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이즈쿠 미도리야는 평생 자신이 쓸모없고 그가 없으면 세상이 더 나은 곳이 될 것이라는 말을 들었습니다.무언가를 오랫동안 듣다 보면 믿기 시작합니다.이즈쿠는 한계점에 도달한 후 마침내 그 문제를 해결하기로 결심합니다... 아니면 적어도 시도하죠. 가서 확인해 보시려면 제 틱톡이 있어요.제 사용자는 @saavaageauthor 입니다. 여기서 필사적으로 벗어나는 콘텐츠, 캐논이 아닌 (그리고 캐논이 아닌) 불안 등을 찾을 수 있을 거예요!

Zuko had never excelled at anything. Azula was a prodigy. Uncle always knew what to say. And Father... Father was strong, iron-like. But Zuko had only ever been good at surviving. Putting one foot in front of the other in a grim show of stubborn determination, gritting his teeth and bearing it. Survival was all he had ever been taught. He knew how to do it. So when he was kidnapped by the Southern Water Tribe, he expected to fight as he always had. He didn’t expect to be taught instead how to live. In a warring land, the Water Tribe forgave the enemy in an act of defiance. For this, he was torn from them, and this time, his wounds won't heal so easily. Forced back into nothing but survival, the last person Zuko expected to see was Hakoda's son. Hakoda was a promise of safety. The relentless blue of Sokka’s eyes was a promise of happiness. Zuko could have both if he just reached out his hands, but he found them clutching into fists. After all, he’d been burned one too many times. But hey, at least between Hakoda and Sokka, Zuko could appreciate the family resemblance of pure, asinine stubbornness. PODFIC AND TRANSLATIONS AVAILABLE

Izuku has a “dissociation” Quirk that lets his ghost leave his body, and it’s both convenient and inconvenient at the same time. Either way, he's going to do whatever it takes to become a hero. (Now with a TV Tropes page!)

Bangtan were the Crown's set of six elite Sentinels. Second only to the Crown, they were the heads of Planet Terra's military, wielding a military with hundreds of thousands of spaceships as they wished. They were called "Generals" but they were so much more than that- they were astrophysicists, engineers, politicians, doctors, scientists, spies, diplomats. Formed by the bleeding edge of genetic modification, Bangtan were practically unstoppable. While they were almost super-human, their Guides were most definitively not. Bangtan burned through Guides like cigarettes. No one ever lasted longer than a year, before becoming sickly ill and passing away soon after. Cadet Jeon Jungkook is the exception.--Basically, we need more Sentinel/Guide AUs in the fandom, so here's the hyungs in a polyamorous pack of Sentinels falling for determined Guide Jeon Jungkook.

Eleven year old Izuku stood as still as he could as the man in front of him rambled. He could barely hear the garbage he was spouting about ‘no heroes coming to save him’ over the pounding in his chest. However, even that man didn't know how right he would be. Or: Midoriya learns to hack and turn in criminals himself because no one else will

Yoongi goes into his rut and Jimin helps him through it for the first time. (aka they have gross, messy sex non-stop for a few days)

“You—” Tsukauchi was aghast. “You jumped on the most wanted man in Japan?” “Yeah.” Midoriya flushed. “Not, uh. Not my best idea." — Midoriya Izuku has a run in with Stain that will change both of their lives forever. As well as possibly the entirety of Japan's justice system. Featuring Stain as a not-so-bad guy and plenty of tried pseudo-dads for Izuku to give headaches.

Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku were very bored, very smart children and now that they are older, they are making it everyone's problem. Or,Bakugou and Midoriya made a secret language when they were children and now use it as teenagers and the one time class 1a witnesses the two 'talking'. Spanish Translation available on Wattpad by ao3 user bastardogs

It’s the first time in a while that he doesn’t know what comes next. He’s dove into the water hundreds of times. Screamed as his flesh was torn apart, heard Master of Puppets in the distance and held back tears. Felt Max’s cold, small hand in his as she laid in the hospital bed. There are things that always happen, no matter how hard he tries: El doesn’t arrive in time. Eddie dies. Max is put in a coma. Steve fails. They lose. “Steve, how many loops have you been through?” His head is nodding, and his eyes are watery, and Eddie has approached him like a spooked animal. “I lost count.” AKA: The one where Steve Harrington is stuck in a time loop, and Eddie Munson is really fucking hard to save, or: fuck Volume 2, these bitches are in love.

