One careless morning in the U.A. collegiate hero program locker room leaves Izuku at the mercy of the most relentless interrogation he’s ever faced—all because the boys notice the scratches across his back.
Some people fight from rooftops. Some fight in courtrooms. Some simply leave a light on. Every path in Hell’s Kitchen was headed somewhere different until one violent night forced them to collide. Now, as Keira Flynn disappears into the heart of a criminal conspiracy, the only road left leads to bringing her home.
Commander Erwin has always sent Maeve out on dangerous missions. Whether it was under cover or checking the walls—The most tricky was always given to her. Sometimes these missions would go on for months on end with little word on her condition or position. But one thing always remained the same, she always came back.
You are in a meeting with the Avengers and you are in your head remembering your past at Hogwarts. And Tony ask Wanda to read your mind since you’re not answering when you’re name is being called, so Wanda reads your mind and sees the Hogwarts from my past before I became an Avenger. But I’m thinking about Draco and Mattheo. You were a Slytherin.
Variants were heroes once. Now, most have learned how to disappear. At nineteen, Malorie Keegan has nowhere left to go when a stranger recognizes exactly what she is and offers her somewhere safe. Ben Alder’s penthouse is supposed to be temporary, already crowded with seven Variants and years of history Mal doesn’t share. But temporary gets complicated when strangers become friends, friendships become something more, and a forgotten generation of heroes begins finding its way back. The world thinks the Variants disappeared. Maybe they just found somewhere to go.
🖤Before she was [Y/n’s callsign], the silent operative feared across intelligence circles, Y/n was just a frightened girl caught in the fallout of her father’s criminal dealings. Found during a raid by a young SAS sergeant, her life changed forever. Years later, she returns as a soldier of Task Force 141 — but the past that shaped her refuses to stay buried.
The shadows of the library at Castle Black are long and freezing, but cold is an old companion. For nineteen years, I have worn the coarse wool of a Septa, hiding the silver of my hair beneath a heavy veil and burying the blood of the dragon under the humble name of Nyssa.