After years in a coma, Thomas Shelby awakens to find himself still alive, far from home and under the control of strange people who saved him from certain death. How and why? Good questions. If he has to live, why not find out?
"Why do you think Grunkle Stan lied that he didn't go anywhere?" Dipper asked.
"I don't know, Dip," Mabel sighed. "Maybe he is making a surprise for us?"
The boy chuckled skeptically but didn't object, even though his premonition was screaming that something wasn't right.
"Hey, Dip, why don't you think about it later?" Mabel suggested. "I really don't think Stan is hiding anything, but if it's bothering you that much, keep an eye on him."
A part of himself hated himself for enjoying Dan Feng’s proximity. Day in and day out, he complained about being turned into Dan Feng’s concubine, being paraded and exposed as such for all of the Luofu to gawk at. Yet, here in the deep of night, he found reassurance in it. In belonging, maybe.
It was so unlike himself, who had always been fiercely independent.
What kind of sorcery did Dan Feng possess to keep Yingxing in his thrall?
[A fengxing fic]
Katara travels to the Fire Nation on a diplomatic mission on behalf of Aang. At least, that's what she tells herself. In truth, she is searching for the answer to a question — does she herself, Katara, still exist? And Zuko was the first to answer: yes.
Bence Liga, an analyst from the Perrin Sequence, is a talented and somewhat shy engineer aboard the Tenno Railjack with a penchant for mathematics. Not one to encourage war, he struggles to provide fire support for the Tenno, forcing the Origin System's elite defender to recruit a Red Veil mercenary named Vemuel, whose unusual culture and personality pose a true challenge to Liga.
When the world is falling apart before your eyes, when you have no strength left to go on, when it feels like there's nothing left for you in this life—someone appears who helps you find a new meaning.
The war is over, and two of humanity's strongest warriors, haunted by the ghosts of their past, are learning to live again.
The Centaurs’ plane lands safely, but Shane doesn’t learn the news immediately. Instead, he is forced to internally endure the perceived death of Ilya right in the middle of a high-stakes game against Washington.
Could everything have been different if he, like Gi-Hun, had not listened to Oh Il-Nam's voice back then? Would he have been able to remain himself if he had not looked through the slits of the owl mask and taken the knife into his hands? Would he have been able to avoid becoming a puppet in the hands of the VIP guests? Unfortunately, In-Ho will never know about this, he will never be the same again. And for some reason, this realization makes his eyes moisten...
The Antagonist successfully completed his "crusade" in New York… but even after that, he cannot find peace. Reborn in Hell as a newly minted sinner demon, he must now make his way through capital Pentagram City. It's time for him to kill… and it's time for him to die… again (at least, try to).
Idols can't show when they're in pain. “Our faults and fears must never be seen.” — Celine used to say. Rumi obediently kept silent for so many years, until she realized — pain loves silence.
In the lands of the South, which the Númenóreans call Harad, lives a maiden in whose veins flows the blood of great lords. When fate takes away from her what is most dear, the young warrior sets out for an abandoned city, in search of a mysterious hermit who possesses a magical sword with a green gem in the hilt...
Xue Yang, a former guest disciple of the Lanling Jin Sect, hated A-Qing from the start, considering her a useless and cautious actress who was trying to steal Xiao Xingchen's attention. A-Qing, in turn, feared him and spoke of him as a man who wanted to kill, with a frightening gaze that promised only misfortune. And this fear gave birth to hatred for this man. But one moment turned everything upside down.
What’s worse than waking up in a coffin?
Waking up in a coffin next to a half-dead pretty boy. Most awkward. Rescue mission. Ever.
That iconic moment when the Noblesse awakens? Spoiler alert: it all went wrong. No dramatic silence. No graceful rise. No red wine eyes opening with ancient wisdom.
Hey, don't blame me! I’m a victim here. And somehow the only responsible adult in this mess. So wish me luck.
The Reaper turned his head slightly and tossed casually:
— It would be better for you if she really was a whore, — he adjusted his hat, his face brightened by a ghastly smile, — but for your trouble, she's like my shadow.
Kenny strode forward, opened the door and stepped inside without fear, knowing that the girl, he had picked up dying in one of the streets of Underground City, would not allow anyone to disturb his special conversation. One of fate's quirks, but fate itself is a funny thing.
