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"Every other day I'm wonderin', what's a human being gotta be like?" | Surrounded by other robots and metal copies of flesh and blood humans, [Name], the Prototype Seraphim, finds herself trying to discover who her dead human version once was to the World Government, and discovers who she truly wants to be as she grows and makes friends along the way, maybe even potential lovers... ONE PIECE BELONGS TO EIICHIRO ODA. CREDITS TO WHOEVER DREW THE BACKGROUND OF THIS FIC'S COVER! (FOUND ON PINTEREST)

You were the first demigod ever created. Before Percy Jackson. Before the camps. Before the rules. You tried to unite the Greeks and Romans and the gods repaid you by throwing you into Tartarus. Two thousand years later, you've stopped hoping for escape. Stopped speaking. Stopped believing anyone would ever find you. Until he does. Percy Jackson wasn't supposed to survive Tartarus. And he definitely wasn't supposed to find you. But now he's asking for your help to escape- And you're faced with a choice you thought you'd never have again: Stay forgotten... or risk everything for the world that abandoned you.

One random day, your brought into this new digital world. You have no idea what's going on, but you may as well attempt to make sense of what's going on. The reader is female (sorry, guys). This will have eventual smut in it. I originally just wanted to write a short smut fanfic of Jax x Reader because there wasn't enough, but I accidentally turned this into slow burn. Oh well, I enjoyed writing this. I'll give a warning whenever I get to the smut. Anyways, enjoy!!

IT WAS NEVER JUST A GAME. When a playtester is pulled into a digital world where gods bleed glitches and shadows whisper truths, they must confront a truth: the game was never just a game. Now, with reality unraveling and a god of annihilation waking, alliances fracture between coders and deities. A rogue AI with a child's face claims he's the echo of a dead man. A warrior-turned-streamer trades fame for a lance of lightning. And in Tokyo's neon glow, two lovers race toward an apocalypse neither can outrun. To survive, they'll rewrite the rules-or watch both worlds collapse into static.

"𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝" 𝐔 𝐍 𝐈 𝐕 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 - 𝐅 𝐔 𝐓 𝐔 𝐑 𝐄 © mxxnjoonie

You had died. At least, you thought you did. But waking up in an unfamiliar place with strangers, one more recognizable than the others, didn't sit well with you. With your luck, you didn't think it was too odd...until you run into a second familiar face, one that fills you with just as much anger as the first.

After an exhausting day of work, you rode the subway to your unfortunate, yet expected divorce trial. Eventually, a few people, who were just feet away from you, piqued your suspicion. You shrugged it off at first, but the closer you got to your stop, the more you knew that you were in danger...

A man wakes up in his hospital bed, but nothing is as it seems

This story is for those who know that happiness never comes without sacrifices.

A week after the events at the catacombs, you still have not spoken to Ominis. He refuses to come near you or hear you out, so you start one last, desperate attempt to explain yourself and fix the situation. And who knows, maybe you will be able to walk away with more than you bargained for.. PART 1

"If you knew just how much I adored you.. Would you love me back?" Dark Magic. Heartbreak. Secrets. When you come back to Hogwarts for your 6th year, a lot of things have changed. As you battle with the ever growing question of how to make use of the gift of Ancient Magic, there are feelings old and new alike that throw you for a loop. Which path will you choose, and who will you choose to walk it down alongside with? PART 4 of OS&BM. It is vital to have at least read part 3.

It was love at first sight, you dated him for two years, loving how simple and comfortable it was to just be around him...until he had to move away. He told you to wait for him for at least three years, but a decade had already passed and he never reached out to you, not even once. Then you bump into him at a disco party. Read to find out what happens next !!! 🤓👆

Yuta Okkotsu x Fem!Reader Being born into a rich clan, especially the daughter of the head of said clan, was a dream come true, right? Wrong. Not when every assassin in Japan wanted your head as a trophy. And that's why the high up sorcerers sent one of their own to protect you but it wasn't all fun and games. Multiple groups were after you and you were sent a guy who looked like he never slept a day in his life. Fun, right? Started: 5/5/25 Ended: -/-/- (not yet)

Red. A large impact colour. I just never expected it would have this much impact in my life. Red. The colour of love and danger. I just never expected it to be the driving force of such crazy actions. A very short story that can be read in just one sitting. Very interesting though with a shocking twist at the end. You don't even have to add it to your library. Enjoy a quick and short read. Cover photo does not belong to the writer.

being bullied is hard, but falling in love with your bully is even harder. will he like you back or you will have your unhappy ending ? this story is a ran haitani x fem reader it also contains bullying, bad language, smut, abuse and etc hope you will enjoy reading my first ever fanfiction y/n 😉 #9 on addiction, screaming,crying throwing up. #30 on second person, im in top 50, thank you all so much 🫶🥹

[Revived as of 6/11/24] With a reputation such as Tony Stark's, it comes as no surprise to find out he has a bastard child. Although distanced from his father since birth, 16-year-old Y/N Stark is undeniably his father's son, egotistical and clever. When unexpected disaster strikes on Y/N, he is made to live with his estranged father. How is he meant to cope with the undeniable fact that his life can never be normal again? That he'll be spending the rest of his teen years hidden from the public in the Avenger's tower, as glorious as it is, unable to make friends his own age or do the normal teen stuff he'd always wanted to as a kid. What will happen when Tony Stark makes an unusual decision; to send his beloved and sheltered son off to school, more specifically, to the Midtown School of Science and Technology. And, most importantly, what will happen when Y/N is forced to come face to face with his proclaimed enemy, Spider-Man? All characters in this story, excluding Y/N, are not my characters. For the sake of this fic's storyline, you must pretend that rather than everyone knowing about Peter's Stark Internship, they rather only know he has an internship. I apologize if that will bother anyone but it will pay off, I promise. Events take place between Homecoming and Far From Home; I most likely will not write events of Infinity War/Endgame

YOU and three other strangers are kidnapped and trapped in a virtual reality game with no memory of your past. As YOU fight for survival, YOU experience vivid hallucinations and strange deja vu. Is this really a game, or just a twisted dream? As personalities shift and alliances form and crumble, the game becomes vicious, terrifying, and nearly inescapable. Will YOU survive the game and reclaim YOUR memories, or will YOU be lost forever in the depths of the virtual abyss? And who will YOU kill? *** Dylan Ramirez is a VR modder slinking around in online underground communities that allow him to grow his expertise with virtual reality machines. The one bright spot in his life, his girlfriend Anna, disappears at the same time he learns about 'The Games.' With the help of a detective who's never even played a game in VR, he attempts to infiltrate these horrible games and get her back. But Anna might already be gone forever. Maybe all that's left is YOU. *** damian just writes things, sometimes. maybe giving a voice to darkness itself as the narrator of his litrpg was a really bad idea. like a really really bad idea. ***

You are a demon who encounters Rui for the first time. He's not here to talk.

An AU where Draco is a Ballerino, and Harry likes to watch him dance.

"It's two AM and you're in a dump that claims to be a bar, alone, drinking..." A story I wrote a while back for the story story reading event "Tales of the Decongested" at London's Foyles bookshop.