Darth Vader dies in the arms of his son, having killed his master and gone back to the light side of the Force. And then he wakes up, finding himself into a little primitive planet that hasn't even achieved interstellar travel, where the government is corrupt and the heroes are ineffective, in a city that could almost be called a hive of scum and villainy, dominated by a gang that calls itself the Empire 88 and another that practices slavery. He wants to be better, he wants to overcome his past, but damn, the city REALLY isn't making it easy for him. Sometimes, a former Sith Lord just wants to force choke a bi...

I've died, that sucks. But a Random Omnipotent Being (ROB for short) gave me another shot at life, cool, right? Turns out that new life is in Brockton Bay, and I reincarnated as a Bloodfiend from Project Moon. Well, shit At least I get to be a cool ass vampire, hell yeah. Would've been better without the constant hunger for blood, though. (First time making a fanfic. No betas, we die like men)

In the world of demons, there are no mercy. No life to be spare. Either kill or be killed. (Y/n) knew that perfectly well and that's what she had taught to Tanjiro. She just hoped that this world could somewhat be different from the one she came from. Apparently, Kira does not think so. Thankfully, the great detective L is here to save the day. Unfortunately, (Y/n) is just the Sun Hashira that accidentally caught up between these messes. ______________________ Warning; slow update, apologies in advance for any spelling mistake

When he woke up, he was missing most of his memories and identity. He knows that he wasn't supposed to be in a 12-year-old stranger's body and his name isn't Jonas Cane. Most of all, he wasn't supposed to be living in a place called Gotham and experiencing hallucinations about a thing called Archivist System.

After a fateful encounter with Illumi that endangered Alluka, Killua found himself at a loss after he was warped to a world that he didn't know. Determined, Killua decided that he would try his hardest to make his return to save Alluka, however, he came across others that possess unique powers. Are they friends, or foes? Crossposted on FF.Net and AO3. Date Posted: December 06, 2022

Louise needed a Familiar that resembled her, so that she could prove herself to be a Mage. So what better way to represent herself, than a small being filled with the Void? Story made and owned by Rexis19 on Fanfiction.net

「You have died. Returning 8 Hours prior」 You've seen them die in front of your eyes, so now you want nothing but to make them live. With your Quirk, you can turn back time 8 hours in time, but you have to die for it to be triggered. The moment you used it, you were set on becoming the only person who remained unchanged in the world. But one by one, your small changes led to bigger ones, until finally, things weren't the same as they once were. And it's all because of you. (Inspired by SSS-Class Suicide Hunter)

Ｍｏｒｉａｒｔｔｉ ／死ぬことの芸術／ 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚛𝚝. The story begins when Gojo Satoru is still a student at an institution that is specifically designed to train the next generation of Jujutsu sorcerers. In the midst of his school year, Gojo and his classmates encounter a new transfer student. Mysterious, bewitching, and a self-proclaimed suicidal maniac, Dazai Osawa's arrival sends ripples through the school, as her presence becomes an intoxicating blend of charm and danger that captivates and unsettles everyone around her. Dazai's arrival introduced a new era of uncertainty, from her unconventional methods up to her unpredictable nature, which forced Gojo and his friends to confront their deepest fears and darkest secrets. With Dazai integrated into their lives, will her presence strengthen their resolve and lead them to greater heights, or will it unravel the very fabric of their existence? ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ ɪ : ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇɴ x ʙᴜɴɢᴏ ꜱᴛʀᴀʏ ᴅᴏɢꜱ ᴄᴛᴛᴏ. ɪᴍᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ.

The Task Force was all at once in a state of complete bewilderment as a small boy, appearing no older than four or five, stepped out. He clicked the door shut and turned to run with tiny steps over to L's chair. He then proceeded to crawl underneath it, and then he just... stayed there. He sat cross-legged, sticking his little face out from under the chair and looking at everyone curiously through strands of floppy, black hair that fell into his slender, electrifying blue eyes. He was wearing patterned footie pajama pants and a hoodie with bear ears. The ends of both hoodie strings were in his mouth and his hands were stuffed in his front pockets. L barely skipped a beat and continued talking about the case and the FBI agents as though nothing were amiss... but he realized quickly that no one was listening. He sighed. "Alright," he said firmly. "I'll introduce you, but if we are going to be working together on this case, you cannot allow yourselves to be so easily distracted. Is that understood?" The Task Force looked a little embarrassed, but they all agreed and some mumbled apologies. "Everyone..." L leaned forward with his hands on his knees to look down at the small face that was now peering up at him. The little boy's mouth formed a smile around the hoodie strings he was chewing on. "This," the detective spoke plainly, "is my son." :::::::::: *Mature rating due to some gore and disturbing images as part of a nightmare scene

Pyrrha's Childhood friend seems to be a mystery with no one knowing who he is, or how he looks like. Follow this story about a genius detective brought from another world. (This starts a little before the Forever Fall forest event)