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 ]

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?"

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!"