After barely surviving the assassination attempt at QiongQi Path, Wei WuXian and the Wen Sect remnants are left to figure out how to protect themselves and their new lives. Meanwhile, the Jiang siblings and an unharmed Jin ZiXuan try to figure out who's bright idea was that stupid ambush. In Gusu, Lan Wangji panics at the idea of Wei WuXian's near death and tries to figure out whether to insist to stay by the Yiling Patriarch's side or hang back in the Cloud Recesses. And Wei WuXian struggles with the idea of whether becoming a teacher, teaching demonic cultivation and setting up his own sect might not be a bad idea after all... Russian Spanish

The Imperial Family have gotten messages that seem to have come from the future, a future where Chaos is winning, the Emperor is dead, there are children and there is more war. The events of the future influence the present, especially when they finally start to make steps towards a better reality, while the future only seems to grow more and more distant... Aegidius Guilliman will have to live his life in this galaxy, this broken Imperium, and to one day have to do what is right for his home. Basically: Emperor and Co. got vids of the future and they have been sitting there for a few weeks now and finally found these vids. They need to get back to work. Triggers: Domestic Violence, Entrapment, Marital violence and rape, graphic violence, talks about infanticide, thoughts of suicide, mental psychosis, body horror, verbal abuse, abuse in general. Warning you now. I write this with my best buddy, Showtime178. He doesn't have an account cause he's a nerd.

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 makes it any better. Nevertheless, she had a knack of finding humor in it all. Add the spirits of her father's and uncle’s counterparts from another dimension, and suddenly nothing make sense. [WARNING : bad grammar, sorry English is not my first language. ] The Lightning Thief (5-23)The Sea of Monsters (24-41)The Titan Curse (42-60)The Battle of the Labyrinth (63- 84)The Last Olympian (86-107) A bit of The Lost Hero (109-111)The Daughter of Neptune (112-133)The Mark of Athena (134-152)"Flash Back" The Sword of Hades (153-154)The House of Hades (155-167)The Blood of Olympus (168-???) Discord : https://discord.gg/tVmymEr9J6 Disclaimer : Percy Jackson does not belong to me

Where the loss of ignorance is more valuable than the knowledge gained, and Edward figures out the source of alchemy a lot sooner than before. "Edward has cockroaches under his skin and leeches in his veins. He's vibrating and bursting and his body is too small, too big, doesn't fit quite right. He needs Al to know - needs to tell someone, anyone, but he will cut out his own tongue before he burdens anyone else with this knowledge." (Now with a TV Tropes page!)

Tommy is an aspiring hero in a city full of the most powerful heroes. He's not well liked by the civilians and other heroes - more importantly, the police force, who is after him any chance they get. Despite the constant criticism, he tries his best to help. After a battle with the Pyromanic Sapnap went wrong, he met some of his favorite heroes - the Sleepy Bois Inc, the most powerful in the city - no, the world. He'd looked up to them since he was small (er, smaller). "What the fuck kind of name is Wife Haver, anyways?" Clearly, the adoration was not mutual.

It took Tony a shield to the chest (again), being left heavily injured without any way home in an abandoned Hydra Bunker in fuck-knows-where, Siberia, and some pain-and-cold induced introspection to finally come into the best conclusion: You want to do something right? Do it your fucking self. A.K.A. How the entirety of Infinity War can be avoided if Tony would just get his head on the game instead of moping over some stray teammates.

The first time they meet, Suguru and Satoru do not like each other. Arrogant, cocky, insufferable, they think. Despite the smirks Shoko gives Suguru, or the sighs Yaga gives Satoru, they do not like each other. Until a mission changes that.

