Izuku has a secret no one at UA knows, except Kacchan: he's an orphan. His mom died 4 years ago, and with her, his last trusted adult. How will he get through UA without anyone finding out, and, more importantly, how will he get through hiding how much he sees Aizawa as a father? And all of that becomes much harder when he gets sick, and Aizawa has to take care of him. Belongs to BaymaCabo on ao3.

"Daddy, I found the milk!" The words were accompanied by a tug on his sleeve, and Hizashi startled so badly that he dropped the tub of ice cream he was holding. He managed to awkwardly catch it between his hip and the freezer door before it hit the ground, and let out a sigh of relief. Then he remembered his priorities and glanced over to the right, where a young boy with bright green eyes and hair was nervously shuffling his feet, holding out a carton of milk with the hand not attached to Hizashi's sleeve. He was tiny. Only four years old, perhaps? Five? Hizashi looked in confusion from the hand on his sleeve to the milk and back to the boy's face. "Hey kid, I think you've got the wrong-" "No, Daddy, we always have this milk!" the boy said quickly, rushing the words before Hizashi could finish. This time, however, his eyes darted nervously over his shoulder, and Hizashi paused. That wasn't just nervousness in the boy's eyes - it was fear. Or: Hizashi saves tiny Izuku in a grocery store and then proceeds to save him forever.

Angsty teen stuff. Harry misses his lover and decides enough is enough, he leaves headquarters and no one knows where he's gone, the search is on but does Harry really want to be found? What will they find? Who will they find with Harry? And how will they react? (A/N This is a malexmale fanfiction so if you don't like don't read. Also Harry will be slightly dark and there will be mild Dumbledore bashing.) Ranking: #2- Songs #4- Songfic #113- Wolfstar

After Harry's parents were killed, Harry went to live with his uncle and aunt. But when he turns 5 years old someone saves from a beating worse than all the other beatings. A dark witch named Mia with powers no one can name, and her brothers take Harry to live and preform at their circus until it's time for him to go to Hogwarts. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- * i DO NOT own Harry Potter

Harry has been gone for two years. When he returns he's cold and different. And he's out for everyone that made him this way. This story is not mine and belongs to WereBunny87 on ffn.net.

Recovery Girl: He reminded me of a wounded bird when I first met him-too quiet, too kind, too convinced he was a burden. I never meant to get attached. But somewhere between medical forum messages and worried late-night check-ins, he became mine. My green bean. My kid. And when the world tried to break him again, I didn't just stitch him back together. I stood up. For him. With him. I may be old, but I swear on every bandaid I own-hurt that boy again, and I'll burn the system to the ground with a smile. A/N: I do not consent to translation. DO NOT Translate or use my story for Youtube. This is a My hero academia fanstory hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own my hero academia , rights to the owner.

So, uh... life's been kinda upside down lately. One day I'm at home with Mom, and the next, I'm stuck living with my dad-yeah, the Yamada Hizashi, better known as Present Mic. Didn't exactly plan for that, but here we are. Still trying to wrap my head around it. Can't say it's all bad, though. Turns out, co-hosting a radio show with your pro hero dad at ungodly hours of the night is a pretty decent distraction from... well, everything else. Honestly, it's kinda fun. The way we go off-script half the time, roasting villains and throwing shade at the news-it's chaotic, but in a good way. Keeps me from thinking too much. Dad's-well, he's loud, dramatic, and somehow a total dork and a hero at the same time. But he's also... warm. Genuine. The kind of guy who makes you feel seen, even when you're trying real hard to blend into the wallpaper. It's weird, having someone actually there. Asking if I've eaten, if I'm sleeping okay, if I wanna vent or just scream into a mic at 2 AM. I guess what I'm saying is, things are messy and confusing, and I have no idea what's gonna happen next. But for now, I've got a half-decent mattress, a mic, and a dad who grins way too wide and tells me he's proud every chance he gets. Could be worse. A/N: This is a mha fanstory hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own mha, rights to the owner.

No one thinks to check on Harry Potter after being placed at the Dursley house. No one cares enough to make sure that Harry Potter is safe, loved, and cared for. Now Hogwarts has a new ghost and Severus has taken on the responsibility to guide and care for the broken child since he failed in his duties and promises to Lily Potter to keep her son safe.

Valentina has her life together. A nurse now, five years strong, she's doing more than well for herself. But when her abusive father comes back to town to drag her back to Honduras, Valentina goes to her brother for help. Only to find him involved in a motorcycle gang side-by-side with an enforcer named Butcher. And yes, he'll help protect her from her father...but in return she's the gang's new medic.

Harry Potter was never just the Boy Who Lived. He was something ancient. Something remembered. Something waking. When Hogwarts whispers that Harry is the Heir of Slytherin, they don't understand how close to the truth they are-or how far they've underestimated him. As fire spreads and fear deepens, Harry becomes less a student and more a storm. But he's not alone. Tom Riddle-Lord Voldemort-feels it too. A pull. A bond. A memory that aches. What began as enmity twists into something greater: love, yes-but also prophecy, power, and the rebirth of a forgotten magic. Together, they become Caelum and Noctus, names from the Spiral-the oldest magic the world tried to forget. Together, they will unmake fear, challenge gods, and rise not as tyrants but as the truth behind the legend. Some call them monsters. Others call them divine. The Spiral remembers. Now, so will the world.