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Clarke is only three days into being a runaway when she realizes that she did not fully think this through. When she walked away from Camp Jaha, she took only herself, a handgun with limited ammunition, and the gnawing guilt inside her. Three days without food, water, fresh clothing, or bedding of any kind, however, and she is painfully aware of how foolish that decision had been.

Jin loved his nest. He'd built it very carefully from the ground up. Spent centuries on selecting the individuals he wanted to spend the rest of his immortal life with. He was proud of his nest and protected it with a possessive love that rivaled a dragon's guard on their trove. Jin didn't get the chance to go through that evaluation process with his newest treasure. But he would never let it go. Or When Jin's blood is stolen and used to sire a new fledgling, Jin has two choices: to ignore the strands of magic binding him to his new childe, or to lay claim to another jewel for his collection. He chooses the latter and drags his entire nest into a situation none of them were anticipating.

His name was Tommy Innes, and he was born to touch the stars. Of course, touching the stars was going to have to wait, because he'd lost that dream the moment his parents had died when he was ten years old—the moment he had watched that starship explosion and felt a bit of his heart die with them. He'd lost that dream when he was transported to prison and then to a place called Pogtopia. He'd lost that dream when he watched hundreds of children starve on the streets of Pogtopia. When he and two friends become the lone survivors of the Red Planet's Genocide. When they were rescued, and he was captured again. But maybe—maybe one day, he would regain that dream. Maybe he would hunt down the mass murderer that had executed his friends and gain his revenge—but that day was not now, and now he sat in a prison and stared at the faraway stars. Perhaps there would be people that he could call family again. People he would see again—people whom he had lost years ago. One day. Because he was an Avian, born to be forever alone amongst broken stars. And Avians did not fall unless they wanted to. or a science fiction fic about rebellion

POGTOPIA??? WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?? TIMETRAVELBLADE. technotravel “Chat, I did not time travel,” Techno said exhaustedly, “I don’t know what gave you that idea, but please calm yourselves.” The voices started obnoxiously whispering at the top of their lungs. HE DOESN’T KNOW. PANICOr: Tommy, Tubbo, Jschlatt, and Dream all end up in the past. (Oh, and the Chat comes too)(mcd is a villain, this fic has a happy ending)

It’s not like anything changed much. Peter is usually great brushing off all the shit everyone gives him for being himself. It usually doesn’t matter what they think; what anyone thinks really. So why is it getting so hard for him to do that recently?

Aizawa Shouta’s instincts were nearly 100% accurate, as was his eye for small details. They were skills honed through years working the Underground, and only broadened when it came to dealing with 20 incredibly powerful teens year after year. So, when he noticed that Midoriya hadn’t brought a lunch for the fourth time this week, he knew something was off. — The story is complete along with an epilogue and a whole slew of shorts! -- I do not grant permission to translate my work or turn it into podfics.

Felix was stuck in an endless cycle, the only thing keeping him here was his abusers and a gut feeling. Only being a toy for others' uses ever since he could remember.Until an unknown vigilante group plans their attack on a gang, to their shock, they find a new mission.

Hydra has had Peter in their custody for three years. Deadpool is hired to break him out. Throw in an alien symbiote, motels, and superhero explosions and things get gay.

Hawks takes baby steps backwards, getting closer and closer to the door, as everyone continues to get loud and look at eachother for answers. Well, almost everybody; Dabi is watching him limp away with an unimpressed expression. “Those are torture wounds,” Shigaraki points out, crossing his arms and leveling Hawks with a dead-eyed stare. “How do you even know what torture wounds look like?” Hawks throws back as he continues to plan his escape. Shigaraki looks at him with raised eyebrows until Hawks looks away again, feeling like an idiot. These people are villains, he knows that (but its so easy to forget-). “Right, fuck.” Hawks flicks him a two fingered salute before turning tail like the coward he feels like and making for the door. He doesn't get more than four feet before Dabi grabs him by one of his wings and yanks him back.

