Pansy pensait que son patron, Draco Malfoy, était arrogant. Certes, il était magnifique et riche, mais invivable. Blaise, Ron et tout le reste de l'équipe était bien évidement de son avis. Mais connaissent-ils aussi bien leurs patron qu'ils le pensaient ? (Juste un petit OS en attendant la prochaine grande fiction !)

"Well, Wild? This is your Hyrule. Have you figured out why we're here?" Time asked. "Yeah." Wild swallowed thickly, forcing bile down his throat. "Well?" Legend raised an impatient eyebrow, and Wild turned away. How was he going to explain this? He'd told them virtually nothing of his journey. How was he supposed to convey how terrible this situation was? That the Blights had been revived. "Come on. We're heading towards Zora's Domain." A gang-meets-Wild fic with an actual plot (I think). Featuring a Wild who's a tad more secretive about his journey. Linked Universe belongs to Jojo, and I'm just a fan. :3 Cover art by Quasar Crew

Calamity Ganon was stronger than anyone had anticipated. Link and Zelda gave their lives to seal him away in the ruins of Hyrule Castle. But an unexpected complication with Mipha's Grace has given Link a corporeal ghost form. Now stuck amongst the living, with one foot in the realm of the dead, he must struggle to figure out what Hylia needs him to do. Luckily, the Champions of Old are there to help him. Nobody could've possibly foreseen eight incarnations of the Hero's Spirit-very ALIVE incarnations-appearing from the mists of the Lost Woods asking for Link.

Owning a cafe that is frequented by many, heroes and civilians alike, isn't easy, but Midoriya didn't really mind. He had two kids to take care of, found many friends in the resident teachers and the resident explosive pomeranian. But the boy is tangled up in things that most heroes wouldn't even want to go near.

Three years he spent on that godforsaken island. Three years running for his life and fighting tooth and nail for survival against creatures that should be nothing more than fossils. Three years of sharpening his instincts and senses into a weapon all their own. And finally, after three years, he had the opportunity to chase his dream. And he'd be damned if he let the opportunity pass him by. UA would have to handle him, ready or not. Midoriya Izuku was going to take the world of heroics by storm.

The tides were approaching. The tides were approaching fast. ‑‑‑‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ↳ ɴᴏᴛᴇs ﹏﹏‍ ｡˚✩ ‑‑‑‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ✎ A sequel one-shot to Bound! ✎ I don't own anything except for the idea. - ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

Une capsule de la taille d'un homme vient d'être découverte dans l'immense forêt amazonienne. Kastuki Bakugo et son équipe sont chargé d'élucider le mystère qui entoure cette trouvaille. D'où vient-elle ? Que contient-elle ? C'est ma première fanfiction que je poste en public. Ceci m'obligera peut-être à la terminer entièrement ! Je compte sur vous pour laisser des commentaires bon ou mauvais. Cela me permettra de m'améliorer pour la suite =) Et sur ce, bonne lecture ! Les personnages ne m'appartiennent pas. 1 000 vues : 04/10/2019 <3 2 000 vues : 02/04/2020 3 000 vues : 27/08/2020 4 000 vues : 10/03/2021 5 000 vues : 04/08/2021 6 000 vues : 29/06/2022

❝ I usually despise everyone who interferes in my work. But there are these one's who I despise the most. The one's who just won't die. No matter what you do, how much you break them, kill them, they are still bound to be back. ❞ ❝ Well that makes the two of us. ❞ ‑‑‑‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ↳ ɴᴏᴛᴇs ﹏﹏‍ ｡˚✩ ‑‑‑‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ✎ I don't own any of the characters used. ✎ Takes place after UA's Civil War. - ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

❝ Now, now, let's play a game, shall we? ❞ ❝ What 'game'? The hell are you planning?! ❞ ❝ It's very simple, really... ❞ And that was how their mad night begun. It all started with a simple game and it was decided to end with a simple game. So, Let's play~ ‑‑‑‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ↳ ɴᴏᴛᴇs ﹏﹏‍ ｡˚✩ ‑‑‑‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ✎ I don't own anything except for the idea. - ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