Torrance, LA. A place teeming with superheroes going from legendary to uh...yeah they exist. Thing is, you're not even a good guy, so how did you even get involved in this mess? Curiosity is one hell of a drug, that's how.

'A powerful Exorcist Angel whom finds himself stuck in Hell after his sudden desertion during an Extermination, due to having found out he had been manipulated by Adam into thinking he could be made into something greater, something important, should he follow his orders and do as he was told. Having no one to trust, no one to turn to, he's forced to spend his remaining time in hiding, fearful of the wrath and anguish of Hell's Sinners upon seeing an injured Exorcist. He then stumbles across a tall, whacky looking building with half a ship, a merry-go-round, and a radio tower sticking out of it. Little hope left and a half-step away from Death's door, the broken and bloodied Angel stumbles his way over, having no idea just how much this one decision would change his life.' Had this idea for a while now, and now that S2 of Hazbin got a trailer, and since I already referenced it in my Helluva Boss story, figured it was about time.

You all know the origin story of radioactive bug bites; with great power comes great responsibility. But what if this time it was different? What if you were born with the powers of Spider-Man? After the tragic fate of your loved ones, take the mantel in secret fighting crime. With the official know about you being quirkless, you attend UA high as a business student working on gadgets and support items. But it's only a matter of time before your secret gets loose. How will Spider-Man square up against the forces of good and evil in the universe of My Hero Academia?

"They see your beauty, so frail and fine, They see your peace, woven of faith and toil, They forget your heart, bound in slumber and servitude, When you wake they shall see your truth, A beast's nature bare to all." Another wanderer, lost in Pharloom. He bearing a burden made heavy by time, called to the land of silk and song. Her brought to this haunted kingdom against her will, wearing a cloak of scarlet and bearing a near-forgotten past. What will this haunted kingdom hold for him and his Red Maiden? I claim no part of Silksong or Hollow Knight as my own excusing my own additions to the story or fan art, that aside all rights go to Team Cherry.

Don't wanna live as an untold story Rather go out in a blaze of glory I can't hear you, I don't fear you I live now 'cause the bad die last Dodgin' bullets with your broken past Well, I can't hear you, I don't fear you now Wrapped in your regret What a waste of blood and sweat, oh-oh, oh

I like to dress up as a chick sometimes because I think it's funny. I also proceed to rock out like a crack addict, with or without Pentakill behind me. I thought for sure that I was gay, at least fruity enough or zesty to rope guys in. To be honest, I had no idea what the hell I was until I met those two angels. Of all things that could've happened, all the people I could've attracted in my life, it just had to be those two. God dammit, Zaun and Piltover, I hate you both; you can never stay away... You're lucky they're the most beautiful hearts I've ever met in my life... Violet and Caitlyn Kiramman. My rose and my blueberry... DISCLAIMER: THE FORMATTING MAY CHANGE CHAPTER 9 ONWARD. This will be a more modern, less steampunk adaptation of the Runeterra/LoL world. This story is mature. There may be controversial themes, cheating/NTR, and/or fetishistic content that makes the reader a total jerk, that you may not like. Don't like; don't read; it's really not that hard. This story may appear on AO3 and Royal Road in the future.

(Male reader story, LOOOONG description ahead. TL;DR at the end lol) The MC is a demon with lingering memories of a past he'd long forgotten. Memories of a voice and face. An attachment he feels he shouldn't have. This person was special to him. So special, that years after their passing, he finds himself wondering... "Why? Why did she smile, why did she get angry, why did she care...if none of it mattered anyway? If she knew she would die and her short life would amount to nothing? All of that effort, all those wasted emotions...for what?" Questions like these lead him to try the things she liked, experiencing the moments that brought her so many emotions, only to feel...nothing. None of it felt meaningful. Why? What was so different about HER that made it seem important? After spending years trying to understand, he eventually decided it was time to leave. There was no point in wasting anymore time, none of this mattered anyway. Then, hundreds of years later, as he'd seemingly given up and abandoned the life he grew up with, a peculiar encounter with an elven mage intrigued him. The distrust in her body language and directly hostile attitude towards his every word...her hate seemed so genuine. So human, that he wanted to learn how she learned to feel. Why she hates, why she protects. What made it all worth it? And to his confusion, despite her hostility, she agreed to show him. Perhaps this was just a ploy to kill him when he's vulnerable. It likely was. But little did he know, this encounter would eventually unravel the very core of his being, revealing something both believed wasn't possible. Something genuine, from a demon whom was never meant to feel. TL;DR: This is a story about a demon learning to feel human emotions that he shouldn't have, due to having a different life than others. It will mostly follow the story of Frieren, with the exception of a few things I have planned for MC. Demons are still evil and I will treat it as such.

Nothing ever feels like it is really worth it, forget perfect. Though even now, so far in my life I have a part of me holding onto that silly dream of a desperate child... that one day I would be enough for someone. At the worst nobody will ever care but for me, that is what makes it all the more important. Because I never asked for anything, so I just want this and that would be enough.

I learned the hard way that the world ain't black and white. Nobody is going to punish the bad with a sense of justice, nobody was going to come and save me if I stayed and I'd probably have killed myself before they could kill me. The world isn't that black and white. Time? Change? Forgiveness? No. This is a fucking vendetta and I will ruin them all before I look them in the eyes while I step on their throats and show you how dark this world truly is.

Soulmates series.