2pm and 2ne1 fanfiction

Lucas signed a contract: 9-to-5. Weekends off. No overtime. The Marines thought it was a joke. The Celestial Dragons ignored it. The Emperors laughed at it. They all stopped laughing. Because Lucas doesn't break contracts. He breaks Emperors. "I'll kill you after 5 PM. I'm on company time.

This novel is adapted from the popular animated film Ne Zha: Birth of the Demon Child. It tells the fantastic adventure of Ne Zha, who is the reincarnation of the Demon Pill, in Chentangguan. Although misunderstood as a demon by the world, he tries his best to break the prejudice. With the friendship bond with Ao Bing and the love of his family, he finally shouts "My fate is determined by myself, not by the heavens" and bravely confronts his destiny. Filled with thrilling magic duels and touching family affection and friendship, it takes you into a passionate and warm mythical world.

I've been watching MCU and Spiderman for the past few hours now and I am so excited to watch the version. But maybe due to long hours of watching I am feeling a slight headache so I close my eyes for a bit and to my surprise, I can't move my body. I have experienced this before but it is different now because I can see a fruit. A fruit with swirls.

A few years into Limbus Company's timeline, our story follows an overworked Grade 1 Fixer who stumbles upon the city of Orario and takes it slow at life. This character is a Project Moon OC.

'L'amour' ne Vient Qu'une Fois' or Love Only Comes Once. But that may not be the case for our dearest Y/n. *chuckles* "You think I'll let you go that easily?" *grabs you by the chin and forces you to look him in the eyes* "I will accept nothing less than perfection." *grabs your hand* "Come on and play with me and Teddy, Dolly." *grabs you by the shoulders* "I refuse to lose to my brothers!" *he huffs out a laugh and leans in close* "I thought you wanted to play a game kitten~" *he blushes and looks away* "I-I think you're prettier than any flower." When Y/n and Yui Komori get sent to the Sakamaki household by their so called 'loving' father what will happen? What secrets will be revealed? Will our darling protagonist find love? Or will they be just one more blood soaked tragedy added to this house of horrors.

Jackson wakes up into an unknown Sangheili's (Elites) body. He's been thrown into this Universe as a Shipmaster and must adept to survive war and politics. Will he try to hide from ambition and focus on survival or will he move into the roll and change fate as we know it? I Don't Own Halo.... now that, that's said. I was bored and figured I'll Do this for fun, and I'm using AI to help me, so expect it... I do rewrite a lot of it and edit it to fit my view. Edit: I’ve actually tried writing a couple on my own now and it is fun just hard to find the right way to wright it, I’m sorta slow. I still use ai to fix all my errors, which it tries to change a couple phrases here and there.

[Mature Content Present] In the body of Thor's, from Record of Ragnarok. How will he survive in a world full of monsters and heroes? OPM is not an easy world to start at, but since he came here through unseen events, let's see his journey. Follow Thor, (he forgot his real name) and his hammer as they crush monsters to their deaths.

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

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?"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.