In another universe, Inko didn't support her son's dreams when he gained a quirk. In another universe, he didn't even get the chance to have one. This is that universe. When Izuku's mom left him, he was at a loss of what to do. Alone in a world that wasn't there to help him, where no one else would have his back, he kept telling himself, "be cautious, stay cautious". He was still just a kid when he met Eraserhead. The hero offered him a home, food, and most importantly, a family. Love. This is the story of Aizawa Izuku, and how he became the world's first quirkless hero. Includes a lot of fluff, found family, teen crushes, Izusquad shenanigans and much needed growth.

Denki Kaminari's parents are notorious crime lords. He's been raised, tortured, and abused by them from the mere age of three, but no one knows him as their son. He is better known as Golden, the best assassin for hire in the history of the black market. Thanks to years of rigorous training and endless bouts of torture, Kaminari was forced to become the most skilled killer villains had to offer. Whether that was good or bad, he didn't know. At the age of 13, he gathered the courage to give up killing for evil and run away. At the age of 15, he enrolled in UA high school and found the family he deserved: Class 1-A. The only problem is, they're way too observant for their own good. And with the return of familiar faces from his past and the revival of deadly conspiracies, it doesn't help that Kaminari's perfect, happy life is beginning to crumble around him either. Or: all of the times Kaminari's classmates accidentally got a hint about his past and the one time they found out.

It’s the face of a child hidden behind the mask of a monster. (And they wonder, “Have I been wrong?”) Dream is locked up in Pandora’s Vault. The person they find is not the tyrant they remember. Or, Dream is fifteen. The SMP reacts.

Tony's voice echoed in the cavern, hollow against the walls. “Are you out of your mind? That thing's going to take your head off!” The snake, however, did not move- did not even seem to be watching his teammate approach. And almost as though in response to his own voice, the sound from before came again, long and trembling- midway between a moan and a sob. This time, when his eyes darted in search of the source, the darkness did not block his sight: the naked figure of a man lay stretched beneath the snake, bound to an outcropping of rock. He was all ribs and sharp ridges of bone, all too-thin pale limbs, all open sores on top from the places the venom had splattered and on the bottom where the rock had rubbed away the flesh. The man's face, directly below the snake's mouth, had gotten the worst of it; it was raw and red, glistening with blood and exposed muscle and the slick of poison. The man shouldn't have been alive, much less moving, and yet he was- was thrashing weakly in his bonds, turning his head as far as it would go to avoid the white liquid as it dribbled down. It was not far enough. Tony thought he was going to be sick again.

Being stuck and tortured endlessly in prison for 3 (or was it 4?) months did have a toll on a human being. Dream was no exception. But it’s not like there’s anything he could do. So after trying to revive Wilbur, he expected to see Ghostbur gone. He didn’t expect to wake up in a different world where the Dream SMP was just roleplay for fans. And in his place was another Dream who didn’t expect to see his own server come to life. (alt summary: c!dream and cc!dream switch places in the dsmp world and the real world, where both of them either get therapy or become a therapist.) (Or, or: We switched c!Dream and cc!Dream and hope to god that they don't get even more issues than they have right now.)

He has never argued with a punishment, not since he was a toddler, if then. Surely she’ll listen, surely she’ll see this is too harsh, that he wouldn’t be disrespecting her like this if he was simply sulking over not getting his way. He needs that food, needs to be able to eat enough if he wants to be Robin. He’s been hungry before, but back then, it never mattered if he was a little weak or dizzy. It never risked his life or the life of his partner when he was a kid. She turns, sighing softly and pursing her lips. She reaches out to pat his cheek, and for a moment his heart soars hopefully, and he barely restrains himself from leaning into the rare bit of contact and soaking up his mother’s touch. “Oh, Timothy,” she tuts. “This is for the best. And honestly, I think it’s wise for you to cut down a bit on the snacks. I’d hate to have to listen to anyone tittering at the next gala that you’re getting chubby.” And without another backwards glance, she turns and heads upstairs, leaving Tim alone and frozen at the bottom of the steps. Day 6 - TOUCH AND GObruises | touch starved | hunger

