Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV), Godzilla - All Media Types
05 May 2021
A series of spinoff one-shots from my fic The Stormborn and the Stormbringer, exploring how things may have turned out if Dany had hatched/found other Kaiju to be the mother of instead of Ghidorah
Bookmarked by ladeedah
08 May 2021
08 Aug 2020
Katsuki has been Izuku's best friend since he was three years old. Katsuki is the smartest person he knows. After all, Katsuki taught him everything from how to read and speak multiple languages to completing complex math equations with relative ease. Katsuki's always been protective and considerate of him and he's done his best to be a good friend in turn. Which makes it all the worse when Izuku comes to a surprising realization with the help of some of his classmates: Katsuki is in love with him.
All Enji wanted was to surpass All Might. He couldn't do it himself, so he set about having and raising a child to do it for him. His first three children were failures, but he had high hopes for the fourth one. That child was going to be everything Enji had ever hoped for. And he was right. As far as his quirks went, Shouto was exactly what Enji was looking for.
It was everything else about him that was so much more than Enji had ever anticipated.
- Part 1 of Not A Hero; Just A Student
Bookmarked by ladeedah
02 May 2021
Kuina is the name given to him, and it’s one she’s happy to take. Her future as a wife, not so much. She vows to break any ties that threaten her freedom, but this Zoro guy won’t leave her alone. Maybe if she throws Wado Ichimonji at him?
A version of Kuina survives, and fate spins on.
(“I’m Zoro,” he tries again, “and I’m going to be the world’s greatest swordsman.”
“Kuina,” she says, and I am going to fly.)
He'd been wandering London for weeks when he sees him. The pale faced child with wispy black hair, skinny shoulders covered in threadbare clothing. He’s soft in the way children are, but amidst the gaggle of little bodies sheltered within the battered gates, he stands with the air of a man grown. Marek glanced at the pinned sign that read ‘Wool’s Orphanage’ and then back at the child. He had seen this boy before, with Evelyn, who insisted on marathoning the films every year, who liked to regale him with stories about the characters. This boy was Voldemort.
He winds up in an afterlife different from his expectations, in a body that's oddly familiar. When he's shoved into an office filled to the brim with paperwork, he naturally assumes he's in hell, and the crazy voice in his head backs up that assumption. Good thing he's good at adapting.
- Part 1 of Dreaming of Bleach