.・。.・゜✭. . . . . . ╰──╮ ¿Aurora? ●°•*⁀➷ ╰┈⫸ ★ ☆ ¿podrá tener eso que tanto desea? Aurora, una niña que estaba herida y fue salvada por un rayo de luz de donde salieron tres personas, dichas personas la ayudaron y velaron pro si bienestar. Al crecer ella se convirtió en amante de las bromas, pero algo que creyó que podría ser una broma inofensiva causó que fuera enviada a vivir en la oscuridad ᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ⫷┈┈╯ ╭──╯ . . . . . ・。.・゜✭. ↬↬↬↬↬ Crossover Marvel x Harry Potter Word↫↫↫↫↫

Luego de la derrota de Sukuna y la muerte de Gojo, Yuji Itadori toma el manto como el hechicero mas fuerte y asume el rol de director de la escuela de hechiceros de Tokio.

In a world where devils rule the night and angels hunt from the skies, Kuoh Academy is a powder keg of supernatural secrets-and Kaito Gojo is the spark. With cursed energy pulsing in his veins and a past even he doesn't understand, Kaito just wanted a quiet life and a weekend full of gaming. Instead, he gets speared through the chest by a psychotic Fallen Angel... and wakes up in the arms of the crimson-haired devil heiress, Rias Gremory. Now marked as her Rook-a powerful mutated piece in a deadly game-Kaito must navigate high school politics, hormonal perverts, and ancient enemies with nothing but a lazy grin and a fist that can shatter reality. The game board is set. The pieces are moving. And hell just found its wildcard. All Rights to the creators of DxD and Jujutsu Kaisen

❝ There were no heroes in the Red Room, so I had to become my own.❞ 𝐁 𝐥 𝐚 𝐜 𝐤 𝐖 𝐢 𝐝 𝐨 𝐰 ⧗

As The Watcher took Hot Shot to a journey through the multiverse, Natasha Romanoff aka The Black Widow along with Clint Barton aka Hawkeye, Nick Fury, and heroes from different points of time in Hot Shot's universe (Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, etc.) are brought in to a room to witness Hot Shot's adventure and see how these universes differ from their own. This story could also be considered the MCU reacting to Marvel's What If...? so yeah, hope you guys enjoy!!

Tossing a stone in a river creates ripples while hurling a meteor in the sea leads to tsunamis. Rhea Jackson is the embodiment of the unpredictable, and knowing the future doesn't necessarily make it any better. Nevertheless, she had a knack for finding humour in it all. Add the spirits of her father's and uncle's counterparts from another dimension, and suddenly nothing makes sense. This story contains, gore, blood, violence, death, weapons, etc. I don't own this book. This book belongs to NervaEldarya on AO3. If the original writer wants me to take it down, then I shall do so.

Eliza Broussard had been taken in by the Red Room Academy at the peak age of five years old. She was trained and hardened into the Soviet's own skillful assassin by the age of fifteen. After ten years of brainwashing and training, she was discovered by Natasha Romanoff and taken from the program and straight to The Avengers' headquarters. Eliza was untrusting and soured by her past. She was thrusted into the world of Super Heroes and Villains right when the Heroes were fighting each other. She didn't know whose side she was on, or if she even had a side to take. It wasn't until she met Peter Parker, the quirky, socially awkward web-slinger, that she finally started to understand where her loyalties were. *This takes place right before Civil War, then continues on after that.

The wind howled through the bare branches, a chilling reminder of winter's harsh grip on the land. Snowflakes danced in the moonlight, casting an eerie glow over Malfoy Manor. Inside, the warmth of the hearths did little to comfort Narcissa Malfoy as she readied herself for bed. The manor, usually a fortress of calm and control, seemed unusually restless tonight. A sharp, unexpected knock echoed through the grand hallways, startling Narcissa. It was late, far too late for visitors. She hesitated, her heart pounding as she approached the front door. The knock came again, more insistent this time. She reached for her wand, clutching it tightly as she opened the heavy door. The icy wind whipped around her, but no one was in sight. Narcissa frowned, scanning the empty grounds. Just as she was about to close the door, a faint whimper caught her attention. She looked down and gasped. At her feet was a small basket, swaddled in heavy furs. Inside, a baby girl with striking white hair and vivid purple eyes peered up at her, innocent and curious. . . . . This story will be updated weekly (when I'm back to my normal schedule. For now, I can only update every 2 weeks). I hope you all like it! P.S. Haven't decided who will be her endgame, but we'll see how the story will eventually go. As of the moment, it could be Cedric Diggory, Tom Riddle (his ghost; still debating this), or maybe I'll make up a character in the future.