Voldemort has won. The Order has fallen. Harry Potter is dead. Five years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Hermione Granger is pulled from Azkaban and forced to compete in the Dark Tournament against fellow fallen Order Members. The Goblet of Shadows assigns each high ranking Death Eater a Champion. The Champion who wins the games will get to go free and their master, one of Voldemort’s Scions, will have secured their position as his Successor. With Hermione being assigned to Draco Malfoy, the highest ranking Scion, she may have a chance. There can only be one victor, one survivor and one shot at freedom. Let the games begin. NOT ABANDONED. I upload every 3-4ish months in batches of 7-10 chapters. Russian Translation by Ana-Scorpio Spanish Translation by nansweet07

When Aunt May discovers that he's Spider-Man, something inside her snaps. She starts to abuse him and he deserves it, doesn't he? After all, people have died because of him. People who wouldn't have died if he was a better hero. Officially complete. Dead Dove: Do not eat. This story can now be found in Russian: https://ficbook.net/readfic/9297131 And in Chinese: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14695224/chapters/33957036 And now in French!https://archiveofourown.org/works/42708762/chapters/107290062 Thanks to all these lovely people who translated!! <3

A very pissed off Clarke is kidnapped and dragged to Lexa in Polis (not by Roan.) Seeing Clarke's state of mind, Lexa enforces an ancient clan law that protects highly esteemed warriors (like Wanheda) when they show signs of mental illness or PTSD. By imposing this law, it forces Clarke to be out of the public eye and alone with Lexa. Catching on quickly that Clarke favors punishing herself to heal from her guilt after the mountain, Lexa designs some interesting methods. Sorta mixed together a bit of alpha/omega and dom/sub themes in here. ** Please note: This story is an alternative timeline/alternative universe depiction. They are still in the grounders world but do not expect to have your typical fanfic Clarke/Lexa or your Canon Clarke and Lexa. THIS will be different.** Join us on Discord: https://discord.com/invite/NGmWt2GMy Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/hopefulmusings0421Check out the playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7cbW8KE8tQjWLmk9IztKRU?si=ebdea478f27d47ed

There had been rumors of a Human who wasn’t performing well in fighting rings, constantly ignoring their lesser opponents and trying to go after the very loud, very violent crowd instead. Or Not only did Hizashi allow himself to be caught by the alien trafficking ring he and Shouta were trying to bring down, he's also stuck in a cell with a Deathworlder. It goes better than expected. [PODFIC]

The one where twelve-year-old Jason and nine-year-old Tim are kidnapped by a serial killer and later escape, and Dick wants to adopt Jason, and Jason has already adopted Tim. And also Tim has already adopted Jason even harder than Jason has adopted him, and he will fight anyone who comes near. And Bruce wants to adopt them all but keeps getting stymied. This will be dark in places. Please mind the tags. Specific trigger warnings will be in the chapters.

The asset is programmed not to strike a handler. Not to struggle no matter who is doing what to it. And it complies. The asset is programmed not to shy away when technicians approach torch-first to take it apart and put it back together in the name of science, research, progress. And it complies. The asset is programmed not to object to the mouth guard, the restraints, the chair. Not to beg or plead when it is left empty and hungry in its cryo tube. And it complies. The asset is programmed not to so much as consider harming an operator, the highest of all members of the organization. And... And if the silent, liquid fury in the asset’s eyes is any indicator, the asset does not comply. (Or: The one where the asset is thawed out during the Chitauri attack on New York, escapes, and goes hunting for revenge with the Avengers hot on the trail.)

