male mikasa fanfiction

Mikasa Ackerman had her life planned out. Train. Study. Graduate. Simple. Then Kaiser Leywin publicly humiliated her brother in front of half the university. So she slapped him. That should have been the end of it. Instead, it became the beginning. Now they're trapped together in the same class, the same project, and somehow the same orbit. Every conversation becomes an argument. Every argument becomes a challenge. And the worst part? Kaiser doesn't seem interested in walking away. Rich, arrogant, and impossible to ignore, he treats her hatred like an invitation. Mikasa is determined to keep him out of her life. Kaiser is determined to prove that's already impossible. Sometimes love begins with a spark. Sometimes it begins with friction.

Emma, a young woman, wakes up with a splitting headache in an unfamiliar room. She remembers being hit by a truck, but instead of dying, she finds herself reincarnated as Gwen Stacy from Marvel Comics. She quickly deduces that she’s in an alternate Marvel universe, where Gwen is 19, attending Empire State University, and recently bitten by a mutant spider during a school trip to Oscorp. Emma discovers a mysterious voice in her mind, which explains that after her death, her soul wandered the multiverse for years, absorbing other souls to survive. To protect itself from corruption, her soul created this voice as a mechanism to manage the integration of the absorbed souls’ powers, traits, and memories. The voice reassures her that she has full control over which souls she integrates, ensuring her transformation is beneficial.

Written by a Floch fanboy who was inspired by an Eren fangirl on reddit. let me cook. Imagine you wake up as Mikasa Ackerman. Cool, right? WRONG. You're actually a hardcore Eren fangirl who thinks canon Mikasa marrying Jean, like 3 years after Eren's sacrifice is the biggest L in history. So now you're stuck as her with powered by Ackerman cheat codes and pure spite. Your mission: Become the Ultimate Eren Wife, protect cinnamon roll Armin, and absolutely body Jean Kirschtein with icy glares every time he breathes near you. Gotta secure that real ride-or-die ending, you know? For Ereh!

Et si Katsuki Bakugo n'avait pas d'Alter à l'âge de 4 ans. Un croisement entre Naruto et My hero Academia, centré sur Katsuki Bakugo

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Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!

She crashed her cheating fiancé's wedding in mourning attire and walked out with a marriage certificate from the most dangerous man in the city. Sparkle Gold thought she had it all: a booming agency, a loving fiancé, and a rising-star cousin she raised with her own hands. Then she woke up in a car speeding toward the ocean and overheard the two people she trusted most plotting her death. She survived. She kept the evidence. And she showed up at their wedding to reveal the truth! What she didn't expect? The owner of the Sanctus—cold, ruthless billionaire Evan Saint—dragging her straight to the marriage bureau. "You wrecked my banquet hall. Consider this your payment plan." Now publicly married to a man she once chased ten years ago, Sparkle has a new mission: destroy the people who stole her company, reclaim her place in the entertainment industry, and win Best Actress. --- He married her for leverage. She stayed for revenge. Neither expected to fall.