To every Light its Shadow. But who wants to live in the Shadow? --- «I don't care if they're geniuses or prodigies. Break them and they're all just trash.» He tilted his head aside, his eyes at lost for a second before his irises flickered with amusement. His thin lips gently curved up into a ghost of a smile, his eyes crinkling. "Mhm, whatever you say, Mako-chan." --- Cover by the amazing @YungNightAce Chapter length: 1000-1500 words --- Started on the 31st of January 2020 Finished on the 3rd of April 2020 KNB, every anime or images used and referred to do not belong to me, they all belong to their rightful owner.

"NO!" I pull at his hand, trying to restrain it from hitting the glass. He can't break it! "Please, don't!" I cry out, only to be thrown across the room, my body colliding with the wall. My only way home, my only chance to see the world I love and know. And just like that, his fist collides with the mirror, the glass shattering to the ground as I scream. Tears begin to fall as I scream at him, watching as he approaches me like a predator, his hands bloody, his eyes turning black. I'm trapped here, forever. And he couldn't be more happy.

If there's one thing Izuku never imagined becoming after losing One For All, was to be forgotten. Now a professor at U.A. High, he spends his days teaching and his nights haunted by the life he left behind. He tells himself the quiet is enough, but the ache of his past-of failed dreams, lost purpose, and a failed relationship with his best friend that crumbled under the weight of their differences-refuses to fade. When a stranger steps out of the shadows with an offer Izuku can't ignore, he's thrust into a hidden world of corruption and power. Beneath the polished hero rankings and dazzling debuts lies a web of lies spun by the Hero Commission and government officials-a system built on control, manipulation, and sacrifice. As Izuku uncovers the truth, his world begins to crumble. Faced with a choice between the life he's built and the chance to truly make a difference, Izuku must decide: will he cling to the legacy of the hero he once was, or risk everything to fight in the shadows?

Peter wasn't going to let May pay the rent all on her own. Not when there was the two of them, not when being Spider-Man made everything that much harder. And if that meant washing scratched up dishes and scrubbing old blood from the tile grout at Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Girls, then so be it. But then one night, his skin turned blue. (If only his problems didn't multiply from there.) [MCU-verse] :: BETA: @OfCloves Cover Art Commission by: frostmarris on tumblr

Shota Aizawa is in love, and he has been for the past fifteen years. Being in love with your highschool teacher isn't ideal. Remaining in love with said teacher after they're killed? Even worse. Still, Shota can't seem to escape his feelings. It's not like anything is spurring them on. Mr. Hiroki Akisuka had been dead for a decade now, and still Aizawa's affections remained. His heart still fluttered at the mere memory of the dead man, and his cheeks would still flush. He thought he'd die alone with his irrational feelings. In fact, he'd actually been planning on it. He had no qualms with going down alone. At least, that's how he felt before his teacher rose from the dead, cheerful as ever, and just as attractive as Aizawa remembered him to be.

The Third Hokage was dead. It wasn't enough. Team Eight knew loss like the seals on the backs of their tongues. They'd been silenced, branded, abandoned, ambushed, left on the enemy's doorstep like a gift--unlucky was their nickname, but they would make it their trade. The Third Hokage was dead. It was Danzo's turn. SEQUEL TO: Hoshigaki (2017-2019) Commissioned Cover by @AwesomeDragonTamer (caleb-crow on Tumblr; caleb_thalia_crow on Instagram) BETA: @OfCloves

What happens after you've died? That's a question which has haunted us for many centuries. Lucy, however, is soon to find out as she tragically passes away during a mission. She finds herself in an entirely new place filled with hostile people of all kinds. What will she experience in the after-life and what kind of people will she meet? Will she ever see Fairy Tail again? (A Fairy Tail and Bleach crossover) *Put as mature as there will be a certain amount of bloody scenes, mature language and maybe even mention of some more steamy topics. HOWEVER! Do not expect lemons to appear in this story - there are no plans for that

"Don't touch that man." "Why not?" "He has a beast guarding him." I am that beast; Nora. I woke up as the villain of this book, destined to die after going crazy due to my love for the main lead. "I spent my last life wanting to die, and now that I've decided to survive, this world is after me?" No. I won't die such a pathetic death. I will survive this time. No matter what. But first, I need to survive these main leads. One won't leave me alone; the other keeps fighting with me; another is destined to kill me... Even my superpowers are so weak! Surviving in a world that hates me... Is kinda difficult. *** I got tired of reading about 'special' and 'pure-hearted' heroines so I decided to write about a character I could relate to. Writing gets better after first few chapters. [#1 Angst] [#1 Obsession] [#2 Yandere] [#1 Villain] [#1 Antagonist] [#1 Superpowers]

When Sakura was three, her father told her he was a criminal. When she was seven, the last thing she saw of him was the sword on his back. When she was eight, she had a friend named Kiba. When they were twelve, they met Shino. And when they were genin, they began to fight for the truth because they could no longer fight for the sake of Konoha. (Rewrite of Haruno By Name, Hoshigaki By Blood) BETAs: @OfCloves and rrage (ff.net)

Merfolk were the very foundation of Shota Aizawa's childhood. Growing up with an absentee mother and a father who worked hard to keep them comfortably afloat, Aizawa found himself growing up faster than most kids his age. Mature beyond his years, he still derived joy from the stories his father would tell him at night. Sitting on the end of his bed, his dad would spin tales of finned creatures who convened with dolphins and wrestled sharks. Shimmering scales and magic that surpassed what was thought to be possible with quirks alone. Stories of seashell hoards and kingdoms built of colorful coral and carefully polished stone. It was one of the few things Shota could look back on and smile. The mere mention of them brought a light feeling to his chest and a shine to his eyes. Though, he never would've thought those myths could be true. (I do NOT own the cover art)