The first time you meet your soulmate, it leaves a bruise on both of you at the point of contact. From then on, your body begins rejecting any sustenance other than the touch of your soulmate. The trick is, the bruises take a few hours to appear, so you have to figure out who you've touched and find them before you starve to death. But once you do, all you ever need is them. So what happens if you're an idol and you meet your soulmate at a fan event?

“That’s not fair,” Bad protests. Dream raises an eyebrow at him and jerks his tied hands in emphasis, clearly saying that none of this is fair. “Look, you keep running! Who runs if they’re not guilty?” Bad challenges, staring him down with obvious distrust from the generous distance of exactly five feet. It’s fair, as much as Dream hates to admit it; it’s not like he’s been the most honest hostage in the past, with all of his escaping and running and framing himself for his own murder, apparently. “Only the good die young, and only the guilty run,” Technoblade chimes in, holding his own potato and sitting in the snow like it’s not cold at all. A hot flash of irritation burns through him. “Someone being chased?” he counters sarcastically, jerking his tied wrists up again to wave them in front of the group. Sapnap laughs so hard that he almost chokes on his potato, but it dies off when Dream gives him an icy stare. Or: Dream is having a hard time, and the hunter just want to adopt him like a stray puppy that bites you at every opportunity.

“I’m not going to give you information,” Pete volunteers to his bent over form. There’s no way to know exactly what’s in store for him but Pete feels the need to make that declaration. There’s a sharp zapping sound, and Vegas turns to face him then, revealing the jumper cables in his gloved hands which are connected to a car battery on the table behind him. The rest seems self-explanatory. “I don’t want information,” Vegas says, finally looking up at him from the cables. By then Vegas is already advancing on him, much too close for comfort. But Pete has already resigned himself at this point. Or the one where Pete is very uncooperative at being tortured, Vegas gets a little too creative and falls for his own trap in the worst way possible.

Glenn had never been taught to be wary of perverted older men. Boys didn’t have to worry about those kinds of things, especially boys that were big for their age. Standing exactly six feet tall at the age of sixteen, no one messed with Glenn. He wasn’t even particularly strong, in fact, it’d be more accurate to describe him as scrawny, but his height made a difference in how people perceived him; how he perceived himself for that matter. He’d never been targeted by bullies or creeps. He’d always been the one to step in when anyone was messing with his friends or siblings. He was a protector by nature, he didn’t need protecting. It’s no surprise there was no one there to protect him when he needed it the most.

There's a tag hanging on his storage pod, instead of the clipboard that documents his progress. On that tag, there's a single word stamped in red: defective. NH-01987's feet stick on the metal of the catwalk. Behind the ever-present metallic mask, his eyes grow huge. He knows what that tag means. It means that, in the morning, while the other MT units are collected for training, a guard will come for him. He'll be restrained and escorted down the metal corridors toward the east wing, into the double-doors that house the correctional facility. But he won't be up for re-programming, not this time. This time, they'll strap him down to a table for the last time ever. They'll pick him apart, to try and learn what caused his failures – and he has so very many of them, no matter how hard he's tried. When they're finished, they'll take what's left to the crematory. That will be the end of him: a pile of ashes and a wisp of smoke.

As a lone omega survivor of a virus that ravages the world, Jimin finds himself with more troubles than he knows how to handle. Three months pregnant, stranded without resources, and desperate for shelter, every day becomes a battle for survival that he refuses to lose. Luckily for Jimin, his unlikely savior comes in the form of alpha farmer Jungkook who provides him with more help than he could’ve ever imagined.

Red. Red was quite the color. The color of love, the color of hate. The color of glowing cheeks under a streetlight, of smiling lips and sweet rose petals. The color of a sour lollipop in a child’s young hand. The color of war, of blood, of pain. The color that plagued the nightmares of the bravest men. Yes, red was quite a few things at once, but right now, it was the color that coated Peter Parker’s hands as he stumbled away from the warm corpses of his aunt and uncle, silhouetted cruelly by the neon store signs, and into the unknown of a quiet, star-dotted night in Queens. —— Or, the homeless Peter au where civil war didn’t happen, Spiderman’s Identity is still a mystery, and May got shot with Ben. Enjoy.

