countless bruises, locked behind dormitory doors. A boy who still yearned for those who had abandoned him. A boy who whispered to someone who wasn't there. Lies can only run so deep. Every river will dry up in the end. But how much will Leo have to drown before the truth comes to light? And will he remain the same? *** Nikolai would protect him. Even if it meant breaking him in the process. Teo had been the beginning. Leo would be the end. NOT A BOYXBOY BOOK

READ BEFORE PROCEEDING ⚠️ This story contains dark themes, non-consensual elements, psychological trauma, and heavy emotional. Minors DNI. Please read responsibly and take care of yourself. If you're here for soft romance - this is not that place.🖤 Welcome to the dark He was running as fast as his legs would carry him, breath tearing out of his chest, silent tears blurring the corridor ahead. His feet slipped. His knees buckled. He hit the floor hard. Hands seized him from behind before he could crawl away. Another grip forced his face up, fingers tangled painfully in his hair, holding him still. A voice in front of him curved into a smile he couldn't see but could feel. "Oh, dear," the man said softly. "You know I don't like it when you try to run." Another presence loomed closer, close enough for him to feel breath against his skin, "So scared," the second voice murmured. "You always are." He leaned down towards his neck and sniffled him and murmured,"Mm... You smell so nice, just like... wet soil after rain." His body began to shake uncontrollably. Tears spilled freely now, unchecked, soaking into his collar. The struggle drained out of him-not because he wanted to stop, but because he no longer had the strength to keep fighting. His fingers loosened around the fabric of his own shirt. Not surrender. Just exhaustion.