Maybe Aizawa helped him escape and gave him a home but when Izuku is with the League he's free % aka: Izuku's smart enough to give Nedzu a headache, the League of Villains aren't all that bad, and Aizawa is trying his best

Every soul deserves a chance at redemption, right? No matter if they're a newer soul, or an older soul, or even the oldest soul of mankind. The first man, to be exact. He can be redeemed, right? Aka, Adam Lives but is Trapped in Hell, The Fic. Why did I write this? Who knows. I certainly don't.

Thou givest fever when we kisseth, fever with thy flaming youthFever I'm afire; fever, yea, I burn forsooth "He's the kind of boy you want to take apart." Gratuitous Greaserlock. It's essentially 16k of mostly-porn. Warnings for underage sex between teens.

"She's at that age when a girl only has one thing on her mind." Shikaku smirks, an amused twinkle in his eyes. "Boys?" Elder Koharu asks, a slight sneer on her face. "Revolution." Chiyuki bluntly answers, and the silence that follows is deafening. Or; being the Third Hokage's daughter has the added bonus of having a front seat to all the dirt that goes on behind the scenes. But that's okay, she'll tear Konoha down and rebuild it from scratch, if she has to. [OC/Self-insert]

The first over-night trip off campus since the training camp was supposed to be a fun break from more intense work back home. But between a bleak introduction to chaos theory, a chilly reception from the locals, and the looming threat of a villain attack, Izuku has too much on his mind to properly enjoy the fresh air. But those worries are a light breeze compared to the hurricane that accompanies what he finds on the outskirts of town. Or rather, what finds him. [If you see this fic anywhere that isn’t the official AO3 website, it’s stolen.]

It started with a letter, well note really, from his godfather over summer break. Three words long: Don't Trust Dumbledore. Then his normal trip to the Weasley's was cancelled. Then he heard his two best friends talking about him, in not so friendly tones. Now: He is some how trapped in the past...with Draco Malfoy.

How had it come to this? How had the "savior of the light" Harry Potter been thrown into the darkest part of Azkaban? Answer was simply Albus Fucking Dumbledore and his cute little 'friends'. Now, with Spanish Translation! (Traducido en Español). Many thanks to BlueWolfie 💕💕 And Russian Translation!. Thank you Bambonisha 💕💕

Ranboo remembers the days when he would kneel at his bed to pray before the nuns turned out the lights and begged God that he’d be the next kid to go. He was a good kid; he was helpful, he was kind, he was humble, he was everything the nuns raised him to be. But nobody ever wanted him. Not even his own parents. (alternatively; ranboo's the oldest kid at a catholic orphanage. strange run-ins with mysterious people and strange abilities make him question everything he's ever known about the world and of himself. but maybe he'll get a new family out of it.)

Marlene McKinnon is a mess. She can’t sleep, she’s almost certainly going to fail all her NEWTs, and she’s 99% sure that if they don’t win the Quidditch Cup this year James Potter will throw himself headfirst off the Astronomy Tower. On top of all that, there’s a war on, yet their professors seem determined to pretend that the biggest problem any of them are facing is finding a Ministry internship. Marlene’s final year at Hogwarts has barely started, and she’s already pretty sure it couldn’t get any worse—that is, until she shows up for her first Potions class and hears the assignment.///Dorcas Meadowes is a stone-cold bitch. At least, that’s what everyone says. She doesn’t need well-meaning professors or overeager classmates or teammates or boyfriends or friends. She doesn’t need anything except to be left alone, the way she likes, until the day she finally leaves school. And she certainly doesn’t need Marlene McKinnon, with her sharp tongue and her snorting laugh and her stupid shiny hair, who seems intent on ruining everything that Dorcas has been working towards for the past two years. PLEASE DON'T POST MY FICS ON GOODREADS/STORYGRAPHS/ETC.PLEASE DON'T REPOST MY WORKS ON ANY OTHER SITES.