At the graveyard, after the Triwizard's Tournament, things change. James and Lily offer more than a few words, they tell the truth.>James threw a brief glance over his shoulder towards his wife, then back at his son. "Prophecies are a tricky thing, Harry. Some of them are inevitable. Some are self-fulfilling, but some … actually most of them … only have as much power as you give them. We believed in this one. Giving it so much more power than it had to have."<Harry's so tired of being afraid all the time. Of being a pawn in someone else's game. He has to end Voldemort. Moody taught them the words after all. Problem is: Harry is not a killer.So he tries the one thing that might actually help: To make an ally out of an enemy.This is a story where Voldemort becomes a little more like Harry and Harry becomes a little more like him. Meeting in the middle they set out to change their world.

There’s something wrong with Tommy. Dream will help him figure out what. Or: Dream starts testing the revive book on Tommy in exile. Apparently Apollo has cursed me.

Kylo Ren was supposed to go to Jakku to find information on Luke's whereabouts, but the Force-sensitive girl in the slaver's auction was too interesting to leave behind.Rey has only ever known the life of a slave on Jakku, bought and sold from master to master, but the mysterious and terrifying creature who now owns her is like no master she's ever had before.------------------------------------------------[On temporary hiatus due to life stuff. Will update about it on twitter.]

“Ya see, Sandy?” Bunnymund is saying. “Quit your worrying. The kid says he’s fine.” And almost, it ends there. Almost, they go their separate ways and let it stand for another four years, or another three hundred, for even Sanderson wonders whether he has been mistaken, after all. But Jack is agreeing with the Guardian of Hope, carrying obliviously onward. “Am I ever,” the boy says, fervently. “The 21st century’s great. You wouldn’t believe what people just throw out these days.” The admission comes like a wave striking rocks on a stony shore; it raises icy splashes of dread wherever its spray hits. Three horrified stares – and one that is not so terribly surprised – turn to the boy’s face. The spirit of winter falters to a stop, the reaction not the one he had anticipated. “What?” he asks.

That’s exactly how Satoru finds her when he bursts through the door. It swings hard enough to smack against the wall. Shoko jolts, rising half out of her chair before she realizes who it is. “What the fuck, Satoru?!” “I’m pregnant," he says, placing a hand over his stomach. Shoko stares at him. Then laughs. Hard enough to bend at the waist, a hand coming up to wipe her hair out of her face. “Shoko.” Satoru’s voice breaks, crumbling on the last letter of her name. It shuts her up, makes the laughter die as she looks at him. “You aren’t kidding?” Satoru shakes his head, clutching at the fabric of his loose sleep shirt. Shoko approaches him slowly, eyes trained on his hand like she’s trying to see the proof. “How do you know?” Breath stuttering, Satoru smiles, “I saw it.” Or, Satoru Gojo is pregnant, and he's about to make it everyone's problem.

"Please," Tommy whispers. His knees give out beneath him and he crumples at the feet of the most powerful group of ghouls in all of L'manberg. "Please let me go. I- I don't want to die." "Oh, mate." The tone is soft, breathed through barely parted lips. Hands cup Tommy's face and it's tipped back, forced to meet red, hungry eyes. "We're not going to hurt you. We're here to save you." Tokyo Ghoul Inspired au

“Mommy? Where are we going?” Shinsou asks as he was strapped into his car seat. He looked up quizzically at his mom as she gave him a backpack stuffed with clothes and his favorite plush cat.“We are just going to a trip to see some of mommy’s friends okay?” She replied, giving him a small sad smileOrShinsou gets sold off to villains when hes a kid. They rent him his quirk out to other villains for a profit.