atlantis pythagoras and icarus fanfic

The unbearable stench of filth, ubiquitous garbage that seemed to be everywhere, omnipresent cockroaches, countless neon lights from advertising billboards, and people... So many people, as if they had stepped out of fantastical books about the near future where high-tech implants had long become a pleasant norm for humanity. And amidst all this madness, there I was... A small eight-year-old child, who, barely awakening under the corpse of a woman unknown to me, was forced to fight for my place under the sun from the very first second of my new life. --------------------------------------------------------------- PATREON LINK: https://www.patreon.com/amattsu

On a clear morning in the reign of King Viserys I Targaryen, the Kingdom of Atlantis — its cities, fleets, magic, and six thousand years of history — is torn from one world and grafted whole into the seas of Westeros and Essos. King Arthur Curry, nine years into a hard-won reign, has no idea what has happened to his kingdom, only that the currents are wrong, the stars are wrong, and something the size of a warship flies on wings of gold above open water where no sky should be. Above the surface, the lords of Westeros know nothing yet — but that ignorance will not last three days. A Velaryon patrol ship out of Driftmark is the first to sight an impossible vessel cutting through the Gullet, faster and stranger than anything in Corlys Velaryon's considerable experience of the world's oceans. Word reaches King's Landing within the week, and the Small Council of King Viserys I splinters immediately into camps: those who see omen and threat, those who see opportunity, and one Hand of the King, Otto Hightower, who sees a chance to reshape the succession politics of the realm entirely. Atlantis, meanwhile, moves with the discipline of a kingdom that has survived worse surprises than this. Arthur Curry does not send armies. He sends scholars, scouts, and — when the moment demands it — an embassy, testing the temperature of these new waters exactly as Corwin, his loremaster, advises: slowly, and with a blade sheathed but not far from hand. What follows is the uneasy, halting dance of two civilizations that have never needed each other's permission to exist — a Westerosi court built on dragons, blood, and inheritance meeting an Atlantean crown built on trident-law, tide-magic, and a king who has spent his whole life being underestimated. Neither side yet knows if the other is a miracle, a threat, or the beginning of the end of the world they understood.

Shun is an unusual person with a highly inquisitive nature; once he became curious, he may go to whatever extent was necessary to obtain the information he desired. Somehow, he ended up in the One Punch Man universe, where a city can disappear at any time. From the look of it, this world doesn't seem like the One Punch Man world he knows. How will he cope in this dangerous world ----- Something I began to write in hobby... and also promote the slightly serious'er' one

Sector 99 isn’t the best. Tommy knows that. But it’s home. As a growing, unnamed vigilante with his best friends by his side, it feels as if nothing could go wrong. That is, until he manages to gain just too much attention. There, he is thrown into a spiral of heroes, villains, pain and family. The life he once knew would soon be turned upside down… ————— Or Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo jump into the hero business having no idea that they would catch the attention of the SBI.

What if you could write Atlantis into existence — and the world believed you? Armed with a reality-bending notebook and a new identity, Arthur dives headfirst into the MCU to build a myth, rewrite fate, and maybe survive his own lies. Atlantis isn’t lost. It just hasn’t been written yet. (This is not a translation, but my own work.) Obviously I don't own marvel, tomb raider and everything else except my own creativity and my own original character.

The 432nd day begins. Atlantis remembers. In a city built on resonance, time loops and memory fractures reveal echoes of forgotten civilizations. Zairos, trapped in the 433rd crystal cycle, records his days in a world shaped by ritual and sound. A sci-fantasy diary unfolding through ancient systems, myth, and light. Join the journey through forgotten memories, mystical energies, and a world on the brink of transformation. Dive into the secrets of Atlantis — the first chapter is free to read! Enjoy the story? Dive deeper with the Atlantis Echoes soundtrack by Sunağme Harmony on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@SunağmeHarmony

A man from 21st century London had died in his apartment, during a peaceful sleep. He felt unaccomplished with his previous life due to an uncaring government, dead-end job, no common social life or family to directly communicate with. He tried to reach out, he saw so much potential for the world he lived in, yet it was only provided to so few. So when he called to the void (That is Discord), his soul was caught by a being of unknown name. Which randomly selected a world and his 'features' to reincarnate into without listening to his ramblings. Now reborn in 1860 as Lyle Tyberius Rourke with a hyper-adaptive and 'self-acting body', he will learn that: - The greater the influence to the world he is in will lead to an increase of his strength, and the more he learns or already has understood topics. 'His body could do the necessary actions to complete it.' Sounding vague but promising, he is thrust into a world that he will do his best to alter for the better.

The legacy of an insane genius, an AI’s broken heart, and a decade of mistakes, which should have rent more than one galaxy apart, all combine in an attempt to rewrite the future. The result is one impossible variable. John Sheppard. John Sheppard takes one look at a mission held together by duck tape, optimism, assumptions, and enough bureaucratic stupidity to doom an entire galaxy. Armed with little more than common sense, stubborn determination, and a complete inability to ignore obvious problems, Sheppard begins changing everything. But changing the future comes with consequences. Old enemies awaken, new allies emerge, and Ancient secrets long buried beneath Atlantis begin to stir. And somewhere in the darkness, beings that once cowed the Ancients blink awake as time shifts under them. The future has begun to be rewritten, and now they must all try to survive the consequences.

Marcus King was a nobody, a fat nerd who got lucky enough to survive the initial fallout of the world, but when he is suddenly infected, death greets him swiftly. Given a second chance in the world of My Hero Academia, he will make himself worth something, or at least try. The timid, antisocial, narcissistic old Marcus will be gone. Souta Sasaki is now his name, and with supportive parents, friends he can count on, and even the possibility of finally getting a girlfriend, he has hope to achieve his dreams. No matter if a century old villain, a psychopath who can decay anything, bioengineered creatures made of nightmares, a germaphobe who wants to rid the world of Quirks, or even if a false God decide to stand in his way; he will be a hero no matter what. Also, with the power similar to The Gamer, it just might be possible. . . . . . [!Warning! MC is a good guy and will be a hero, no harem ] I own nothing except my main character. P.S. the title has meaning so it won't be changing.

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?"