Izuku Midoriya doesn't have a quirk. Quirks are things of wonder and awe, destined to make great heroes out of those who master them. Izuku has a curse. A thing. A horror that burnt his skin, ruined his life and filled his head with monsters. His only chance at normality was to suppress the darkness with self-hatred, silence the demons with medication, and focus everything left on the singular goal of maybe one day turning his curse into a force for good. But can such horror, such darkness, ever be used for good? Or will he eventually fall to shadow and flame? After all, Izuku is his father's son.

Billy's in a bad place. Consistently on the run from bullies and the like, unable to eat or find a stable place to sleep for more than a week-- Sure, he's Captain Marvel, but he'd never use his powers for his own gain. Thankfully, Alfred Pennyworth comes to the rescue.

“Wh— what?” Tommy choked out, his voice hoarse from the lack of use all day. The man rolled his eyes, as if he didn’t just ask a completely impolite question. “I said, do you have any booze?” Tommy sat still. He reached into his jacket pocket, his hand finding only a plastic pen. Could he stab this man with a plastic pen? Tommy pulled said piece of plastic out, visibly holding it up. “I have a pen.” Something about the bemused look on the man's face made Tommy click it, and again, repeatedly. click click click click click click click click— ... or; Tommy planned on dying. He meets Wilbur instead.

알파/오메가 세계관 AU, 한니발과 윌을 중심으로. 윌은 오메가임이 밝혀진 후 행동 제약을 받습니다. 한니발이 그를 특정한 이유로 사들입니다. 유쾌함, 감동, 식인 행위, 그리고 한니그램 특유의 혼란스러운 상황이 연출됩니다. MPREG 절대 없음!! 절대로, 절대로 없습니다. 약속합니다. 베타 리딩 없음 완결! 끝났습니다!

Jimin knew he was weak for big brown eyes, nose scrunches, and adorable smiles. He was just under the impression he only had to worry about the eyes, nose, and smiles of his five year old daughter--not her piano teacher. Now translated into "Portuguese"

For the next few years, that’s how it went. Izuku and Katsuki would give each other the penny at random times, and the receiver always had to say whatever they were thinking out loud. No matter the thought, no matter the time or place, the boys staunchly refused to lie about their thoughts. It was always the truth. Because that’s the way it went.

로이 (오후 5시 59분): 제이 로이 (오후 5시 59분): 워치타워 로이에 위협을 보냈나요 (오후 6시):????? 잠시 후 답장이 왔는데, 로이는 수다를 떨고 있는 저스티스 리그를 한 번 쳐다본 후 아래를 내려다보았다. 제이 (오후 6시 1분): 나제이 (오후 6시 1분): 제가 해야 했나요?제이 (오후 6시 2분): 그리고 그건 저녁 식사가 아니에요.다시 해봐, 에드 시런 또는: 월리 웨스트, 로이 하퍼, 콘엘 켄트가 기억한 건 모두가 배트팜을 아는 게 아니라는 사실이죠. 아니면 저스티스 리그에서 배트맨이 세 번이나 필요했는데 배트맨을 잡을 수 없었어요.그가 배트 동료들을 훈련시켰다니 다행이야!잠깐, 뭐라고요? 그리고 한 번은 그게 온 가족이라는 걸 알았죠.

Oh fuck.The first thought to enter your mind as you barged into Natasha’s room without any warning. When you decided you had to show the trained assassin how you had just learnt how to do the very impressive knife flip she was teaching you, you certainly didn’t expect to see what you were seeing. Natasha pinned to the bed, hands tied to the headboard with red tendrils of magic and a young sokavian witch riding the older woman’s strap on.Oh fuck indeed.(Now a collection of oneshots that are mainly smut and sort of connected)

There's something going on with Cas. Dean is determined to help him through it, in whatever way he can. He might end up with more than he bargained for. OR: Dean helps Cas scratch an itch. As it were.

Yoongi isn't like Jeongguk's brother's other alpha friends and Jeongguk is secretly sort of really in love with him.