Self-worthissues Stories

From the moment he was born, Shen felt like his existence was something to be mourned over. A short fanfic about the young Lord hating the fact that he was born with a white plumage instead of the colorful one peacocks are known for.

Random thoughts I have- don't Judge from the first 2-4 chapters cause they get longer and more detailed as it goes on. Requests are always open unless stated otherwise! Have a good read and I hope this cures a bit I your Angst Hunger.

Midoriya Izuku was used to the sway of trees and the sudden chill as the sun bathed his skin between the branches overhead. That doesn't mean he didn't yearn for a time where he could go back to playing with his mother in the park, watching autumn leaves fall with the breeze. Please heed the tags. [CROSS-POSTED ON AO3] sorry for the story cover i'm too lazy to pick a good one

The sunlight may be painful at times... but, perhaps, he could finally live in it's warmth. Notes: 1) You don't need to play Flight Rising to know what's going on; it's more about my lovely boys than it is about the game. 2) Trigger Warnings; check tags 3) Atlas and Chocoll are two of my Tundra boys, and my first Pride pairing in the game, and I just had to write about them! 4) I wrote this story a LONG time ago (read: last year) so... just a heads up. 5) For clarification: Atlas is based of the Ashray (myth-creature) that's water-affiliated and dies when exposed to sunlight. [Disclaimer: No, I don't own FR, but I do own (technically, kind of?) Atlas and Chocoll, my fluffy Tundra boys that deserve to be happy, darn it.]

"Rawr." "Excuse me?" Roy blinked, taken aback by the sudden declaration. This time, when Edward met his eyes, he smiled in a secret, happy way that all but took Roy's breath away, even with the slight sadness behind them. "Rawr." Like that explained everything. [Technically Post-Brotherhood/Manga AU... if you squint close enough, anyways.] [Edited/Updated: 9/22/2018]