It was a normal day in UA. Classes were going as usual, and the buzz of students talking and going on with their day filled the halls. Everything was normal. That was, of course, until Class 1-A, teachers, heroes, civilians, and some villains ended up in a room. A room that would change their lives. They don't know how they got there, when they could leave, or what they would see. One thing they do know, though, is that none of their secrets are safe here. [AN - This does have an actual plot, so I don't recommend skipping around chapters. <3] 86,295 words including notes (ongoing)

Yoo Jonghyuk finds himself in endless darkness after getting grabbed from behind in the mist. With the help of Secretive plotter he makes it to the start of the scenarios again without the help of his stigma. A time-jump to allow him to travel along Kim Dokja once more. What changes does he make? Can he save the Kim Dokja from dying again and again? Can he finally realize his relationship with Kim Dokja and what they mean to each other? (Crossposted on Ao3, under the name LifeAndDeathCompanion.)

Beacrox was preparing for the incoming thunderstorm that would soon be over the city, as the rain started to fall and the thunders to pierce the sky, he heard something outside on his garden, there he found three cats. As one of them is heavily injured he brought them inside and treated the older one, yet next morning he gets a surprise. He was now stuck with two children and a parasite for the next week, but things wouldn't be as simple as he wished for. _____ So, this is a Cale x Beacrox fanfic, it's also in Ao3 if you want to look for it there, just saying. Obviosly the characters don't belong to me as it's a story based in Trash and the counts family wrote by Yoo Ryeo Han

Crossposted from Archive Of Our Own Monsters have long forgotten the Judge through the passage of time. Reduced to myth and legend. What will happen when a certain skeleton is realized to be the Judge long forgotten. How will he deal with the certain societal pressures that have now been imposed on him? Will he ever be able to live up to the feats of his predecessors? What happens when time anomalies and timelines get into the picture? Will he break or will he persevere? Did fate perhaps make a mistake when choosing this skeleton? Only time will tell.

Sans knows a lot about secrets; he hides many. But when old burdens emerge from the darkness, secrets, new and old, put his brother in danger; and what else can a good big-bro do but begin a double life? This decision haunts him, even years after his suit of armor is stocked away and hidden, after his quaint life of depression, puns and resets are set to loop forever, and his part in the war is forgotten... But then, the barrier is broken. And it is quickly realized that this is not the end, but a beginning of something new. Something that feels like dust, blood, and a suit of armor; an old lie to slip into once more. (Currently being completely overhauled! Anything without a chapter title (ex.: chapter 4, chapter 5, etc.) is old and will be re-written!)

Aizawa Shouta, por que tinha que ser tão atraente? Ou melhor, por que logo eu tinha que me apaixonar por ele? Logo eu, a secretária que ninguém ao menos decora o nome, àquela pessoa que organiza tudo para todos, mas que não recebe nenhum reconhecimento pelo trabalho básico, pelos detalhes que as pessoas não percebem. Claro que não percebem, sempre tiveram tudo pronto, não importa como ou quem os fez. Logo eu, Hekou Mirai, tinha que me apaixonar por um dos professores mais importantes do colégio mais famoso da cidade, um homem lindo e poderoso, que realmente nunca, nunca sequer notaria a existência de alguém como eu, uma mera secretária com o poder de teletransportar pequenos objetos, uma fracassada que não teve determinação suficiente para se tornar uma heroína. Vê-lo tão de perto, as vezes entregar alguns documentos em suas mãos, observar seus passos calmos pelos corredores, tudo isso já estava me enlouquecendo há bons 3 anos em que trabalho aqui. Talvez seja a hora de tentar investir em alguma coisa.