female pyro tf2 fanfiction

Eleven years old Sawada Tsunayoshi was bullied at the park and was left bruised and fainted by the bully there. His mother was an airhead and did not search for him when she found that he is not back at home. When he was going home as it was night, he found a phone card in front of a Phonebooth with a logo Psyren. He tried it out and his life changed.

A new soul slips into 10-year-old Izuku Midoriya’s life , waking up surrounded by All Might posters. Let's see what's gonna happen... This will follow the canon. I'm just having FUN here. Four chapters a week. Update on Tuesdays.

Jaune Arc's scroll pings one day while he was playing a game on it. A new app had shown up from nowhere. At first Jaune believed that his scroll had been hacked but soon he realized that the App, the Empyrean App was far more than it seemed at face value.

[All characters belong to the original author Tui.T Sutherland.] Follow the Jade Winglet, (but as humans) as they tell the story of a dramatic year. Friendships are betrayed Hearts are Broken And What is Moonwatcher hiding? How far will Qibli go? Will Turtle raise to the occasion? Can Kinkajou survive? What is Winter willing to lose?

Work In Progress. Please Don't Read With Expectations. Just Publishing it to help with writing. Super Slow Upload Schedule (1-2 chap/year). No Harem.

A Pyromaniac has been given 5 wishes and is sent to the Anime Universe.

Sometimes, all one needs is a push in the right direction. Pyram did not. He did not enjoy being whisked away from America and plunked in some prestigious school. He was perfectly fine staying in his perfectly normal wizard orphanage back in Colorado. Well, at least now he would have enough resources to burn an actual mark on this lousy wizarding world with even lousier wizards who don't bother to do anything about their powers. All with the help of his not-suspicious, sentient, wand. Chapters will be, at minimum, 3000 words long

In a world ravaged by forces that seek only it's destruction, the few hopes who can defend it fight their hardest. And in a world that's neared it once, a clock reverses from a simple hope focused to the extreme... and if the chance presents itself, then maybe, the warriors bound to it can change their fates. The hope of one can open the possibility for many... all that remains is to force fate itself to bend to their wills.

What happens when a pyromaniac is thrown into a world where his obsession with fire is the key to survival? As a child, Finn Hayes discovered his gift—pyrokinesis, the ability to summon and control fire. His fascination with flames quickly grew into an obsession, but one tragic accident shattered his control, forcing him to suppress his powers entirely. Years later, another incident nearly claims his life, but instead of dying, Finn is saved by an unknown force and transported to a new world—one where his fire isn’t just welcome, but necessary for survival. Invited to the Ascension Ceremony, Finn receives a system and a challenge: climb the Tower of Ascension, a trial that promises demigodhood and dominion over his own planet as the ultimate prize. Survive. Conquer the tower. Ascend to divinity. A simple goal—until he learns the truth behind it all. If you want to read ahead go to my Patreon: patreon.com/Cinnamoon23 P.S. I crosspost this story in royal road and scribblehub

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!