olivia benson and rafael barba fanfiction

En un mundo amenazado por degenerados, un hombre y sus hijos los ayudaran y crearan una nueva familia. Shirogie, Puño de Fuego Ace y Thach tendrán una nueva aventura y una segunda oportunidad

@Hollow1304 on YT for video version The years following Klein Moretti’s apotheosis as Klein Moretti — the hidden deity known as The Fool — the currents he set in motion continue to ripple across Backlund, Trier, and beyond. What begins as a philosophical initiative led quietly by Audrey Hall unfolds into a subtle web of influence. Flyers discussing the balance between reason and faith pass through universities, workshops, and cramped apartments. Emlyn White distributes them with aristocratic precision. Alger Wilson seeds theological discourse among scholars. Fors Wall finds in their phrasing the inspiration for deeper moral tension in her writing. At the centre of this invisible convergence stands Melissa Moretti. Drawn first by intellectual curiosity, then by instinctive familiarity, Melissa’s path along the Savant/Paragon pathway unfolds with startling inevitability.

"When sadness turn into obsession, it will do anything... good nor bad"

Yakumo Satou is lost. He's in a world where fantasy and magic mix with the modern day, and he is now oddly similar to a certain gap-wielding sage. What the heck is going on? (Please read the aux for context)

Don't read, it is full of bad jokes!

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Roy and Riza have a son, named Oliver whom they have hidden from the world. Oliver has grown knowing that Roy is his father, but he never got to know about his mother. When Riza decides to reveal that she is his mother, something terrible happens. Meanwhile, someone in Drachma is finally stepping into Amestris with his deadly army, now that he knows Father is dead. Find out, whether Oliver will ever know, who is his mother. And will Riza ever get to listen, the word "Mother" or "Mom", from her son's mouth. And what has Father left behind, which can bring down his own legacy. And what is the role of Oliver in all these events. Is he the key to save Amestris or is he the doom?

[ SOLO QUIERO SABER MOTIVO DE MI ENCIERRO ]

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.