2 fathers fanfiction

My name is Peter, I’m 22 years old, and I’m a transmigrator. My current identity? A farmer in Kansas, USA. Today, I discovered a crashed alien spaceship on the farm. I have a feeling I’m about to find Superman. What should I do? I’m so excited! My son is Superman! Can I just relax now?! Wait... Why is the system telling me this baby is Homelander?!

Ragnar was a farmer who dreamed of being a hero-warrior, of winning honour and glory in battle before joining his father in Sovngarde. Instead, he travels to Skyrim and finds himself embroiled in situations out of his control, towards a destiny he could never have comprehended in his wildest dreams. Action / adventure to start though there will be an element of romance eventually. This was one of the very first fan fiction stories I wrote and was uploaded to another site. But I thought I would share it here. Hasn't been edited since that time so my writing was still a little rough around the edges.

Summary: Alana and Roger Hopper embark on a father-daughter cruise to work on their shaky relationship, only to find out the trip goes way beyond wellness seminars and trust-building exercises. Surrounded by dark desire on all sides, they struggle to keep their connection pure, especially as they learn the stories of their fellow passengers.

In Portugal, a forgotten war is drawing to a close. For generations, a secret battle known as the Holy Mary War has been fought in the shadows, linked to the ancient miracles of Fatima and a Grail capable of granting any wish. Now, in what may be the last war in its history, a seemingly ordinary young woman sees her life shattered in a single night when she is drawn into a conflict between heroes of the past and secrets that should never have been revealed. Without understanding the origin of the power dormant within her own body, she forms a contract with a Servant and discovers that the truth behind the war is deeply connected to her family, her birth... and the last secret Portugal never knew. Between fragile alliances, buried memories, and enemies who carry the very history of the country, she must decide whether the Grail should be claimed—or destroyed forever.

Reborn in the age of god, Reborn as a greatest king, Reborn with the greatest potential, This is the epic of new Gilgamesh

While the Magus Killer was something of a boogey man to mages, there was an equivalent. Someone who could do the deed without leaving a trace, a ghost.

a Fanfic about Fate series character, reincarnated in Negima world.What happen if two different series about magic is combined together?(Rewrite some of the chapter not all of it) Support me on my Patreon https://www.patreon.com/Raylight25 please so I can upload the chapter more often.

"I can't love you" "I'm philophobic" she added softly as she stared into his glimmering blue eyes

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.