riven and musa fanfiction

Reborn (transmitigated) into the Marvel Universe (MCU AU) with three pre-determined gifts. Force -- Spatial Dimension -- Rebirth. First-person, magic/tech/swordsman. NOT a translation (cmon man...) NOT a OP power fantasy, I mean, he's OP but it's not immediate -- if you want wish fulfillment and instant satisfaction go to McDonalds. (DO NOT TRANSLATE MY STUFF ty) Story starts during Civil War and Mid Town High. After first arc story will veer away from MCU timeline. Romance will happen later, lmk who you think I should pick so I can ignore it. (Going for batman-esque relationships?) Pumped this out in like, 2 days in the midst of a fever, please do not @ me. Rule of Cool. Upload frequency? Whenever. Chapter length? 2K to Whatever. Godbless you, I pray you reincarnate after a gruesome, violent death.

When Dabi closes his eyes for the last time, he expects to find himself down in hell. But this wasn't what he was expecting. Years before the Symbol of Peace has defeated his nemesis, Toya wakes up for the first time after his three year coma.

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AI IS HEAVILY USED FOR CREATING THIS NOVEL What happens when the cold, calculating mind of a quantum scientist is shoved into the malnourished body of the Wizarding World's "Chosen One"? After a catastrophic laboratory failure, a scientist's soul forcefully transmigrates into the body of 11-year-old Harry Potter, just days before his Hogwarts letter arrives. But he didn't cross over alone. Bound to his consciousness is his life's work: a prototype A.I. Chip. Armed with fuzzy, incomplete memories of a children's story he read decades ago, and an emotionless supercomputer capable of scanning, analyzing, and optimizing magic like a science, the new "Harry" has no interest in playing the hero. He doesn't care about prophecies, manipulative headmasters, or dark lords without noses. He only cares about survival, unraveling the quantum mechanics of magic, and reaching the apex of power. [Warning: R-18. Features a rational, calculating protagonist. Dark themes, moral ambiguity, and a gritty reimagining of the magical world. No mindless bashing, just cold logic.]

THIS IS NOT MY STORY! Story was written by "Katie Macpherson" on fanfiction.net. If you have complaints comment and I'll take the story down! The reason for the 'transfer' is that I find it easier to read on Webnovel than ff, so I wanna read it here. Havent read it yet, dont know if its good. Synopsis: Lily Potter's life was tragically cut short by Voldemort's wand. But what if it didn't end there? What if she was given a chance to continue fighting in a different land, a land which is vastly different and also very similar to ours. From a lion to a trout...Westeros is not ready for the coming of Lily Evans

HIGH DRIVE: Rod emerges from Lagos poverty with a body that works currency his wallet cannot. Born into Ajegunle scarcity, he discovers at fifteen that his face produces measurable response in women a transaction that requires nothing he actually possesses. What follows is a two-decade excavation of desire weaponized against absence. The novel maps a man learning that physical advantage in economies of desperation is a specific form of trap. He pursues thick women obsessively, not as preference but as the only language his hunger knows. Sex becomes the sole instrument available a way to occupy space, produce value, silence the internal noise of a man with no other leverage. Women arrive, recognize the mechanism, and leave when the machinery reveals itself. Money eventually changes the arithmetic but not the damage. The architecture is relentless: fine boy privilege exposed as fraud, charm as survival strategy, addiction to bodies as substitute for identity, the slow recognition that he has built nothing that survives scrutiny. Betrayal accumulates. Loyalty becomes foreign. He fractures when forced to separate desire from intimacy, when sex stops working as erasure. The turn is violent and necessary. Ambition crystallizes from wreckage. He reconstructs alone, in the dark, through productive isolation rather than the consuming kind. A woman enters thick, different, one who stays and forces the distinction between wanting and knowing. The final resolution is not redemptive in the commercial sense. It is the harder thing: a man who has learned why survival requires more than appetite, and who has become capable of building beyond hunger.

It will face dangers beyond human understanding, while its sanity slowly slips away trying to protect the innocent people of New York from a world beyond their comprehension, and while doing so, it also has to pay its bills. Other tags: #NoHarem #Horror ----

The current world is faced with a shattering choice. We find out Lucas ideas and concepts did not come from the realm of fiction, but from a force vision trying to prepare the world for the inevitable... The Arrival. (I am making this simply because a Star Wars fan-fic has such the wealth of opportunity it is a shame that there have not been more on this site. Plus the one I have run across has been such a disappointment it forced my hand. Do not have any idea how this is going to go but I plan on finishing this story not matter how it ends.)

A variety of people have a variety of reactions to this exact conundrum. Some scream and cry about how hellish it is, some balk with madness, raging to get sent back to their worlds, some spew arrogant trash about how they’re going to be heroes and rule the world or such. Me? I took it with a smile. I’ll show you why. Marvel Self-insert.

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?"